Shortly after Lu Weiwei and Lin Chen left, new guests came to Cheng Ji's basement.

The man in the suit was polite, "Mr. Cheng, the car is ready. Do we need these boxes to help you carry them into the car?"

Cheng Ji sighed, "Do you old man be so anxious? He also sent someone to see me off."

The man was silent for a moment and replied, "Mr. Cheng, it's Mrs., let's give you a gift."

Cheng Ji: "…"

He grabbed a head of hair and smiled bitterly: "She intended to piss me to death."

"Mr. Cheng, these boxes..."

"Move it." Cheng Ji looked at the messy basement, "Move it all away."

He had no luggage, only three or five pieces of clothes to change, most of the toiletries were disposable, only paints and paintings occupied most of the space and most of his life.

Everything was brought into the car, and the things that could not be loaded were packed and sent away in advance. Cheng Ji got into the car and breathed out.

——It's time to go on the road again.

He seems to be on the road all the time.

I spent half a year in Qingjiang this time, which is the longest time.

For half a year, the woman refused to see him.

In fact, what he said to Lu Weiwei was true. He just wanted to see her, nothing else.

But even so, the woman refused to see him.

He had a bad temper and became stubborn with her. He spoke nonsense online, said all the ruthless words, and went to court without hesitation, like a clown, using all his strength to win the attention of the audience.

Whether the lawsuit can be won does not matter.

He doesn't care how much compensation is.

As long as he sees her, he will achieve his goal.

In this life, people always have some obsessions. His obsessions are to see her - see her eyebrows and eyes clearly, remember her expressions, together with their breath, feelings, and instant emotional fluctuations are all imprinted in their hearts.

...

The night view is bustling, and the lights on both sides of the Qingjiang River are brilliantly lit.

The car passed by Qingjiang Bridge. Cheng Ji slowly stopped the car by the side of the road, then got off and lit a cigarette.

The vehicle that sent him also stopped, "Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Ji waved his hand at the other party, "Don't worry, wait until I finish smoking this cigarette."

After saying that, he wanted to laugh again, but the woman specially arranged these people to come and see him off, but she didn't know what she was relieved.

Are you impatient to drive him out of Qingjiang, or are you afraid that her menopause husband will do irrational things?

...It doesn't matter.

Anyway, it's all over.

Cheng Ji looked at the magnificent bridge and remembered the scene when he first saw her.

She cried desperately at that time.

When he rushed over to tear his paintings, he was very fierce.

Later, the two were ridiculous in the car. She endured the pain and cried and scolded: "Since he wanted it so much, I would ruin it! I would ruin it!"

She was so active that she gave her first time to the wandering painter on the roadside.

Such a green body, such bitter tears...

Maybe it was the pleasure that stimulated the brain, or maybe the night was too blurred, Cheng Ji felt that this dream was extremely enchanting and erotic after feeling her despair, fierceness and fragility.

...When she woke up from her dream, the sun shone into the car, she raised her upper body with sleepy eyes and looked out the car window.

This picture was frozen in Cheng Ji's mind.

His eyes wandered inch by inch by inch by inch by observation and thinking about her reaction.

Is it regret or collapse? Or is it rushing to the bridge fence again to commit suicide?

There was nothing in the end.

She looked at him in confusion, her voice was very soft-
Chapter completed!