In the bar where the lights are chaotic, there are shadows floating around, and ambiguity is everywhere.
In the corner of the darkness, three majestic men were sitting, one of whom was buying drunk.
The fantasy light shone on his unparalleled face, so charming and so confusing.
His eyes filled with alcohol were half confused and half intoxicated.
The face dyed red by the strong wine is as strange and beautiful as ink, but the expression is so empty and ethereal...
He seemed to have forgotten how much wine he drank tonight. He only knew that he had never drunk such a wine in his life. He drank bottle by bottle, like drinking boiled water...
The wine entered his throat, and it was as fierce as fire, but he was unaware of it.
What I drank was hot wine, but what I swallowed was cold emptiness...
He grabbed another bottle of wine, but a tough hand held him down. Zheng Yan said helplessly: "Ang, if you drink this way, you will be poisoned."
Ling Ang smiled faintly, smiling as beautiful as a god, but lonely like a flying yellow leaves, "Just let me get drunk, and let my worries be relieved by drunkenness."
The prosperity has fallen, and I have experienced vicissitudes. I have been hungover for a night and have waived thousands of sufferings.
Jiang Li glanced at him and advised him sadly: "But after sobering up, you still have to face what you should face."
Ling Ang's face, which was as smooth as ink, was full of melancholy and unconsciousness, and said in a daze, "Even if it's just a second, I want to get drunk, because I'm awake for a second, I'm suffering for a second, this feeling
It’s like suffering in hell, it makes people feel in pain.”
"An, don't be confused like this anymore." Zheng Yan's face felt a lot of pain.
Ling Ang smiled bitterly, "I don't want to be confused either, but do you have a cure for confusion?"
Zheng Yan and Jiang Li looked at each other and sighed sadly.
Ling Ang continued to pick up a bottle of wine and drank it in a big glass.
The resident singer in the bar is singing the sad song "So Why Love You": "Is it stupid to leave you? Is it right? Is it wrong? Is it seeing through, Is it weakness? Is it the result of love, Is it hate? Or
What is it?...If it is a kind of liberation, how could it still be attached to my heart? So why do you love you?... The past days secretly laughed at me, laughed at my downs and outs, and laughed at my persistence... So love you
Why……"
Listening to the lyrics of those sentences, loneliness spread out layer by layer in his indifferent eyes, mixed with indescribable loss.
So why do I love you...!
Why?...Why...He asked himself one after another, slowly closing his eyes...
She said that when she fell in love with someone else, he felt heartbroken, and he didn't know how to comfort her;
When she said she was not worth it, he felt heartbroken, so painful that he didn't know how to correct her words;
When she said that when she didn't love him, he felt heartbroken and couldn't control himself. The pain made him hide alone in the room.
Many times he is very strong, but he feels heartbroken because of her words...
He once thought of leaving her, which made him heartbroken, and falling in love with her, but... he found that it was harder than climbing to the sky.
He had always been worried about heartache, but he had forgotten to leave. She was hurt again and again, and he had become accustomed to... having her, and accustomed to everything that made her feel sorry for her.