MTL - Slowly Falling For Changkong-Chapter 44

Xu Lian sat at the bar and was quiet for a while, then suddenly reached out to grab the wine in Wei Yichen's hand.

Wei Yichen responded quickly, his hands quickly flinched, and he placed the bottle on the floor inside the bar. Xu Lian looked at him, Wei Yichen smiled at her, and said, "I have encountered Xiang Changkong once before, and he said that he was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination."

Xiang Changkong had asked Amao to investigate before, and Xu Lian suddenly ran over to talk to him about his dream, and it must be related to him.

Xu Lian picked up the orange juice in front of him and drank it as wine, and then put it down until the bottom of the glass: "He may not take the test."

Wei Yichen leaned on the bar and asked her, "Why?"

According to A Mao's previous news, Xiang Changkong initially gave up studying abroad because of something at home. Dad passed away, mother fell ill, and a younger sister who was in third grade. In this case, it is impossible for anyone to pat their **** to go abroad to study. He gave up at that time, it was considered a last resort, but now that he has a chance to read it again, why should he give up?

Xu Lian said: "Do you know the current status of aerospace in China?"

"..." Wei Yichen was silent for a while and asked her, "Do you think I should understand?"

Xu Lian handed him the empty wine glass and said, "Pour me another glass."

Wei Yichen obediently poured another glass of orange juice and placed it in front of her. Xu Lian took a big sip, and the orange juice was a third less: "Say to Changkong that they work at 611, do you know 611? They work six days a week, 11 hours a day, not counting overtime. "The more capable people are, the more intensive they are at work, and their welfare benefits are not as high as those of their majors. Young talents are drained, and the backbone is dying young."

Wei Yichen froze and asked her, "Xiangong's father ...?"

"Well, almost." Xu Lian drank the orange juice again, just like she was pouring wine. "They have contributed to the country. It is great, but their families may wish they were not so great?"

She didn't know the others, but Auntie Weng was probably willing to take delivery to the sky, and didn't want him to have anything to do with the plane.

She looked at Wei Yichen, "You said, as a family, should you support them?"

Wei Yichen was silent for a while, didn't hold back, still brought the wine up again and poured himself a glass. Xu Lian didn't go up to grab it this time, as if waiting for his reply.

Wei Yichen took a sip of wine and asked her, "Don't you agree to Changkong's mother?"

"Ok."

"how about you?"

"I?" Xu Lian smiled. She had seen Wei Yichen's depression, and she had seen the eyes deep toward the sky. They were like a star that faded into the sky, and wanted to merge herself into the swirling darkness. . She can understand Weng Shuli's ideas, but she does not agree with her approach. There are people who are willing to be dull in this world, but there are also people who would rather burn themselves than live vigorously.

Xiang Changkong is undoubtedly the latter.

She too.

"I want people I like to do what I love."

Everyone's life is only one lifetime, regardless of the length, but please don't regret it.

Wei Yichen laughed: "If you want to be so thorough, why bother asking me. Don't worry too much about his mother. Your influence on him is not necessarily less than his mother. As long as you support him, there is hope. "

Xu Lian felt that Wei Yichen finally said something that pleased her most.

She drank two glasses of orange juice, put down her glass, picked up her bag and left: "I'm leaving now, treat these two glasses of orange as you please."

Wei Yichen: "..."

Really conscious.

He looked at Xu Lian's back, propped up on the bar with one hand, and stopped her: "Xu Lian."

Xu Lian turned over and looked at him and asked, "Why, the owner of the dignified bar can't even afford two glasses of orange juice?"

Wei Yichen smiled: "It's not this, you recently ... don't come here anymore."

Xu Lian looked at him with a sharp look. Just over an hour ago, Xiang Changkong just said this to her.

What's going on now, one by one told her not to look for them?

Ha ha, thought she wanted to find them? Without saying a word, she turned and walked out of Wei Yichen's bar.

Wei Yichen looked at her expression just now, and she was a little afraid. I'm afraid she won't want to deal with herself in the next six months. But that's fine. The less she touches herself, the safer she is.

Xu Lian left Qingnan Lane and drove home to sleep. She woke up until five o'clock, she got up and cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, turned on the computer and checked the purchases.

Things related to scented candles are not available everywhere, even in foreign countries. These things are only sold in specific locations. These stores are hard to find, most of them were told by her Korean teacher. She also keeps an eye on the industry's development, and she usually learns any new molds or tricks abroad.

Although this time she decided to go abroad to purchase because of the elk mold, but since she has gone out, she must buy as much as possible. When she was collecting information, she saw that a shop had newly launched an aircraft mold, which was small in size and made it very cute. She ticked the back of the mold and included it in the purchase order.

Xiang Changkong should like it.

She was so prepared that she had battered a bowl and hadn't finished it yet.

Xiang Changkong's home, Weng Shuli has not eaten yet. Xiang Nuan has gone to school, and Xiang Changkong is alone at home, guarding his mother.

Weng Shuli is not old anymore, and because of a serious illness before, Xiang Changkong is very worried that she wo n’t be able to bear if she does n’t eat or drink like this. Afraid that Weng Shuli had no appetite, he specially remade dinner, which is her favorite chicken congee. He also mixed some side dishes, all of which Weng Shuli liked.

When the food was ready, he knocked on Weng Shuli's door again: "Mom, it's not early. Come out and eat something. I cooked your favorite chicken congee and cold salad."

After speaking, he stood outside the door and waited for a while, Weng Shuli still didn't eat. He leaned against the door and whispered, "What do you want me to do?"

Weng Shuli lay in bed for an afternoon, but she did not fall asleep. The pair of father and son she met in the small park always appeared in her mind.

The little boy looked only seven or eight years old, and the plane was not skilled enough. Once the plane fell on the grass in front of her, he came over and picked it up. Weng Shuli looked at the small plane lying on the grass, the propeller was still turning slowly, and bent down to pick it up.

"Thank you, grandma." The child thanked her milkily, ran back to his father with the plane, and let him teach himself.

This little boy looks like a skyward sky.

The figure of the father and son in the park gradually overlapped with the figures of Xiang Changkong and his father. They were all saying that when they grow up, they will be like fathers.

If the little boy grows up and cannot fly again, he will be very disappointed.

"Mom, how do you want to eat?"

Xiang Changkong's voice came from outside the door. Weng Shuli heard it and did not answer.

She knew that Xiang Changkong hadn't been happy these years, but at least he was alive.

Xiang Changkong knocked on the door twice more and finally left. He sat alone at the dinner table, watching the steaming porridge gradually cool, and his eyes became cold.

Until the night completely covered the city, Weng Shuli still did not come out to eat.

He took out his mobile phone to Changkong and dialed a phone number for Xu Lian.

As soon as Xu Lian came out of the bathroom, she heard the phone buzz constantly. She subconsciously felt that the call was from the sky, and speeded up.

Really towards the sky.

She answered the phone: "To the sky?"

Xiang Changkong thought about it for a long time before he called her. He even typed seven or eight articles, but at this time, he didn't know what to say.

Listening to the silence on the other end, Xu Lian went to the small sofa and sat down: "Why not talk? What happened to Aunt Weng?"

He moved to the corner of Changkong's mouth and spit out two words for a long time: "Xu Lian."

The sound was as dry as roasting on the sofa.

Xu Lian said lightly, "Well, I'm listening."

"I ... may not take the exam."

Xu Lian looked down: "Aunt Weng still refuses to eat?"

"Well, she seems very angry, lying in bed all afternoon, not eating or drinking. Her health is already bad, so she can't survive this."

Xu Lian didn't say anything, she couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. The hand holding the phone to the sky gradually tightened, until the knuckles began to whiten: "Let's go apart."

What is despair? Xiang Changkong thought that his father was gone, his mother was seriously ill, and his dream had to be given up. This was despair. Now he knew that despair was not darkness—the light suddenly turned on in the darkness, and then turned off. This was despair.

He didn't go to graduate school, he didn't know what he would do in the future, and he couldn't give Xu Lian any guarantee at all.

After he said this, the phone seemed quieter, and he sat alone in the corner of the room, as if the whole world was only him.

Then Xu Lian's voice suddenly came from the receiver: "Xiang Changkong, what did you just say?"

Tighten the hand next to Changkong's side, repeating again: "Let's go."

"Separate? Do you mean breaking up?"

"Ok……"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Straightened to the corner of Changkong's mouth, and did not answer.

Xu Lian's voice came again: "Xiang Changkong, are you at home?"

"Ok."

"Are you going out later?"

"Do not."

"Okay, you wait."

...

Jumped inexplicably towards Changkong's heart.