A girl who fell in love with her first man would be silly. However, this stubbornness, cuteness, and naivety decreased with age. Zhang Qian was no longer the girl who liked to sing " Promise " and secretly wiped her tears while touching Xiao Bing's scars.
Pure love could make distance beautiful, and it could withstand the torment of a long time. Sometimes, this saying was ridiculous, but Xiao Bing was persistent for his first love. In the end, he was the one who suffered the most. In the cafe opposite He University, Xiao Bing sat near the glass window, looking out the window with lonely eyes.
He had been sitting there for three hours and had drunk two cups of coffee. The music in the cafe was actually Dao Lang's well-known song," The First Snow of 2002." The song was melancholic, and it undoubtedly sprinkled salt on the wound in his heart. The pain spread in waves.
The petite waitress was walking back and forth. For a customer who had drunk two cups of fifteen-yuan coffee and sat there for three hours, the waitress would definitely be impatient. If it wasn't for Xiao Bing's gloomy and cold appearance, the waitress would have rolled her eyes and glared at him.
In the afternoon, the sky was overcast. A gust of wind blew up the dust and paper on the road, and the rain fell down. The pedestrians on the road quickened their pace, and some simply stood under the shops facing the street to take shelter from the rain. A Beijing-made Cherokee SUV was parked by the roadside, and the door was open.
Dressed in a white dress and with a pretty face with two shallow dimples, it was Zhang Qian. She pushed open the car door but did not get out directly. The boy who drove the car held an umbrella and went around the door. She got out of the car. Under the black umbrella, the two of them looked very compatible, attracting the attention of the passersby outside the cafe. The boy had always been dressed casually and gentle, but his every move brought out the arrogance of a rich family. He was very handsome, but he lacked the maturity.
Xiao Bing looked at the two of them. His eyes were not only despondent and lonely, but also filled with despair. The boy only sent Zhang Qian to the entrance of the cafe and did not walk in. Obviously, he knew what Zhang Qian was here for. He held his head high and appreciated the street scene in the rain and fog with the attitude of a winner.
It was a great pleasure to watch the woman who had dug her heart out and cut off the last trace of love for her first boyfriend. Winning in the field of love was the most satisfying thing for a man to gain face. There was nothing more satisfying than this in life. The boy holding an umbrella at the entrance of the cafe seemed to be showing off his victory with a relaxed expression.
Zhang Qian walked in and pulled out the chair opposite Xiao Bing. She sat down calmly. She had been at a loss when she saw Xiao Bing in the morning, but now she had calmed down. Seeing that Xiao Bing was still looking out the window, she spoke first,""Xiao Bing…I'm no longer as happy as I used to be when I ate the candied haws you bought…On Valentine's Day, you gave me a cheap bracelet from a street stall, and I was already a little girl who was jumping around happily. I'm already a senior this year, and I have a lot of things to consider. I have to consider my parents who have worked hard for me for more than 20 years. I hope you can understand me.”
After Zhang Qian finished speaking, she waved for the waiter and asked for a cup of black coffee without sugar. It was very bitter. She held the coffee cup with both hands and looked at the silent man opposite her. She recalled that two years ago, he came to He University to visit her. He was dressed in a well-ironed military uniform and his valiant and heroic posture had mesmerized many girls in He University. It almost made the narrow-minded girls in the same dormitory feel jealous.
Now, he was a penniless man who had just been released from prison. If it were two years ago, she might have been impulsive enough to follow him through thick and thin, never leaving him. Today, she would not be impulsive for him anymore. Thinking about her parents who had worked hard for more than twenty years and looked forward to a good life every day, a few years ago, after her parents were laid off, the whole family had tasted the bitterness of life and the disdain of relatives and friends. She was the only hope of the family. To change all this, she had to find a good person to rely on.
Zhang Qian swallowed the bitter coffee and smiled bitterly. She turned her head and glanced at the figure holding the umbrella outside. He was the head of the student union of He University, and his father was the deputy chief of the police department. His uncle was the deputy chief of the Ninghe City Police Department. In terms of family background, status, and background, how could Xiao Bing compare to him? Zhang Qian put down the coffee cup and said indifferently,"Xiao Bing, everything that happened between us is in the past. Today, we officially broke up. Forget about me. I'm a bad woman and I'm not worthy of your nostalgia.”
" Break up." Xiao Bing's gaze finally landed on Zhang Qian's face and she nodded slightly. Her heart had gone numb for a moment. There was no pain. Should she despise her? People had to be realistic in life, especially women. What right did he have to despise and criticize them? The glory, status, and feelings of the past could go away.
"I wish you happiness."
Xiao Bing stood up and nodded politely, then paid the bill and left the cafe. Zhang Qian was stunned. She thought that this man would yell at her, but his ease was so decisive that she suddenly felt a trace of unwillingness and resentment.
Xiao Bing walked out of the cafe and passed by the boy with the umbrella. Their eyes met. One of them was as calm as an ancient well, deathly silent and afraid of people. The other was arrogant and full of confidence. Xiao Bing's willpower had reached an unimaginable level after going through " Old A "'s brutal training. The boy's provocative gaze could not hurt his self-esteem, and he would not be like some young men who would slap others or smash their cars impulsively. Only pathetic men would defend their dignity in a childish and extreme way.
Xiao Bing's steps were still vigorous and powerful. The cool rain hit his face, making him more clear-headed. He also realized that the sharpest weapons for a man to defend his dignity were power and money. He had never wanted to hold onto these two things as much as he did now. Desire was the motivation for a man to fight.
The Beijing-made Cherokee carrying Zhang Qian sped across the wet road, splashing a cloud of water mist, revealing a somewhat arrogant and valiant aura. Pedestrians holding umbrellas on the roadside hurriedly avoided the splashing mud, but no one criticized it, as if it was natural for rich people to show off.
Xiao Bing wiped the rain off her face and stood in the rain as she watched the Cherokee disappear from her sight. She thought that Zhang Qian must have enjoyed watching the miserable scene of the passersby in the car."In the future, I'll use a Rolls-Royce when I pick up women…A black Rolls-Royce."
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