Chapter 220

"What do you say?" He Ying asked Zhang Wei, but she didn't dare to look at him. She looked at the desk with a nervous look.

"Was it new year's day?" Zhang Wei's heart was completely desperate, and his voice became weak.

He Ying did not speak and nodded.

"Just more than 40 days..." Zhang Wei murmured: "contraceptive measures do not work, or you did not take contraceptive measures?"

He Ying raised her head: "in the past, I always remember eating Yuting after we finished it. But those days, I had a fierce quarrel with Gao Qiang. Besides, Yuting in the bag was gone and I forgot to buy it. Who knows..."

He Ying finished, bowed his head, like a child who made a mistake, and did not say a word.

Zhang Wei's heart has been falling down, more and more heavy, it will feel even can't breathe.

The child in He Ying's stomach is undoubtedly her own, which is the seed produced by doing that on New Year's day.

Zhang Wei felt suffocated. He had been to the south for less than half a year, but he had already made two women pregnant. What did Ying say that day that she really wanted to be a father?

Zhang Wei's heart a ferocious roar, no, absolutely not, he has not prepared for this! What's more, umbrella people are still waiting for themselves to see happiness coming tomorrow.

Zhang Wei filled a glass of wine, took it up by himself, drank it all, put it heavily on the table, and let out a long breath.

He Ying raised her head. Her red face faded a little. She stretched out her hand and stroked her hair. She opened her eyes to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei didn't dare to look into He Ying's eyes because he knew that He Ying's eyes must be full of questions and questions.

"You don't have pressure, let alone burden. I won't drag you down because of you," He Ying said softly. Her tone was full of sadness and sadness: "although you won't want me, I will have this child. It's our crystallization and a witness of our love. I will give birth to him, take good care of him, and be dependent on him from now on..."

"Don't say any more," Zhang Wei suddenly raised his head, looked at He Ying and poured wine on himself: "drink! I'll drink it myself. I don't want you with me. "

He Ying insisted on drinking, poured himself a full cup, but also killed with Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei picked up the bottle and filled it with a glass of wine. Then he shook the bottle. There was still one or two wine in it. He put the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, lifted his neck and dried the rest of the bottle. Then he looked at He Ying with scarlet eyes: "you... If you really want this child, you shouldn't drink so much wine. Don't you understand?"

He Ying's face began to turn red again. Zhang Wei reached out and touched it. It was hot.

Zhang Wei rose to pour a cup of boiling water to Ho Ying and put it to him. "I drink, you drink water, you can't drink, don't try to be brave. Do you think anyone can drink this liquor?"

He Ying pursed her lips, clenched her teeth, looked at Zhang Wei, and did not speak.

He Ying's eyes are full of inquiry, expectation and waiting, as well as some excitement and hope.

Zhang Wei picked up his glass and drank all the wine in it. He pointed to another bottle of Maotai: "open it for me."

Zhang Wei's tone is full of overbearing and command.

He Yingshun opens the wine bottle from the ground and takes it to pour wine for Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei grabs it.

Zhang Wei filled himself with wine and looked at He Ying: "do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes," He Ying stood up, took out a "Greater China" from the cabinet on the left under the TV, ripped the package and handed it to Zhang Wei.

"Why don't you smoke at home?"

"Before the Spring Festival, we will give gifts to relatives and friends. There are five more in the cabinet, all in soft packaging." He Ying explains carefully and finds out a lighter to hand to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei tore open a packet of cigarettes and drew out a cigarette. He just ordered it and stopped. Looking at He Ying, he put down the cigarette and said, "you can eat."

"I'm not hungry. I'm full now. I'll cook for you." He Ying said she wanted to go into the kitchen.

"Forget it," Zhang Wei said, holding He Ying's hand. "I'm not hungry either. I'm a little annoyed. I want to stay for a while, smoke, drink and think about something. Smoking is bad for your pregnancy. Since you're not hungry, go to the bedroom to have a rest, OK?"

He Ying knew what Zhang Wei felt at the moment, and she didn't want to pester him. She understood what he was thinking at the moment, and knew that he needed a space for independent thinking. Besides, after several drinks, he began to drink and wanted to lie down. So she nodded obediently, turned back and poured a cup of boiled water for Zhang Wei, and gently put it in front of Zhang Wei: "I'll go to the bedroom first, Leave the cigarette ends on the ground. I'll clean them tomorrow. "

"Go ahead, close the door." Zhang Wei nodded.

When He Ying enters the bedroom and closes the door, there is only himself left in the dining room. Zhang Wei takes his glass and dries it up, lights a cigarette, takes a few puffs and puffs out a cloud of smoke.

Since he started to quit smoking in March last year, Zhang Wei hasn't really swallowed the clouds for a long time.

Zhang Wei feels that his brain is in a mess. Things are too sudden. He needs to comb his brain.

Now a grim fact is in front of her: He Ying is pregnant, her own kind.

Another thing He Ying has made clear is to give birth to a child and not to be responsible for Zhang Wei.

And Zhang Wei's situation is: He Ying is pregnant with her own child and doesn't let her be responsible. Should she be responsible?

The answer is obvious. No matter from social morality, conscience or the most basic human nature, I must be responsible.

The question is, how should I be responsible and how much should I be responsible?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei suddenly felt a little scared. He took a big sip of the wine, took a hard puff of the cigarette, threw the cigarette end on the ground and stamped it out with his feet.

It's no wonder that He Ying, or He Ying, is guilty of this. What's the crime of a man seeking pleasure?

I can only blame myself for this. This is the consequence of being romantic. This is the benefit of seeking pleasure!

According to He Ying, it's obviously unfair for He Ying's future life and the growth of her children. It's obviously unbearable for her. She can't imagine a child growing up without a father's love and a complete family, Or grow up not knowing where your father is.

The child is innocent, the guilty is oneself!

He Ying spent a long life with her children and took on the responsibility of raising and educating children alone, but could not enjoy what a woman should get. This is obviously unfair to He Ying. It is obvious that he has done evil and let He Ying bear the consequences.

He Ying is innocent, it's her who does evil!

Zhang Wei stood up impatiently, took another sip of wine, lit a cigarette, and walked up and down the narrow space of the dining room and living room. After a while, he gently pushed open the bedroom door and heard he Ying breathe evenly.

He Ying drank too much and fell asleep.

Zhang Wei quietly closed the bedroom door, went back to the dining room, took the wine cups, bottles and cigarettes to the tea table in the living room, found a disposable cup, poured water as an ashtray, and sat down on the sofa, drinking and smoking while pondering.

According to the principle of being a man, according to the moral character of being a man, and according to the character of being a man, I should be responsible for this kind of thing and do my duty as a man.

It's the villain who dares to do something and evades responsibility.

When Zhang Wei thought of Wang Yan's pregnancy, he once thought that if Harson broke up with Wang Yan because Wang Yan was pregnant, he would make up with Wang Yan and get married no matter whether he still had feelings with Wang Yan or not.

Between being a person and doing things, you will choose to be a person; Between love and responsibility, we will choose responsibility. To choose responsibility is to choose morality, conscience, the basic conscience of life.

Zhang Wei was startled by his idea. Should he be responsible for He Ying and combine with him for the sake of his children?

What about the umbrella man? What about Yingying? Tomorrow is the day when I meet the umbrella man, the day when my happiness comes, and the day when my first love falls and blossoms in my life. Does all this make it empty?

Oneself and umbrella person already you love my idea, the sentiment is continuous, mutually spits out the heart, the bright tomorrow and the happy future already unfolded in front of two people, the agitation love already fluttered in two people's hearts, this happiness lets it slip away quietly?

On the one hand, it is responsibility and conscience; on the other hand, it is happiness and love; On the one hand, experience and present, on the other hand, future and vision.

Between knowing virtue and enjoying love, where should we go?

How to choose between the essence of responsibility and personal desires?

Zhang Wei wandered between alcohol and cigarettes, and between thought and numbness. His inner contradictions and pains began to emerge, interweave and collide

There is less and less wine in the bottle, and more and more cigarette ends in the temporary ashtray

Time goes by, from midnight to dawn

Zhang Wei walks up and down in the narrow space of the room, from the living room to the dining room, from the dining room to the living room

Zhang Wei had been through the night unconsciously. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were straight, his eyes were dull, his mouth was cracked, his face was covered with soot, and his fingers were burnt.

When the last drop of wine in the bottle ran out, when the last cigarette in the fifth box went out, when the sky outside began to dim and the noise of the city came from outside, Zhang Wei stood up, went into the bathroom, soaked his hair with cold water, and moistened his ashy face

After drying the water drops, Zhang Wei faced the mirror in the washroom, looked at his hideous and ugly face, staring at his tired eyes full of blood, and did not move

In this way, Zhang Wei gazed at himself, staring at himself in the mirror

Slowly, two turbid tears quietly broke away from Zhang Wei's eyes and fell quietly on Zhang Wei's tired cheek

A new day has begun. Today is March 14, Valentine's day.

Zhang Wei knows that he can't escape today. Sooner or later, what should come will come. Some things have to be faced and can't be avoided.

The mixture of alcohol and nicotine flowed in his blood, pounding his tired brain and weak eyes.

This day is supposed to be a happy time to harvest love. However, the God of fate drags himself to the crossroads where he is in a dilemma. This day is destined to become an eternal memory in his life and engrave a deep impression.

Looking at the muddy tears gushing from his eyes, Zhang Wei's heart is extremely painful. He knows what the tears mean. He knows that after a night of suffering, he has made a choice in his heart.