Chapter 42: Heartbreak Will Make You Lose Weight

  I rushed out of the bar and ran down any street where I could find a glimpse of him, shouting his name and searching towards the brightly lit places, afraid that he might be hiding in some dark corner that I couldn't see.

  Zhao Jun followed me out and grabbed my hand from behind, spinning my body around to face him. "Is this really necessary?" he asked.

  "I can't live without Fang Wenke!" I shouted at Zhao Juns face, my voice echoing off the streetlights, echoing in the car horns, echoing in the cold and quiet of the night.

  This confession came from the bottom of my heart, but I couldn't help it. It turned out that Fang Wenke's position in my heart was already so heavy.

  Zhao Jun furrowed his brow and gazed at me, with a flicker of words he wanted to say in his eyes, and a twisted expression on his lips.

  For a second, he paused there, his expression as exhausted as my hoarse voice, and slowly released my red right hand that was being held, saying: "Then go find him! I'll go back to gather the friends at the wine shop."

  Zhao Jun turned and left, I don't know where his excitement came from, but I saw the loss of love in his back when I lost my love that year.

  I took out my phone and saw the birthday blessings sent by Liang Xue, Jiang Xiaoqiao, Jiang Yun and Lin Yishui, but I had no time to pay attention to these anymore.

  I quickly dialed Fang Wenke's phone number, one after another, but all I got was "The user you are calling is temporarily unavailable."

  I sat listlessly under the streetlight, feeling even more helpless than when Zhu Yang abandoned me back then. I kept dialing Fang Wenke's phone number over and over again, not a single minute or second passing without hoping he would turn it on.

  After dialing for over 40 times, the phone finally connected after three rings. Fang Wenke picked up the call, but he didn't say a word on the other end of the line.

  "Fang Wenke, where are you? Can you hear me explaining?"

  "Wait a minute, can I tell you a story first?" Fang Wenke interrupted me.

  "Uh-huh, what?" I listened hesitantly to his response, unsure of what he wanted to say to me.

  One day, a woman opened the door of her home and found that there was a dead fish at her doorstep. She felt very unlucky and immediately threw it away in a trash bag. After a while, another fish appeared at her doorstep, and she threw it away again. To catch the person who was playing this prank on her, she decided to wait at the staircase not far from her home. Soon, a cat came over, put down the fish it had in its mouth at the doorstep, and left with some reluctance. She looked at the fish and thought of the cat that she had saved before. Maybe you don't like fish, but it has given you what it thinks is the best thing.

  "I'm sorry, Fang Wenke, I'm sorry!!!!!!" I cried, uncontrollably sobbing into the phone to him.

  "Actually, you are that woman and I am that cat. Maybe you don't like everything I've given you, but I've already given you what I think is the best thing. However, in the end, I couldn't surpass the memory of Zhu Yang's gift to you, could I?"

  "No, it's not like that, Fang Wenke, listen to me and I'll explain."

  "Unrequited love, for half a year I've devoted myself to you, but still can't get your love. I'm tired, let's break up!"

  "I'm holding my phone in my right hand, and a thin layer of sweat has already appeared on my palm. I remain silent, helplessly silent."

  Now I finally know, it turns out that heartbreak is a feeling of cardiac weightlessness, suspended at the upper position of the chest, but just that little bit, has deviated from the normal trajectory, as long as there's a slight jump, all the meridians will collapse and then die.

  At this moment, it seems as if the entire world has come to a standstill. The flow of cars in front of me has stopped moving, the moonlight above my head has lost its radiance, and the road beneath my feet has turned into a cliff. I am frozen in an endless black hole.

  I lay beside the road, gazing at the dizzying darkness of the sky, admiring the twinkling stars' bewildering sparkle, and breathing in the crisp night breeze's coolness.

  I slowly closed my eyes, letting the illusion blind myself, too afraid to hurt my heart, and let myself be bewildered in this uncontrollable dizziness.

  At this moment, I may be sober or perhaps in a daze.