Hong Cen walked quickly on the street, bought a jar of wine, and casually left the city gate.
He walked lonely, just walking, just walking, drinking one drink after another.
How is Yinger now? Is she living well?
How are you doing without me around? [
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"What about me? What's left? Nothing, she's no longer around..." It was she who pulled me out of hell, but why didn't she take responsibility to the end? No! No, I can't blame her. She didn't
Wrong, not wrong!
"Wherever I am, that's your home... Ying'er! Ying'er!... Where is my home? Did you hear..." You are my home, but where are you now?!
Hong Cen staggered, he was not drunk, he just wanted to be drunk because his heart was already drunk.
He fell into the grass next to him, quietly, with tears in his eyes, looking at the clouds in the sky and the birds flying in the sky...
"Remembering each other for a long time, the spring is weak, the grass is luxuriant... they turn into tears, and the dreams are lost..."
Hong Cen murmured no poetry.
Half a year, half a year to go...
He wants to see her, will she show up?
Yes, she will definitely appear at the place where the two of them meet. He believes in her, and he believes in her.
She wants him to be happy? How can he be happy without her?
My heart hurts so much...
At this time, a clear and deep voice seemed to be a bit ethereal. The voice seemed so soft and the chant was very slow, but the words were clearly passed into Hong Cen's ears——
"Ask the world, what is love, and teach us whether we are together in life or death? Traveling from the south to the north, the old wings have been to the cold and summer several times. It is joyful, but the separation is painful, and there are even more crazy children. Your words should be spoken, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the mountains are thousands of mountains.
Mu Xue,...hey, what's the next sentence?"
"Who is the shadow going to?" Hong Cen sat up suddenly and looked towards the road!