Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 418 Fanwai: It's the wedding night~
Also, there were some accidents in the middle of the wedding.

The band's original guitarist got into a car accident on the road and couldn't make it. The scene lacked a lead guitar.

Just when they want to feel sorry for others.

"Just him, and it's free."

The clear voice was indifferent, without any emotion.

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

Shi Jingnian kicked Zheng Xingzhou up.

Zheng Xingzhou: "..."

Fuck, why is he free?
For the sake of marriage, he didn't care about Shi Jingnian.

The guitar is a rare acoustic guitar nowadays. The band played behind the scenes, and the man finished playing a piece quietly holding the acoustic guitar. No one knew it was him, and he didn't show any limelight.

When playing with the fingertips, there was a moment of loneliness, more like an illusion, thin lips with a smile, lazy and unrestrained.

Ji Ning'an was a little surprised, and told him the truth: "I thought you could play the cello or piano."

When I saw that face, my first impression was that the cello would go well with him.

"Then you would never have imagined that when I was 14 years old, I was still performing on the streets of foreign countries with my guitar in my arms."

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes wide in shock, and her brown eyes seemed to be rounder. She subconsciously lowered her voice so that no one else could hear her, "Why?"

Zheng Xingzhou thought her reaction was quite interesting, imitating her appearance and whispering mysteriously, and answered her in a breathy voice: "Because of lack of money."

He raised his slender fingers and gestured: "At that time, I made fourteen hundred dollars by playing the guitar!"

The tone sounded a bit childish showing off.

He was only 14 years old at the time, and Ji Ning'an admired him very much. When she was 14 years old, she was still talking back to her parents: "Then what do you do with your money? Do you buy game consoles?"

"Buy stocks and earn tuition fees." Zheng Xingzhou laughed, "But I didn't make any money. I was beaten up by a few gangsters and took the money away."

"Did you call the police?"

"Reported, but the police didn't care, and then they blocked me again, this time they beat me even harder, and they robbed me of money, and they fucking crippled my left hand." He said in a very loose tone.

Ji Ning'an frowned tightly: "What about your family? Why don't you care?"

"Family? They want me to die early."

He spoke without ups and downs from the beginning to the end, just like someone else's story, and he was just a cold-eyed bystander.

It's hard to imagine such a thing happening to him, at least not from the outside.

Ji Ning'an unconsciously worried, and frowned: "Then what will you do in the end, have you paid enough for the tuition?"

"Paid enough," he said.

"How did you pay?"

Zheng Xingzhou stared at her, and slowly licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue: "I approached them with a knife, and cut off that man's little finger—"

Seeing the girl's pupils constricting, he suddenly burst out laughing, almost to the point of tears, and the laughter overflowing his throat was hearty.

"Miss Ji, you are too naive! I lied to you, but you actually took it seriously."

Ji Ning'an was stunned.

"How can such a thing happen to people like us who are well-clothed and pampered?" Zheng Xingzhou's tone was half-true, "Have some time to eat, Miss Ji."

He kept calling her that and never changed it.

"This joke is not, well, laughing at all!" Ji Ning'an said angrily.

Thankfully she took it seriously.

Mad.

"But I think it's funny." His tone was light, perverse and nasty.

It was hilarious.

"I don't care if what you said is true or not, but I think you in the story are amazing."

Ji Ning'an pursed her lower lip, said something seriously, and walked out of the lounge with the hem of her wedding dress.

All the people who came to the wedding banquet today were well-known and important people. Out of courtesy, Shi Jingnian greeted the guests for a while, with an elegant appearance.

Seeing him, Ji Ningan curled the corners of her lips.

He just raised his eyes, and the eyes were soft for an instant.

Everything was carried out according to the ceremony. With tears in his eyes, Father Ji led the girl through the path of changing crystal lights and shadows. It was every girl's dream of a princess, wearing the most beautiful and white wedding dress, and marrying her sweetheart.

The person I like is a hero of the world. One day, he will step on the colorful clouds and come to marry me.

Shi Jingnian held her hand, cherishing and paying attention to it.

The crystals in the auditorium are shining brightly and brilliantly.

They kissed in full view and put wedding rings on each other.

Zheng Xingzhou was lazily lying on the table, pouring dozens of empty whiskey glasses around him, and propping up his chin, looking at the embracing figures on the stage with deep eyes, he suddenly smiled: "It's so holy... ..."

He kept staring at that scene without missing half a second. From the beginning to the end, his right hand rested on his left wrist, and the temperature of his fingertips was already cold.

When Zheng Xingzhou was 14 years old, because he was poor, he wandered the streets with a broken guitar picked up in a trash can. At that time, he could return to China as long as he gave in to his father, but he didn't.

Later, the guitar was smashed, the money was robbed, and the left wrist was broken.

He didn't take it seriously, and he didn't have the money to see a doctor. As time went by, his left hand became useless, and he couldn't play musical instruments or do heavy work.

Everyone knows that Zheng Xingzhou is right-handed, but few people know that Zheng Xingzhou was left-handed until he was 14 years old.

The boy's dream was shattered, and he finally realized that the world is cold and cold, and all his arrogance is self-inflicted humiliation without the ability and means.

"It's so goddamn holy." He said again, his thin lips had a sarcastic arc, and no one could understand the emotion in his eyes.

There were two figures reflected in his eyes, the last trace of a smile faded from his lips, without any expression.

So what if you love each other again, and in the end, it's not the same as the death of each other?

Where can love go?

Zheng Xingzhou thought coldly, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were really disgusting.

Anyway, Shi Jingnian was considered his friend for so many years, he didn't bless them, but he still thought in his heart that they would break up.

boring.

Whiskey slipped down his throat, extremely pungent, maybe he drank too much, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, Zheng Xingzhou grabbed the suit jacket at the side, and left the scene by himself, drunk and staggering.

"Sir, are you okay..." The waitress panicked and wanted to help him.

"Get out!" The man's eyes were blood red, and he shook off her hand, disgusted, "Don't touch me!"

His eyes nailed the waitress in place, like a wolf biting flesh and blood.

Late at night, snowflakes are flying, and this winter will not end.

The dark black sky is like thick liquor, and against the background of white snowflakes, it is even more silent and gloomy.

The light in the room is a little bit more hazy and yellow, like an old oil painting, which is cast with ambiguous colors for no reason, charming and scandalous.

The dim yellow light and shadow hit the man's body, outlining a cold and deep outline, with only a slightly damp white shirt on his upper body.

Standing in front of the window, he raised his hand calmly and unbuttoned his clothes. Starting from the top one, the finger bones were slender and pleasing to the eye. When they were wrapped around the buttons, there was an inexplicable hint of bewilderment.

Sitting on the dark gray soft bed, Ji Ning'an didn't dare to look at him, her eyelashes drooped indiscriminately, trembling like the wings of a struggling butterfly, her earlobes under her black hair were reddish.

When Shi Jingnian unbuttoned his clothes, he didn't shy away from it, now he looked at the little girl's flickering eyelashes.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he tapped his fingertips on the second button and called her.

"Ning'an."

(End of this chapter)