Embrace the three views and dismantle them

Sitting all the time, taking out a cigarette to smoke.The smoke in the car completely turned into a chimney.Wan Yan didn't like him smoking, and Zhang Qiran basically quit smoking. Even if others persuaded him to go out to socialize, he would refuse with a smile.He is unwilling to do things that Wan Yan doesn't like.

But at this moment, he just wanted to smoke hard, even if he went back smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, no one would look coldly at him, and would not close the door to prevent him from going to bed.

One after another, the faint star red is bright and dark.

Until the windows are darkened, until the street lights are on lonely, until the high beams of passing vehicles are approaching and far away by chance.Zhang Qiran just put out his cigarette butt, started the car and left, and after he left, a certain curtain was opened, and Wan Yan, who was wearing pajamas, stood by the window, looking in the direction Zhang Qiran was going away, and did not leave for a long time.

President Zhang, who smelled of cigarettes all over his body, returned home full of mourning. Just as he entered the password, he was stunned.

Wan Yan's birthday, even if he doesn't have to think about it, he can directly input it smoothly.Dazed for a moment, Zhang Qiran put his finger on the place where he changed the password, put it down and took it away, took it away and put it down again.

Forget it.

Still reluctant, still reluctant.

He could only tell himself that he would change it when he completely forgot about Wan Yan, when he fully accepted Bu Yan.He will definitely change.It's just that now Wan Yan's name, everything about him seems to be deeply engraved in his heart, and he can't forget it.As long as I think of Wan Yan leaving him, my heart hurts unbearably, as if a big piece has been dug out somewhere, the pain pierces my heart.That person is the source of his happiness in everything he holds in his palm and in his heart.

Well, if Bu Yan was here, he would probably hold his chin and say that all of this was arranged by fate~~

Fate, it's so wonderful.

The main plot of the world, if we really separate, the world will collapse, okay? Compared with digging out a piece, it is a ball of yarn.If it's time to reconcile, reconcile quickly, so that he doesn't have to think of a way! !

When Zhang Qiran returned home, the room was deserted.He fell on the bed without changing his clothes.No matter how decadent he is, he still needs to go to work, he still needs to work, use work to numb himself, use work to temporarily forget someone's departure, and use work to forget his impulsive words.

It was bright daylight, and I walked slowly in the art gallery in casual clothes. It happened to be the exhibition of Dali's works. There were relatively few people on weekdays, and there might only be five or six people in the exhibition hall.The wall is the master's work, the body of the ghost in purgatory is twisted, the expression is painful, the lines are extremely smooth, people have the magic power to follow and trace.

This time, it was just some sketches by Dali, and there were no large-scale works, but Bu Xun looked a little reluctant to leave.It's just that he has other things to do, so he can only sigh.

After finishing this broken main plot, he went directly to Europe and America to see the works of the masters! ! !Well, touch your chin, he wants to speed up the reconciliation between the two.If the cycle continues endlessly, he will not be able to bear it.

Feeling the phone vibrating in his pocket, the young man took it out and looked at it, then smiled.Sure enough, the private detective he was looking for started working, hoping to live up to his expectations.

Turning around, he greedily described Dali's room carefully, carefully putting the big red lips and the location of the painting in his mind.Just as he was concentrating on changing the angle, suddenly his foot bumped into someone's arm, and he quickly apologized softly.

"sorry Sorry."

The man who was bumped into was a man wearing glasses, with regular features and elegant demeanor, who looked a bit like Wan Yan in some respects.

Grace readers!

"It's okay, I was not careful." The attitude of the other party is also very good.

"Thank you." After exchanging a few words, Bu Yan saw that time was running short and wanted to solve the main plot quickly, so he nodded to the other party to say goodbye.

When Zhao Anjiang saw the young man's back, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.However, being able to watch the exhibition quietly like him is also considered fate, and maybe we may meet again in the future.

If you meet, Zhao Anjiang smiled, and you can leave your contact information. It is always good to make friends with people with similar interests. There are so many people, meeting is fate.If young people like art, they can communicate with each other in the future.The young man looks clean and fresh, and his clothes are also very tasteful. He should be a pure and innocent college student from a wealthy family. It is not clear if he is a student of the school he teaches.The youth gave him the feeling that it was more suitable for him to walk hurriedly with a book and a schoolbag on the green road. Golden light spots jumped on his face. When he met his classmates, the youth smiled heartily, and his smile was brighter than the sun. .

It should be a student.

The car drove to Zhang Qiran's community, and Bu Yan directly opened the door with the password. Before he could step in, he was choked by the strong smell of smoke. This is not an apartment, is it? This is a small underground tobacco workshop.

He hurriedly opened the window to let in some air, and Bu Yan waited outside for half an hour before he dared to step in again.The cleanliness of the owner's house, which was originally good and frigid, is now really appalling.

The changed clothes were thrown all over the floor, and there were N wine bottles lying on the gray carpet, not to mention the cigarette butts and lunch boxes that could be seen everywhere on the original high-end floor...

The bedroom is even worse. It is difficult to find a place to sleep on the bed.

Sighing helplessly, Bu Xi quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call and called the hourly worker to come over to help.According to the novel, the original owner should be very happy to be able to clean up by himself, and feel the satisfaction of entering the house or being recognized.But Buzhen is not the original owner, and as long as Zhang Qiran sorts it out, he won't care whether he sorted it out or someone else sorted it out.

Small details, don't need to be too CARE.

The school application has been approved, the language school has been found, and the accommodation is almost settled.He always wants to speed up the progress of the plot, and the best way to reconcile the two protagonists is for him to die quickly and forcefully.

Come on, die, anyway, there is a lot of time~~~~~~~~

Roll up your sleeves and work hard~

Basically, according to the plot, the original owner was wrong at the beginning, and then he was more scheming. Unfortunately, no matter what, he couldn't leave any deeper impression on Zhang Qiran. Various actions and methods will only push people further and further away.

Because, the other party does not have him in his heart.

Whatever you do is wrong, whatever you do will make Zhang Qiran think of the person he really loves.

After opening the door, Wan Yan waited for someone to come to help tidy up, and replaced the hanging Monet's painting with an oil painting full of flowers and riches.It's very gaudy, very lively, and the atmosphere is completely different from the original.Then I went to the MUJI-style kitchen, sighed and put all the elegant tableware into the basket, and replaced it with the gorgeous gold-edged Hermès tableware.

The author has something to say: come on, die

work hard