"Jianghe, I'm sorry, let's break up. I'm getting married!"
The summer of 1996 in Pengcheng was very hot, so hot that Chen Jianghe's heart was flustered, so hot that he was confused.
Today was Chen Jianghe's first day out of prison. As soon as he was released, he went to find his girlfriend Ling Xue, but unexpectedly received the news of their breakup from her.
Three years ago, Chen Jianghe had just turned eighteen. He watched helplessly as his father was hacked to death with knives at the entrance of an arcade. He rushed up to save him, accidentally injuring several people with his blade, and was sentenced to four and a half years.
The judge said they called it 'gathering a crowd to fight'.
From a young age, his father told him that the path of the pugilist world was a road of no return, a very difficult road, and few could walk it to the end and have a peaceful death.
Chen Jianghe never understood the meaning of this sentence, instead thinking that the pugilist world was great, with brothers, women, and prestige, until he personally saw his father fall in a pool of blood, gradually becoming a cold corpse.
Only then did he understand the meaning of that sentence.
"Chen Jianghe, what are you thinking?"
Ling Xue bit her lip, her heart filled with reluctance.
Chen Jianghe was handsome and treated her very well. They grew up together, considered childhood sweethearts. She genuinely liked Chen Jianghe, but liking couldn't feed them.
Chen Jianghe was now an ex-convict, while she was a university student with a bright future.
They were no longer people from the same world.
"Axue, just because he has money? Is money that important?"
Chen Jianghe grabbed Ling Xue's arm in anger.
"Jianghe, you haven't earned money, so you don't know how hard it is to earn, nor do you know how important it is. Now that you're out of prison, you'll soon understand my choice!"
Ling Xue raised her hand and looked at the watch on her delicate wrist. Her fiancé would be coming to pick her up in about an hour. "Don't be sad. Although we're breaking up now, we can still be friends in the future!"
"Be friends?"
Chen Jianghe slumped onto the bed. Now his father was dead, and his mother had taken his sister abroad years ago, flying far away and never heard from again.
Ling Xue was also breaking up with him. Now he truly became a lonely man, with a worthless life.
Ling Xue looked at Chen Jianghe sitting dejectedly on the bed, a pang of pity in her heart. She sighed and slowly walked over.
"Jianghe, my fiancé won't be here to pick me up for over an hour!"
After Ling Xue finished speaking, seeing that Chen Jianghe didn't understand her meaning, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she had to be more explicit.
"You can do whatever you want in this hour!"
Chen Jianghe suddenly looked up, staring at Ling Xuein disbelief.
In just three short years, where did that pure and beautiful girl go?
"Jianghe, are you going to do it or not? This is the last time. I won't let you do this again!"
Seeing Chen Jianghe still sitting there, Ling Xuebecame a little impatient. Her time was precious.
Chen Jianghe stared blankly at Ling Xue. It had to be said that three years had made Ling Xue even more beautiful. Her face was as exquisite as a perfect work of art, and her tall, 1.7-meter figure was also a rare sight of fullness.
But she was no longer her.