light in the north

Tan Yufan's brows furrowed at that moment, and the holes in his eyes seemed to be filled and heavy.Shen Bei, a child who never looked at his face, felt Tan Yufan's helplessness and burden at this moment.

Tan Yufan didn't say a word, he left the guests here and walked outside the door. After walking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, stopped, and turned around resolutely for a second or two. This time, With a confident smile as always, he walked up to Zhang Qiuwen and said, "Look at me, I can't find my way when I'm old."

He turned his head and whispered to the security guard before him, "Don't touch him, just watch."

"Hehe Boss Tan, you are old, so where do you put my dad?"

Zhang Yao sees every opportunity and smiles like a mouse that has stolen oil.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiuwen slapped Zhang Yao on the head and said, "What are you talking about! Am I that old?"

It seems to be teaching Zhang Yao a lesson. In fact, the underlying meaning of this sentence is to say to Tan Yufan, my age is here, I am your elder, even if you are Tan Yufan, you are still inferior to me, and my age Although old, but old and strong, you little brats are still very early.

Tan Yufan didn't speak, just nodded in agreement, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Shen Bei really hated such occasions, he waved at them perfunctorily: "You guys talk first."

Then he turned his head and left, ready to go to the door to get some air.

Squeezing through crowded and loud crowds full of smirks, leaving behind those malicious or hilarious glances, is like walking through a dirty sewer.Shen Bei finally walked up to the sun-drenched hotel stairs, loosened the tie around his neck, and let out a long breath of relief.

In the next second, he saw Don Juan, who was wearing a suit and slapped the leader, who was skinny and firewood.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, propping up the railing with one hand, barely standing upright, he tried so hard to make himself look normal and strong, but even with makeup, he couldn't hide the dark spots on his face. spot.Passers-by would look at him from time to time, be surprised, disgusted, or point fingers, or go a little further away.

However, he just stood quietly below, looking in the direction of the door, as if waiting, waiting for a long time for someone to appear.

Although Shen Bei knew that he was weak and might collapse in the next second.

Because of physical weakness, because of the discrimination of others.

Shen Bei could resemble the previous Tang Juan, wearing such a low-key suit that could fully support his temperament, standing here, leaning on the railing, with a lazy look on his face.It seems that the sun is in his body, and then it radiates softly, like a mysterious and noble Russian blue and gray cat.

But that Don Juan is no more.

That Don Juan is dead.

All that was left was a poor man named Don Juan who had AIDS.His eyes are full of sadness that cannot be hidden, and he is still waiting for a love that will never belong to him.

The sun was shining on him, almost crushing him.