mtl008 Chapter 343 Don’t Cry, Friend
Chapter 343 Don’t Cry, Friend
Zhou Yanqing lifted Wang Manning's chin and asked her to look at him: "Manning, your destiny is here."
Wang Manning pushed his hand away, turned around and looked at the youthful boys and girls on the playground. She thought of that summer when she was 18 years old, and her eyes became sore.
Her youthful vigor came to an abrupt end that summer.
"Zhou Yanqing, I actually don't like myself right now, always worrying about gains and losses. If a person doesn't have love in his life, can he live a better and more worry-free life?"
She always had a feeling that on the road of life, love was like a fancy stone. It looked radiant, but it could easily trip you up.
"But when love comes, why should we push it away? Isn't it better to enjoy life?"
Zhou Yanqing looked at Wang Manning, who was staring at the playground in a daze, and knew that she didn't listen at all.
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At nightfall in the Houhai Bar, Zhou Yanqing took Wang Manning to a seat in the center.
This is opened by Zhou Yanqing's childhood friend Li Jian. Wang Manning came here once with Zhou Yanqing, and today is the second time.
Li Jian personally brought them wine and after a brief chat, Zhou Yanqing took Li Jian and went somewhere unknown.
Wang Manning looked down at the wine glass in his hand, lost in thought.
The girl on the stage finished singing, bowed and left the stage, and the music started again.
"This song "Don't Cry, Friend" is dedicated to a dear friend of mine. I hope you will care about this feeling."
The magnetic male voice rushed into her eardrums, and Wang Manning suddenly looked up at the stage.
Zhou Yanqing sat on a high stool under the light, his black clothes making his facial features look three-dimensional and profound.
Is there a kind of love that can keep you from getting hurt?
I have so many heartfelt words to you over the years.
What kind of wine can't wake me up, what kind of pain can't be forgotten,
If you move forward, it will be impossible to look back.
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Don't cry, my friend.
I am still the home of your soul.
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There are too many foolish pursuits in this world.
I feel your suffering too.
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Wang Manning's eyes gradually blurred, and the tall figure on the stage disappeared into dots of light and shadow.
Wen Xin also likes Tan Mu to sing this song to her, and she always cries when she hears it.
Wang Manning never understood why Wen Xin, a girl with a smooth life and a happy family, was so sentimental.
This time, someone sang it to her, and she suddenly understood the heartache and understanding in the song.
A song that is not about love can break people's defenses so easily.
Wang Manning was sitting not far from the stage, and it seemed that Zhou Yanqing saw tears in her eyes. She was about to leave the stage after singing, but was kept back by the enthusiastic cheers from the audience.
"'You Are The Farthest Away, My Closest Love', this song is dedicated to the love of my life."
Zhou Yanqing stared intently at Wang Manning in the audience, and his affectionate voice caused another round of applause.
【......The scenery of life is moving,
Whenever I look back in loneliness,
Your love is always waiting for me not far away.
The years are passing by like a stream,
I have locked away all my joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Just because you are waiting for me at the end of the world.
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The lights are dim, the singing is moving, and the wine is intoxicating.
Wang Manning only felt that there was a drizzle in her eyes, which fell into her heart and turned into ripples.
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The morning light shines through the curtains.
Wang Manning woke up and looked at the chest of the man in black in front of her with confused eyes, and then she woke up with a start.
The arms around him tightened again, and Zhou Yanqing's hoarse voice came to his ears:
"Are you awake? It's not time yet. Go to sleep a little longer. The alarm hasn't rung yet."
Wang Manning took a quick look and saw that her clothes from yesterday were neatly arranged. She felt relieved knowing that she had not lost her composure.
She stretched out her hand and tried to push the person next to her away: "Zhou Yanqing, why are you here?"
Zhou Yanqing sighed, propped himself up, and looked at her with a teasing look.
"I don't want to be here. Someone is holding my arm and won't let go, and asking me to sing her to sleep."
Wang Manning's face turned even redder: "You are talking nonsense..."
"Do you want to think about who was holding my arm, rubbing her head against my chest, and begging me to sing "Farewell" for her?"
Wang Manning was silent.
"Farewell" is a song that her father often sang to put her to sleep when she was young.
That was her most beautiful childhood memory, her father's deep male voice humming softly, soothing and calming.
Later, when she was in junior high school, she watched the movie "A Little Reunion" and this song became popular. Only then did she realize that her father was so advanced and that she knew this song, which was not so popular before.
Now that I think about it, it seems that my father, who always loved humming, stopped singing at home after junior high school.
It turns out that all problems have traces.
It turns out that a man who once loved his wife and daughter so deeply would later sleep with another woman and have another family.
"Manning, what's wrong?"
Sensing that something was wrong with the person in his arms, Zhou Yanqing turned Wang Manning's face and saw a face full of tears.
"Nothing, I'm going to wash up."
Wang Manning stood up and left the bedroom dejectedly.
The two finished their meal in silence. Zhou Yanqing put the things back into the kitchen and came out to hug Wang Manning who was wiping the table.
"Manning, can we get married? I want to see you every day when I wake up, watch you eat the food I cook, and watch you smile at me."
Wang Manning lowered his head and said in a dull voice:
"Zhou Yanqing, I have no confidence. When I think about the possibility that one day you will hug another woman, sing for her, cook for her, and watch her smile, I feel... suffocated to death."
"Zhou Yanqing, I hate myself now, I am so sad. Now I have brought back all the unpleasant memories from the past, and I am very sad."
Zhou Yanqing stroked Wang Manning's soft hair, feeling ecstatic and worried at the same time.
This woman finally fell deeply in love with me. All these worries and fears were because of love.
But how can she resolve this inner demon?
It was obvious that swearing and promising things were of no use to her.
Zhou Yanqing was at a loss as to what to do.
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After get off work, Xie Wenjian hurried to Luweiyuan.
Today it is Mr. Qian, the boss of Gaofen Bookstore, who is treating us.
Boss Qian is currently working on a complete series of supplementary teaching books for junior high and high schools. If all schools in Beijing can place unified orders after publication, it will be a big deal.
Xie Wenjian has been a little weird in recent days.
The people who smashed the glass have been quiet for a while, and Section Chief Wang seems to have behaved much better. It is said that his backer was recently transferred out of the Municipal Bureau.
Although everything was going well, he didn't dare to do anything about Wang Manning for the time being. After all, it seemed like she had a background.
He was very quick-witted and quickly began to divert his attention. He had plenty of resources at hand, so why would he hang himself on a tree?
Look at the resources that Boss Qian has, they are very good.
Anyway, the next day was the weekend, so Boss Qian and Xie Wenjian were very relaxed and got more and more excited as they drank.
Seeing Boss Qian's mistress throwing herself at him, Xie Wenjian was so happy that he almost burst into tears.
This little girl always flirts with Boss Qian in a coquettish way. He has been coveting her for a long time, but he didn't expect Boss Qian to be so generous this time.
After having a good meal and a few drinks, Xie Wenjian, staggering unsteadily, took his little mistress into a taxi.
"Xiao Mei, be sure to send Section Chief Xie home and take good care of him."
Xiaomei pushed Xie Wenjian's head, which was buried in her turbulent water, with a helpless look on her face, and waved goodbye to Boss Qian and the others.
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