Golden Greenery

Rushing into the pouring rain in Vienna, Zhuo Yang didn't know where to go.

Just now, he ended his feud with the Habsburg family and made everything a thing of the past.

After ending his six-year relationship with Christine, or maybe twelve years, he let it all turn to ashes. From tonight on, the name "Kou Kou" will only exist in eternity and in memories.

From tonight on, there is no more Coco in the world, only Christine Josephine Habsburg-Lorraine.

When he left, Coco collapsed on the carpet and burst into tears. He just said to her in English: Farewell.

The word 'Farewell' and 'goodbye' both mean 'goodbye' in English, but Farewell is more formal, written, and old-school, and does not have the meaning of 'see you later'.

The context of Farewell is similar to the Chinese word 'farewell', or farewell.

Arriving at the conference hall where the Habsburgs gathered, Zhuo Yang calmly informed Kou Kou's father. "Your Majesty the Grand Duke, I'm sorry, but I have canceled the engagement. From now on, the grudges between me and the Habsburg family have been wiped out, and you and I will have nothing to do with each other from now on."

While Archduke Frank Joseph was still in shock and the Habsburgs were still surprised, Zhuo Yang left the Merrill Lynch Palace without looking back.

This is the royal court of Habsburg. In the palace of a prominent family, the lonely Zhuoyang walks like a king.

After saying those words to Archduke Frank Joseph, Zhuo Yang walked straight into the dark rain in Vienna. He didn't even look at George Feng twice when he passed by him.

When he walked to the conference hall, Zhuoyang planned to teach and warn the Hungarian Grand Duke George Feng, because today's things were a little strange. Obviously George Feng had some tricks in it, and he once said that he would try his best to stop Zhuoyang and Kou Kou. marry.

Zhuo Yang originally planned to lift George Feng up by his neck and tell him: If I find out that you were the one causing trouble, I will kill you.

But after saying those words to Archduke Frank Joseph, Zhuo Yang lost interest in all the truth. He was tired of it all and tired of all the grudges and hatreds related to the Habsburg family.

He didn't want to talk to any of them anymore, and he didn't want to have any contact with any of them, including George Feng, Dad Ko, and Midel. Zhuo Yang wanted to forget all of them as soon as possible and escape from here, the sooner the better.

The heavy rain instantly soaked Zhuoyang,

Compared to the pain of loss in his heart, this bit of wind and rain was nothing at all. It was not very late yet, but this sudden storm made the night in Vienna fall early. Zhuoyang was lost in the wind and rain, not knowing where to go.

The originally familiar Vienna has become very strange, like an illusory city, as illusory as it was in 2014.

Zhuo Yang didn't even know how he got to Vienna Airport, whether it was by taxi or by walking. He had no memory at all. After arriving at the airport, he moved like a zombie to a clothing store and bought a suit just because it was dry.

He took off his wet clothes on the spot and put on his suit, unaware that the shirt underneath was also soaked. He took out the contents of the old suit and threw it in the corner of the store.

Zhuo Yang just wanted to leave Vienna as soon as possible. It didn't matter where he went. He didn't want to know where he was going. He just bought the flight with the nearest departure time. He didn't even ask about its destination. Maybe he asked but Zhuo Yang didn't remember it. .

It wasn't until he stepped off the plane and walked out of the airport three hours later that he realized this was Istanbul.

There was no rain and almost no wind in Istanbul. The clear night sky made the storm in Vienna that Zhuo Yang had just experienced become even more unreal.

When it rained heavily in Vienna, he turned off his phone and lost contact with the world. He wanted to disappear into Istanbul, or anywhere else.

Istanbul is a beautiful city, and I heard it is also a romantic city. Zhuo Yang forgot who said it, but all the beauty and romance have nothing to do with him. He just wants to hide here, find a dark corner to hide.

The ISG Airport Hotel Sabina Gochen is on the Asian side of the strait, which Zhuoyang thinks is good because he is not only leaving Vienna, but also Europe. Europe, which has been struggling for twelve years, feels strange to Zhuo Yang tonight just like Vienna.

After requesting a room on the top floor, Zhuo Yang asked the hotel front desk: Where is the bar?

Half an hour later, Zhuo Yang was already drunk in the corner of the bar. He had never drank so much in half an hour, and he had never drunk himself like this in one sitting.

But he kept drinking, and no longer took one cup after another from a small cup, but put his mouth to the mouth of the raki bottle, sip after sip.

It's only early October, and in just one and a half months, Zhuoyang has experienced too many collapses. From failing to transfer to Manchester United, to good friends' love relationships falling apart one after another, to being suspended from the game, and being disqualified from awards.

But the total of these collapses is not as good as one ten thousandth of the destruction tonight. Zhuo Yang buried his love with his own hands tonight, finally turning the world into ruins.

There is no causal relationship between these things, but there must be an accumulation of emotions between them. Without the failure of the transfer and the collapse of his friends, Zhuo Yang might not have lost control at the Pizjuan Stadium. Without the strong negative emotions brought about by football, Zhuoyang's destruction tonight may not be so decisive.

But everything may be a long process, which actually started from the moment he became famous all over the world, until he was lost in his strong self and in this muddy world.

Zhuoyang was like a drop of crystal clear water that fell into the mud. After struggling desperately, he was lost.

Zhuoyang was drunk. When he was drunk, he didn't think about football and piano, nor did he think about his love. He thought of his parents, who were still looking forward to his early marriage.

Thinking of his parents far away in his hometown, Zhuo Yang cried aggrievedly. He cried like a child. The tears flowed into the wine like the rain in Vienna, and were swallowed back into his stomach again.

No one in this world understands him, no one comes to comfort him, and no one understands the guilt he feels towards his parents at this moment.

People are born alone, and life is just a purgatory.

Life is also a practice.

In his drunken confusion, a faint fragrance wafted over him, and flowing blond hair appeared in front of his eyes.

"Zhuoyang, it's really you! Why are you here alone?"

Listening to the familiar voice, Zhuo Yang looked blankly at the gradually clearer face in front of him, with a happy smile on his tear-stained face.

He reached out and gently touched her cheek and the corner of her mouth. She was as stupid as him and allowed him to touch her.

Zhuo Yang touched her face and felt the smoothness on the back of his fingers.

He said: "Let's get married. Raisa, will you marry me?"

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