mesbooks Chapter 397 Why did we become like this? (Plot Chapter 4)
Chapter 397 Why did we become like this? (Plot Chapter 4)
At this time, the sky was already turning white.
The corridor was dead silent.
Three people stood in the corridor, looking at each other from a distance, and no one spoke first.
As soon as Su Zhiwen saw Ansheng, he immediately withdrew his hands from Qiqi's body, turned his face slightly away, and avoided Ansheng's sight.
Qiqi, who was originally leaning on his arm, lost her balance, staggered, and stood up straight by holding on to the wall.
She stared at Ansheng for a while with sleepy eyes, then suddenly staggered forward a few steps and threw herself into Ansheng's arms.
"Ansheng, it's really you! I miss you so much... That time in Hai City, I didn't really want to quarrel with you. I thought you would ignore me for the rest of your life..."
He was mumbling something, his legs went limp, and he slid down holding Ansheng.
An Sheng could only put his arms around her body while glancing at Su Zhiwen.
"Open the door."
Su Zhiwen hurried over, took out the key and opened the door.
But as soon as the door opened, Ansheng dragged Qiqi in, but turned around and closed the door.
"You stay outside. I want to talk to Qiqi alone."
Su Zhiwen stood outside the door, pursed his lips and said nothing.
An Sheng walked into the small apartment where her boyfriend had lived for two years.
Ever since he had a fight with her and insisted on coming to Beijing alone, she had never come to Beijing to see him. It was always he who came back to Mei Town to see her.
I didn't expect that breaking the routine for the first time in 2 years would bring such a big surprise.
Her eyes scanned the small space.
Overall, Su Zhiwen is as careful and clean as ever.
But there are many more eye-catching places.
A huge suitcase was placed next to the bed with the lid open. You could tell at a glance that it was Qiqi's style.
There were some cosmetics scattered around on the bedside table.
On the small balcony, there are several skirts with bold styles hanging.
In a word, traces of Qiqi's life are everywhere here.
Qiqi herself was now lying on the sofa with her eyes closed as if she was asleep.
"Get up. How can I not know you? You are not drunk to this extent."
Ansheng walked up to Qiqi and looked down at her face, which was almost completely wiped off due to drinking all night.
"You still understand me."
Upon hearing this, Qiqi slowly opened her eyes, slowly sat up, and her expression became much clearer.
"My boyfriend died in a car accident some time ago. We had agreed to immigrate to Canada together next spring.
"As soon as he died, a bunch of debtors showed up and took away all his valuables, leaving me no money at all.
"I just realized that the company he started with our money was already heavily in debt..."
She smiled bitterly.
“Luckily I met Zhiwen and was able to stay with him, otherwise I would have been living on the streets.
"Oh, Ansheng, your mother has always said that I have a hard life since I was a child, and Auntie really was right..."
At this point, Qiqi suddenly felt nauseous, jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the bathroom, and started vomiting heart-wrenchingly while holding the toilet.
"Ansheng, I feel so bad, please help me..."
She knelt beside the toilet, coughing and muttering.
But as Ansheng walked into the bathroom, Qiqi was startled and was poured with cold water from head to toe.
When he looked up, he saw An Sheng holding the dripping bathroom shower head and looking at him with gritted teeth.
"You are always like this! You always think that you are the only one who has the most difficulties, the most pain, and the most misfortune, and everyone has to give in to you, and you don't care whether others are in pain or not!
"You feel bad? I feel bad too! Who can help me?"
Qiqi stood up, wiped the water off her face, walked in front of Ansheng and sneered.
"You want to pour water on me as soon as we meet, right? Come on, do whatever you want to do to me! Don't worry, Zhiwen is outside the door and won't see you like this. I told you a long time ago not to pretend, I feel tired just watching you!"
Ansheng slammed the shower head.
"You always say I'm pretending, but don't you pretend too? You pretend to be drunk in front of Zhiwen, and you pretend to be innocent in front of me... and there's all this, what are these?"
She turned around and took down the clothes drying rack in the bathroom, on which were women's underwear that had been washed but not yet dried.
Black lace, very feminine style.
"Didn't you dislike wearing underwear since you were a child? Didn't you say you like freedom? Why? Are you changing your style now? Is it because Zhiwen is here?"
Ansheng threw her underwear into the sink and began to take off her clothes.
"Qiqi, this is a mistake. Zhiwen doesn't like this. Let me tell you what Zhiwen likes!"
From sweater to shirt, she took off her clothes one by one until her white boxer underwear was exposed.
"Zhiwen likes people like me. Zhiwen likes the rustic ones!"
She was clearly having an emotional breakdown.
"Ansheng, don't do this!"
Seeing her like this, Qiqi's momentum suddenly weakened.
She reached out and grabbed Ansheng's shirt, trying to help her put on her clothes, but Ansheng pushed her away.
"Do you think you know Zhiwen well? Do you think he loves you very much? Do you think that your mother, Zhiwen, and your boyfriends, any one of them has ever truly loved you?
"From childhood to adulthood, who would be willing to be your friend except me? If I don't take you home, will anyone take care of you? Will anyone care whether you live or die?
"No one in this world loves you except me! No one loves you!"
An Sheng's inner thoughts, which he had never spoken out loud, hit Qi Qi so hard that she couldn't even stand steadily.
"Yes. Without you, I'm nothing."
Qiqi nodded, trembling all over like a miserable puppy drenched by heavy rain.
Looking at the good friend who grew up with me across from me, I gave a bitter smile.
"But why did we become like this?"
They were once so close, like good sisters, why did they end up hurting each other today?
Her tears rolled down to the ground drop by drop.
An Sheng turned his head and looked at his hideous face in the bathroom mirror. He finally woke up and burst into tears, covering his face.
……
The love-hate fight between these two good sisters silenced all the audience.
Everyone stared at the big screen in silence, and there was no more whispering or discussion.
Everyone was touched by the infectious performance of the young actresses.
Even afterwards, the two heroines separated again.
An Sheng walked out of Su Zhiwen's house and told him who was waiting outside the door that she would wait for him in Mei Town for a month, and they would get married when he returned.
Then leave alone.
Su Zhiwen hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind.
Qiqi looked at the boy whom she had liked since childhood.
Suddenly I realized that he was no longer the spirited young man in my memory, but just an ordinary man who was indecisive and wavering.
She finally got rid of the last bit of obsession.
He left behind the jade Buddha statue, which he no longer wore on his body but kept by his side, and left quietly.
A few days later, Su Zhiwen quit his job in Jing City and returned to Mei Town.
Preparations for the wedding began in an orderly manner.
An Sheng thought he had finally gotten what he wanted, but amid the congratulations from everyone around him, he became more and more doubtful.
Does she really want to marry Su Zhiwen?
Does she really want marriage so much?
Is it worth it to gamble the relationship I have had with Qiqi for so many years just for this man in front of me who I can't even tell how much he loves me?
Apart from attending university in his province for four years, Ansheng has hardly ever left Meizhen.
Is she really prepared to live such a routine life for the rest of her life?
The night before the wedding, Ansheng finally made up her mind.
5 months later.
After finding a new job in overseas study training and getting her life back on track, Qiqi just walked out of the classroom and saw that familiar face.
"Qiqi, I'm pregnant."
An Sheng, who had short hair, was leaning on the corridor railing, gently stroking her pregnant belly and smiling at him.
"The first person I want to tell is you."