chapter 10 There are bad people among the masses

After a while, Wesley and I went downstairs together. He got into the company's business car and I sat in Zoey's car. My nerves fell into inexplicable cramps, and I even complained that Wesley should not have told me the news that Emily would come back so suddenly. After 3 years, I no longer knew what emotions to use to face her. I spent countless days and nights frantically wanting to see her, but I was afraid of seeing her. I was afraid that the silence and embarrassment after the meeting would be too painful. Zoey started the car, looked at the rearview mirror and changed lanes, and asked me: "Maxwell, why do you look so worried?" After asking, she shook her head and added: "It doesn't look like you." I smiled and said, "Do you have to be heartless to be like me?" "Is it Wesley who told you that Emily will be back?" "Yeah." I responded, then opened the car window and lit a cigarette. "No wonder, except for Emily, no one in this world can pry into your Maxwell melancholy nerves,"Zoey sighed. "You're overthinking. She's not that invincible, and I'm not that vulnerable." I still smiled in response. Zoey shrugged and said, "Maxwell, you know how to be warm and cold. The brighter your smile, the more painful your heart will be." "It sounds like you know me well." This time I finally put away the smile that Zoey thought was a fake smile, to prove that I was not as hurt as she said. "We have been friends for so many years. I don't know you, but I don't know you Maxwell. Let me tell you something from my heart. Although we all feel sorry for you and Emily, I have to tell you: when a woman changes In the back of her mind, the man she once loved has become a piece of second-hand smoke that has been smoked. She can no longer feel the pleasure of smoking, and the smoke makes her eyes red. At this time, the only thing she can do is to abandon this smoke. Secondhand smoke, you know what I mean?” "What are you telling me for?" I asked, taking a deep breath of cigarette. "I hope you can be more chic." I was silent for a long time and asked with reluctance: "What do you mean by love? Isn't it just a promise, and then you stick to it for the rest of your life? Why do you make a promise to the other person, but don't have the guts to stick to it?" "Maxwell, love is really not as simple as you think. You should understand why Wesley and I can make it to the end, but you and Emily can't." I was silent again. I really understood that although neither Wesley nor Zoey came from a wealthy family, their family backgrounds were not bad and they were well matched. As for Emily and I, I clearly remember that before Emily went abroad, her father bought I bought a Cadillac CTS for her as her graduation gift. But should love really be measured by material things? I don’t understand. Zoey added: "Emily really loved you. You also know that she went to study in the United States to avoid her parents' forced marriage. She hopes to stay for three years and that her parents can accept her and you after returning to China. The fact that we are together, but why I broke up with you after arriving in the United States, I can’t figure it out, maybe it’s really because” I didn't want to experience the feelings I had when we broke up again, so I interrupted Zoey: "Stop it, just like you said, when she changes her mind, just treat me as a second-hand smoke that can't bring out pleasure." "I said she changed her mind just as a metaphor,"Zoey comforted her again. There is a kind of person in this world who has a special ability to comfort a person who wants to die until he actually wants to die. There is no doubt that Zoey is that person. Throughout the day, I accompanied Zoey to buy related items for their wedding according to the list given by Wesley. It was not until the evening that Zoey and I simply ate something and dispersed. Although I didn't sleep all night yesterday and had another day of hard work today, when night came, I didn't feel sleepy at all. Walking on the street, every time I saw couples cuddling up to me under the neon lights, my heart surged. What is left is endless loneliness and emptiness. I still habitually want to relax myself, as if my night should belong to the nightclub. I tell myself: maybe drink some wine, and I will sleep more soundly tonight. Listening to the loud bar music, watching the changing and flashing lights, and the people twisting their waists crazily, after a while I had already drank several bottles of beer, and I felt a little dizzy. I like this feeling, no worries, no love. Hate, love and hatred are only hazy and unreal, which are both true and false. There are two resident bands in this bar, and the two bands take turns performing every night. Today it happens to be Hayden"Tear Nerve" band singing in. Hayden and I have a good relationship, and we sometimes play together. music. Hayden jammed the guitar strings with his fingers, made a friction-like noise, and smiled teasingly at me: "Maxwell, come up and play." I put down the beer bottle, jumped on the stage, took the guitar from Hayden, and said to the other members of the band: "I'll return the favor with a bow." Everyone nodded, various musical instruments began to sound, and under the flickering lights, heavy metal music began to swell. With a drunken vent, I stepped on the ammunition box-shaped prop with one foot, started playing the electric guitar crazily, and sang with a roaring blast: "The hand of fantasy is holding the big flag, and the hand is tucked in the coat." My bones, desperately trying to remember the route they came from, turned around and smashed against the wall; Oh my god, I can't come back; Oh my god, you need to be a little tired, mother, give me a baby quickly, give birth to me! Come down, raise your throat and tear your neck apart.” Only halfway through the song, a gangster-like young man in the audience with long hair, a black jacket, and a gold chain stared at me and yelled at me: "What the hell are you singing, you idiot? Hurry up and change the song." I stopped and looked at him with squinted eyes: "Your grandson, tell me again." Long Hair kicked over the nearest drum kit: "You idiot, I asked you to change the song." "I'll fuck you, uncle." I stood on a high place and kicked Long Hair's face. As if I had found the pleasure of venting, I jumped down from the stage and started smashing the guitar with my hands. In the blink of an eye, I smashed the guitar to pieces. Long Hair was also beaten so hard that he hugged his head and huddled on the ground, screaming in agony. Several people with long hair rushed towards me with beer bottles, but were blocked by Hayden and the band members. In the chaos, I saw someone calling the police, and then threw away the remains of the guitar and ran out of the bar. In the interrogation room of the police station, the light shone on me. Sitting opposite me was an elderly policeman who looked quite friendly. "Name, gender, age, workplace." "It's not the policeman. That grandson really deserves a beating. He was the one who kicked our drum set first. You know we play music and the instrument is our brother. He beat my brother. I can fight with him." Are you okay? Brother policeman, I really don’t want to fight, there are really bad people among the crowd,” I said with a sad face. "Stop talking nonsense, kid. No matter how many reasons you have, fighting is wrong. The law does not give you this right, you know?" "Brother policeman, I know I was wrong. I have done a deep introspection and review in my heart. I should not ignore the majesty of the law. I will definitely raise my awareness in the future, be a good law-abiding citizen, and resolutely not delay a harmonious society." 's hind legs" "Okay, don't be a stinker and go pay the fine." "No detention?" I asked cautiously. "The young man you beat only suffered some superficial injuries. He agreed to keep it private. You compensated him for the hospital expenses and lost wages. Plus the fine, the total is 6,000 yuan." "6000 Police Brother, I don't have that much money with me." "Call your family and friends." When I heard the words family and friends, I suddenly felt confused. At this time, I really felt that I was so lonely in this city where I had lived for two years. I definitely can't find Wesley or Zoey. Firstly, they are getting married soon and I don't want to cause them this trouble. Secondly, they have expressed to me countless times that they hope that I can live a stable life, but I still won't let such a thing happen. It's good for them to know, lest they be disappointed After thinking about it for a long time, that face that hated me so much but was so beautiful came to mind. Looking for Penelope, yes, looking for Penelope. Anyway, in her eyes, I am a scumbag with no image at all. She asked her to pay the fine for me first, and when I get paid next week, I will pay her back together with the money I owed. That’s it. At this time, I was really glad that I had written down her mobile phone number in the morning. He took out his cell phone from his pocket, found Penelope's number, and dialed it immediately.