The music sounded soothingly, and there was silence in the house...
"The first time you sat with me...my hands were empty...!" When Yaoyao sang the first note, tears fell sadly from her eyes...
She turned her back to me, closed her eyes, shed tears, and sang with a smile: "I wanted to smile and agree that separation is good...but why did we cry together? I couldn't bear it, but time can't go back.
Loving you is worth it, but it’s time to stop. You have to be fine without me..."
I froze on the spot, staring at Yaoyao's slender back, holding Linlin's hand in my hand, biting my lips, trying hard to prevent my tears from flowing down, but the tear ducts seemed to have collapsed.
Pictures, scenes one after another, appeared before my eyes like a tide...
Linlin looked at Yaoyao's trembling back, then looked at me, silent. Leilei, Mumu, Chenchen, Dakang on the sofa, these people who looked at me and Yaoyao together and had no choice but to separate, all
Let out a slight sigh.
They know that the relationship between us is like two trains that can never meet, always passing each other on the railroad tracks...
"I can't bear to hold you tight for the last time... What we missed is wrong...!" When Yaoyao sang here, her tears fell down, and her voice was choked, making everyone present feel sad in their hearts.
A trace of sadness...
"Xiao Fei, I really can't let go...I can't let go of the memories and good things between us. I can't let go of the boy standing downstairs in my house who shouted "Wang Yunyao, I love you". I can't let go. You don't eat or drink.
The roses I bought... I really tried to forget you... But in my head, all I could think of was the way you kissed me, the way you were happy... the way you made me happy... Xiao Fei, I finally let go of the woman
So reserved... Let's live a good life, okay?" Yaoyao squatted on the ground, holding her cheeks in her hands, looking at me with her big eyes, shaking her head and saying...
I stood there, biting my lip, and kept wiping my face so that tears would not blur my vision...
I let go of Linlin's hand, walked to Yaoyao, pulled her into my arms, held her tightly with both arms, kissed her eyes with my lips, and gently kissed her
Wipe away the tears...
"My heart aches when you cry...!" I looked at her cheek and said quietly.
"Say it, I feel much better...!"
"Yao Yao, let me tell you a story...!" I endured the pain that seemed to be shattered in my heart, held Yaoyao's head, and said lightly.
When Yaoyao heard what I said, she was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Just three years ago, there was a boy who had just broken up with his beloved girlfriend. He was very sad and sad. There was a time when he even wanted to die. At that time, he felt that he had no motivation to do anything.
Every day I lie on the sofa of the slow rocking bar, drunk and dreaming. It happens that there is also a girl who has just lost her father. She is the same sad and sad. She also often falls drunk in the slow rocking bar. The two of them have never been indifferent.
We spent a long time nodding, getting acquainted, and talking to each other about our thoughts...!" I shook Yaoyao gently, with chapped lips, and spoke slowly, and the words passed through the microphone to everyone.
ears.
They all listened quietly and stared at me, with distressed expressions on their faces...
Yaoyao's eyes were dull and she looked up at me. I continued: "I don't know when this girl fell in love with this boy. She loved her thoroughly and simply, but the boy had another girl in his heart at that time. He fell in love with her again and again.
Refuse...!"
"Is the girl in the boy's heart...me?" Yaoyao asked foolishly.
I looked at Yaoyao, nodded gently, closed my eyes, and continued to recall that time: "Until the boy left the city, the girl was alone, driving on the highway for dozens of hours, going to
When she visited the boy in Hangzhou, she was extremely tired. When she saw the boy, she just looked happy and said sweetly: "I want to give you a surprise!" From that day on, the boy also fell in love with the girl... At that time, the girl fell in love with the boy.
Said: "Meng Fei, I, Hong Xin, will never be your trouble! When you have a hard time making a choice one day... I will leave quietly!" The tears flowing from the corners of my eyes were actually slightly red...
"No one knows how difficult it is for them to get together. During the time they were together, the girl was like the last pillar of the boy's life, accompanying the boy in happiness and sadness. When the boy went to jail, the girl was always there.
She stood downstairs in the detention center and looked up quietly for two years. When it was her birthday, she hid in the house, put two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, looked at the photos of the boy and her, and spoke silently.
Eating cake with a spoon…”
"When the girl's brother wanted to kill the boy, it was she who begged and begged to break with her last relative. She stayed with the boy and spent her most beautiful youth. She gave everything she could to love the boy.
..." As I said this, I closed my eyes tightly, with a look of endless regret and pain on my face.
"But... the boy lost her... When one day, the boy really faced the most difficult choice, she fulfilled her old promise... really left... and left simply without looking back!
"My tears have dried up, and I said all the words I had held in my heart for a long time.
Yaoyao was lying in my arms, looking at me quietly, slowly stretching out her soft little hands and touching my face. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and she murmured: "Why, it's not me who's accompanying you."
The time we have passed...!"
"Yao Yao..."
"Stop talking... okay?... I missed you, lost you...!" Yaoyao reached out and covered my mouth with a trace of sadness on her face...
"It's time for me to give up...!" Linlin leaned against the speaker, her pretty face turned red, she covered her cheeks and said in a daze.
"Fuck you, Master Mu hasn't shed a tear in years. This Chinese New Year makes me cry!!" Wang Mumu blinked his red eyes, roared and shouted: "Numbly
!! Let’s drink!! Pay homage to the girls who passed by us in those years, but gave their youth away...!"
My story is like a fuse, touching everyone's heart, touching the past events that these people don't want to talk about, such as Xue Nini lying quietly in the cemetery, such as just following the chicken
Duoduo spent more than ten nights with his intestines...
Living in this world, everyone has their own story. These stories cannot be told to others. Even brothers in life and death can only turn their sorrow and helplessness into cups of intoxicating liquid and drink them down their throats...
…
We all drank a lot and were all drunk. Yaoyao kept tugging on my ears, crying and saying something. Others roared and sang, and the room was depressed.