The sky gradually turned dark. Su Mingzheng took a nap, sitting up against the wall. She didn't like lying down very much. After falling asleep, she found that she would wake up suddenly when she touched the bed while lying down, and she would sit up suddenly. stand up.
She hated the feeling of waking up lying flat and thinking about that morning.
Su Mingzheng woke up and pressed her forehead. She seemed to have had a nightmare just now, and she was covered in cold sweat. She exhaled a long breath, then inhaled gently, trying to calm her mood, and finally leaned her forehead against the cold on the wall.
In fact, what bothered her the most, the most angry and the most unacceptable was: how could she fall into such a trick.
I almost want to blame myself endlessly.
She started going to places not allowed to minors in high school, giving some money to the doorman to buy a fake ID card. Su Mingzheng quickly learned these skills among a group of friends and became proficient in them. Smooth.
Even though she knew that people like Mr. Tang and others were not doing good things, Su Mingzheng, who was rebellious in adolescence, dared to go out with them in pursuit of excitement. She always had a way to stay safe and keep a safe distance.
After many years, Su Mingzheng feels that she has become very skilled and comfortable. In recent years, she has been entering and exiting night venues with this mentality. I think I can handle it and be at home anywhere.
So since the accident, what she kept replaying in her mind was every scene from the previous night. Frame after frame, the scene reappeared repeatedly: I started calling to invite friends, and there was still laughter and laughter at that time. Later, everyone agreed on the store they wanted to go to. Su Mingzheng and Fang Fanghan were in the same car, and the couple was in the same car. Under the black sky, two cars were racing together on the road, chatting and laughing through the car window. After arriving at the time, Mr. Huang arrived later with two female companions in heavy makeup. He was seen wiping sweat and laughing with them. These details It was not important at first, but it took root in Su Mingzheng's life.
The flashing sign at the door of the store seemed to still linger in his eyes. Su Mingzheng explored every move he made after entering the store, all the backgrounds he saw passing by, and the characters in the background - why didn't he feel anything was wrong?
Everything was as usual in the store, including the furnishings, customers, and staff. Su Mingzheng did not notice anything amiss at that time. There were no broken wine glasses in a panic, no frequent attention from other customers, the weird words and deeds of the waiters, The pale face or the forehead dripping with sweat were no signs of being copied from the TV series. Su Mingzheng couldn't think of it no matter how hard he tried.
It was just a night as usual, an ordinary gathering of friends, much less exciting than many places Su Mingzheng had been to. Perhaps, the waiter served a drugged drink amidst the laughter, because he was not happy about it. Pay attention to him. Maybe, the snacks that go with the wine are also added. What still flashes in Su Mingzheng's mind is like a dream, where a faceless person is holding a transparent colorless potion and dripping it into the red wine. Or a picture of snacks.
The patterns that I thought would never change, the stable life, the behavioral patterns that I thought were easy to handle, and the history of success for several years turned out to be a big fall.
Why couldn't I discover the conspiracy? Su Mingzheng couldn't cry, couldn't cry.
Is it like what dad said, as long as you don't love to play so much, you won't have such an experience? Does it mean that if you choose another store, the other party will not be able to do anything? Is it possible that just observing the waiter without any distractions will give you a warning? But it seemed that only the waiters came into the box. Su Mingzheng remembered that there was no foreman, and the waiters who didn't know the truth would not show any abnormality at all. Then should I wonder why I didn’t see the foreman? In the past, the foreman would come to serve you in person.
The more I thought about it, the more I got into trouble with it, but no matter how picky I was, I didn’t feel anything was wrong at the time, and I couldn’t believe it──
Is it me who should be punished? I obviously failed at something I should be good at
Even if I had other things on my mind at the time and was trapped by love,
Su Mingzheng pressed her forehead against the wall and rolled it. She couldn't help but make a fist and hit the wall with the ridges of her knuckles, feeling the pain in her bones.
But there is a tender voice in my memory saying: "It's their fault, not mine." Such a soft person can insist on this point of view-the blame lies with the perpetrator, not the victim.
It turns out that it is easy to know this, but it is not easy to insist on it when it happens to you.
Su Mingzheng, who was leaning her head against the wall, suddenly sat up straight, and a thought came to her mind like a realization: Why am I in such pain, and not the person who did something unforgivable to me?
She jumped out of bed, turned on the lights in the room, and found suitable utensils from the cupboard. No longer feeling sorry for herself, she quickly walked to the first floor. Her destination was the kitchen. When she walked towards the kitchen, she saw Su Guoming and Huang Wanying in the living room from a distance. They were talking, but Su Mingzheng didn't pay any attention to them. She just immersed herself in the kitchen to find what she wanted. When she saw Chen's mother washing dishes, she asked her for tomato sauce in a plastic bottle. Su Mingzheng took a bunch of it away. . The Su family's habit is to stock a large amount of items in the warehouse regardless of whether they are needed or not. Who knows when the master will hold a banquet.
Su Mingzheng just carried a large tray with dozens of small glasses on it, and a bunch of tomato sauce under her arm, and walked up to the second floor. Even if Su Guoming and Huang Wanying saw her walking by, they couldn't guess what she wanted to do.
Huang Wanying has an exclusive cloakroom on the second floor. This is the privilege of the hostess. Su Mingzheng has never walked in, but she can imagine that it must be full of famous brands and customized clothes that Huang Wanying bought after she got married. The style of shoes is enough to fill several walls. This can be inferred just from the fact that she often sees Huang Wanying coming in carrying large and small bags every time after get off work.
Su Mingzheng opened the door of the cloakroom. This room was also where Su Mingzheng and her mother played. When she was a child, Su's mother decorated little Su Mingzheng with various jewelry, hats, and clothes, teaching her about aesthetics and fashion. I understand that after puberty, mothers and daughters try on each other's clothes and then sneer at each other for not having the same temperament as their own.
Today, the layout is still the same as before, with clothes and shoes belonging to another woman hanging inside. Therefore, Su Mingzheng may not have stepped in for a long time.
Su Mingzheng was wearing a simple white shirt and trousers. The trousers were wrinkled, two buttons were missing, and the collar was open. She stood in front of a room full of luxurious clothes. She looked like a sloppy female gangster. She placed the tray heavily on the ground. The soft fur carpet made no sound, but the dozens of glasses on the tray made a crisp sound as they collided with each other.
The female hooligan stood and focused on unscrewing the cap of the tomato sauce bottle, pointing the opening downwards, and forcefully injecting the tomato sauce into the glass on the tray. After it was dry, she opened a new bottle. Even if there was splashing, it was filled quickly. After drinking a glass of red liquid, she picked up the so-called suitable instrument from her room that was leaning against the door - a golf club.
Su Mingzheng stood at the side of the rectangular cloakroom where she had just entered. She glanced at all kinds of gorgeous clothes and women's war robes. She pushed open all the wardrobe doors. In addition to clothes, there were also various scarves, hats, and shawls. , in Su Mingzheng's appreciation, he knew that these were the highest-end crystallization of fashion, exquisite craftsmanship, and half a wall of shoes, each one extremely luxurious and exquisite. Su Mingzheng knew that these were the loves in women's hearts.
All the luxurious atmosphere turned into a whirlwind and hit Su Mingzheng. If he were a common man, he would probably be intimidated, but Su Mingzheng just raised the corner of his mouth evilly and rubbed the grip of the club with his palm excitedly. .
She stood in the middle of the short side of the rectangle, with a glass filled with red liquid at her feet─Why are you the only one who makes me sad? Even if I can't find evidence now, I still want to make you sad!
Su Mingzheng used the head of a golf club to hook a glass to his feet. Su Mingzheng pressed the club head on the soft carpet to get used to the difference from the grass, then pulled the club back and twisted it neatly and quickly. There was a swing at the waist - the glass flew out and hit a dress, red liquid spilled out, and then the glass fell down.
The strength was not enough. Su Mingzheng was afraid of breaking the cup directly at her feet, so she only made a small swing. But now she knew it, and the smile at the corners of her mouth became deeper.
During the second attempt, the swing became much faster, causing a faint rumbling. Sure enough, the glass not only hit the clothes, but also traveled through and smashed into pieces on the back of the wardrobe, and the bright red tomato sauce exploded in a wider area.
Satisfied, Su Mingzheng began to hit the ball with the force that he could grasp, no, hit the glass. Glass bombs exploded in Huang Wanying's cloakroom. Su Mingzheng became more and more focused as he hit, and the pain he had endured in the past two days was eliminated. The suffocation was vented in the vigorous swings again and again, and the sound of the wind generated by the club became louder and louder.
Gradually, Su Mingzheng realized that what she was hitting was not the cup, but the enemy who was bullying and hurting her. Huang Wanying's face became particularly clear. It wasn't until a glass was smashed and exploded by an iron rod directly at her feet that she suddenly woke up, but it didn't matter - the exploding tomato sauce spread all over the shag carpet, which also allowed her to achieve a goal.
Continuing, he hit the glass in different directions and targets. Not only did it turn the cloakroom into a crime scene where a murderer killed several people, with red liquid splattering everywhere, it also shattered insidiously. The floor was covered with glass shards in every crack.
Don’t know how long it will take to clean the entire cloakroom? Does Huang Wanying still dare to wear these clothes and shoes? If one of them was not clean, she would be waiting to be pierced, such as that drawer of luxurious underwear.
If you destroy it, destroy it. Anyway, Huang Wanying bought these clothes with the Su family's money after Huang Wanying entered the Su family. Su Mingzheng took a big breath and looked at the results of her destruction. The whole room was like an abstract work of action art. After intense exercise, She was still panting unevenly, and instead of being cleared away with her movements, the heat was burning in her chest as her body temperature rose.
time to go.
Su Mingzheng had a sullen face, holding the club tightly and exiting the room. Adrenaline was high. As soon as she turned the corner, she met Su Ronghan who was coming down from upstairs. At that moment,
