Love requires heart-warming.

Life requires gratitude.

In addition to love, he also felt grateful to her, thanking her for giving her youth to her ignorant self.

Therefore, after graduation, he did not obey his family's arrangements and returned to his hometown to take the civil service exam, but stayed in the capital to develop.

The capital, a city that everyone yearns for, has high housing prices that make people desperate.

When he first graduated, his salary was only enough to pay the rent, and the rest was all thanks to her.

Any man is a little dignified and unwilling to accept the charity of women. For a while, in order to cope with the high expenses, he worked three jobs a day and slept for two hours.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he works, the rate of salary increases will never keep up with the speed of house prices growing rapidly.

After four years together, they had to face another realistic problem, get married! Getting married requires a house, which is an insurmountable barrier for him.

She said it doesn’t matter if there is no house, we can work together. As long as we are together, there will always be what we want.

But the mother-in-law disagreed! In order to deal with the mother-in-law, the two of them can be said to have done all their understanding.

My mother-in-law likes to eat Hunan cuisine, so he specially applied to the cooking school.

After working hard for half a year, my mother-in-law couldn't get it done, and I got the chef certificate.

On the day of the breakup, he begged her on his back and knelt on the ground and sweared to the sky, saying that he would definitely do what he would do to her in the future?

My mother-in-law made up the bill for him and said that the third and fourth rings were not expected. The housing price on the fifth ring road was 45,500 square meters, and it was not too large. Eighty square meters required 3.6 million, and the down payment was at least one million, and the decoration was 300,000 yuan.

Your monthly salary is 15,000 yuan, your rent is 4,500 yuan, your water, electricity, gas, food, clothes, phone bills, travel expenses, no matter how much you have, you will have to save 5,000 yuan. You can't get sick or take leave during this period.

By doing this, he would have to save a down payment of 80 square meters for 16 years. This is the case when housing prices no longer rise, let alone other things.

After the calculation, the mother-in-law knelt on the ground and begged him to let her daughter go.

What can he do?

That night, he asked her to go to the school park where she first met and cruelly proposed to break up.

As soon as he said that, he slapped him in the face. She cried and scolded: "Zhang Sheng, you are a coward, so cowardly that you don't even have the courage to face the future."

He left.

Turning around, feeling relieved.

For a moment, my heart was like a knife.

After that, he moved the house, changed the phone number, changed all social software with her traces, and completely disappeared into her life.

When he was alone, he began to devote all his body and mind to work, forcing everyone to smile.

His soul had completely disappeared with the slap in the face, leaving only a body that was focused on looking at money.

If possible, he really wanted to go back, to that world of flowers, to the city where he struggled desperately but could not see any hope.

Because there... is her... "...you give me love that I never expect to be rewarded, let me treat it well!"

At the end of the song, Cao Ang lay back on the stage, holding a wine glass and tears, and pouring them down together.

Deep in my mind, a voice shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Tong Xin, come back, I have the power, money and leisure now. Come back, I will give you everything."

Wei Kuan came over at some point, patted his shoulder and sighed, "Brother, drink less, strong alcohol hurts your body, you can't drink like this."

Cao Ang smiled at him friendly and did not accept his advice.

The fat man named Huang Li ran over, put the wine pot on the stage, took out a piece of golden cake from his arms and smiled, "I sang well by my little brother. I'll give you another song!"

Cao Ang was stunned and his face was not good-looking. I am now a top second-generation official with a net worth of 50 or 60 billion yuan. If you lack these two bad money, who should you insult?

Wei Kuan's face was also a bit bad. He pulled Huang Li's sleeve and whispered: "Boss, this Sima Master is from the Sima family in Hanoi, and the Sima family is a famous prominent family in the world."

Fatty Huang's face suddenly changed, and he was about to take back the golden cake with a smirk. Cao Ang snatched it and said, "If you listen to music, listen to music. What money should you give me? If you don't accept it, don't give you face. If you accept it, I will look shameless. Forget it, I will give you face. I won't want it. I won't be like this next time."

Fatty Huang: "..." Wei Kuan: "..." Bingbing: "..." Cao Ang was already seventy-six points drunk. After seeing Jinzi, he woke up three points in his wine. He put the golden cake in his arms, got up and sang while talking and singing: "The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty was passive. People had not returned from the Long March, but the generals of Longcheng were there, so they did not teach Hu horses to cross Yinshan..." Speaking of which, Tong Xin was still the one who taught him to play the pipa.

In his sophomore year, he accepted the advice of his dormitory bad friend, learned guitar for three months, and then played it in front of the girls' dormitory building every day. Before playing, he would yell "Tong Xin, I love you" to attract the target.

Annoyed by the tossing, Tong Xin ran down and said, "What's the skill to play guitar? If you have the ability, you can play the pipa."

A month later, downstairs of the dormitory, he replaced the guitar with a pipa.

He will never forget it, Tong Xin's shocked look when she saw the pipa in his hand.

Thoughts toast with the past, and the alcohol brought him into memories temporarily.

The guests below were staring at the confused and unconscious figure on the stage in a daze.

Most of the people who come here have read books. They can still distinguish between a poem of good or bad. They sang "Sighing that fate is like a bridge" on the stage, and they are still recalling the poem that does not know its name.

Wei Kuan chewed silently, constantly experiencing the majestic artistic conception in the poem.

The blood of a man has long been engraved in his bones, and he always yearns for the heroic achievements of sealing the wolf and tying the stone Yanran.

Bingbing was not lost, but sat on the stage, holding her cheeks, staring at Cao Ang with beautiful eyes.

At least at this moment, no one in her eyes could compare to this Sima Young Master, no matter whether she looked or had talent! Cao Ang was drunk, his mind was completely blurred, and he held the pipa as a guitar, singing one after another, all of which were melodies that everyone had never heard before.

Although they had already been out of tune, the guests still listened in a fascination and did not dare to make any sound.

"...Duckweed in troubled times, the duckweed must be watched by the fire of war, and the country is not afraid to forget its worries. Even if no one knows me, the people below the stage will not see the old colors. People on the stage sing the song of heartbreaking farewell, and the words of love cannot be put into the ink. She must be sing with blood..." At some point, the madam also surrounded her, stood side by side with a group of girls, holding a handkerchief and wiping her tears secretly.

To them, this is no longer a song, but a story. There are so many things in the story that resonate with them.

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"...Ah, what a painful understanding, you were my whole life..." "Someone asked me where you are, I can't forget it for so many years..." Cao Ang was drunk, and he never got up again after accidentally falling down.

Bingbing had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly ran over to support him, but a weak woman could not hold him at all.
Chapter completed!