The two of them confessed in a joking way and told the truth.

The other is in a joking way, implicitly refusing to resolve the embarrassment.

"Hey, yes, a beautiful goddess like you, I'm definitely not worthy of it. Wang Hao suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, and he suddenly found that his mood was suppressed for a moment, and this feeling was very uncomfortable.

Yang Yimo tried to reach out to her, but he pushed it away little by little.

Until the appearance of the other hand held her tightly, who could that person be?

Yang Yimo forbade his forbidden nose: "Hmph, you are self-aware." ”

"Oh, but you're a goddess, I'm not bad, right?" Wang Hao touched his face, and he looked at Yang Yimo very seriously: "Otherwise, you're confessing to me, I'll see if I can give you a chance." ”

"Roll the calves. Yang Yimo glanced at him.

"Hey, it's over, Momo, you're going to mistake me for a peerless good man like me. ”

"No, it's you who missed a goddess like me, do you regret going? Yang Yimo deliberately hummed and said, in fact, her heart was very complicated, and she had a feeling of wanting to cry.

Wang Hao clutched his chest and made a painful feeling: "It's over, do I still have a chance?" I suddenly regretted it. ”

"No, you've missed my goddess. Yang Yimo said.

Wang Hao smiled and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.

Yang Yimo deliberately yawned: "I'm tired." ”

Wang Hao glanced at her and stood up, "Then I'll go back to the room." ”

"Here you go, take these things. Yang Yimo handed him the belt.

Wang Hao hesitated, took it, and walked out.

As Wang Hao walked out, Yang Yimo fell directly on the bed, she looked at the ceiling blankly, and muttered: "Wang Hao, I'm not joking, I really like you." ”

"Wang Hao, do you say you like me?" Her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her smile was like a flower, which flashed in Wang Hao's mind again and again.

In the room, a cigarette was lit.

Did you like Yang Yimo? No, no, it was Jiang Yun, and I only liked Jiang Yun.

Wang Hao told himself over and over again in his heart that what he liked was Jiang Yun, who he had liked since he was a student, and who he dreamed of marrying. But Yang Yimo's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her smile was like a flower, which kept flashing in her mind.

"Wang Hao, do you think you like me?"

Wang Hao took two puffs of cigarette and looked at the bright fireworks exploding outside the window, which was bright for a moment, illuminating the night sky, and there was a faint bit of smoke rising, as if he was stunned and faintly melancholy in his heart.

Wang Hao didn't sleep this night, Yang Yimo smiled and groaned, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, which filled his entire mind.

Yang Yimo was also insomnia, fiddling with her mobile phone, and then put it down again.

This is her first confession since she was a child, and she was rejected by Wang Hao.

Did Wang Hao really think she was joking? Is it being formal?

No, in this case, if you refuse, you don't want to lose your face.

Yang Yimo couldn't fall asleep on the bed, staring at the sky guard board with wide eyes.

......

The night of the New Year seemed to be darker than ever.

Especially in a place like the cemetery, the cold wind gusts and it makes people shudder.

A faint light flickered softly, a cigarette between the fingers.

Chu Jun leaned on a tombstone, and in front of the tombstone, some meals were placed.

He held a bottle of liquor in his hand and took a sip from time to time.

I don't know when the original photo of the woman on the tombstone has been replaced. No, it's not a photo, it's a tombstone.

The tombstone is inscribed, the tomb of Chu Jun Cheng Yan and his wife, and the photo above has also become a group photo of the two.

That woman, looking closely, is not very beautiful, but her smile looks beautiful at this moment, but her smile has long been fixed at this moment. And Chu Jun in the photo is exceptionally handsome and spiritual.

"Yanyan, Happy New Year. Chu Jun said with a smile, his eyes were very gentle, as if she had been in front of him, full of gentle restraint: "Today is also your birthday, I will accompany you for your birthday, and by the way, I will celebrate the New Year." ”

He took a sip of his wine, and in the darkness only the cigarette between his fingers glistened.

The hustle and bustle of the city in the distance is lit up by fireworks.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have any light here, and no light can shine on it. Ready, there is no more light that can shine into his eyes and illuminate his heart.

"I also bought my son new clothes and some toys. Chu Jun took a baby's clothes: "Do you look beautiful?"

He grinned, lit some paper, and threw his clothes and toys in.

The light of the fire shone on his face, flickering and dimming, but his eyes were hollow, and there was not a single glimmer of light.

He took a sip of his wine and kept saying it to her, muttering to his beloved, his voice so gentle that it seemed to overflow water. He seemed to be a little cold, and tightened his clothes.

He lit himself a cigarette and laughed, "The most painful thing in my life is that I didn't protect you and our son. The tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes were so vivid and clear in the light of the fire, and he muttered to himself: "At that time, I should have killed them all, but, hey, there is no regret medicine, hehe." ”

"Do you like this picture? I'm with you, we'll be together forever. Chu Jun choked up and said, "When I'm done, I can come back and hug you, and at that time, we will never be separated." Hahahaha......" He laughed like a madman, and tears of laughter flowed out.

Laughter screams and tired birds flapping their wings and soaring, and mournful screams come out of their mouths, and in such a dark cemetery, those who listen shudder.

It's just that Chu Jun is still leaning on the tombstone, smiling: "Yanyan, I miss you." ”

The woman on the tombstone was smiling, her gentle eyes seemed to have crossed the distance between life and death, and she looked at Chu Jun's face from afar, still so gentle.

The cold wind was howling in his ears, Chu Jun drank wine, and tears fell down one by one.

Faintly, there seemed to be a gentle call in the wind, and it sounded in his ears faintly: "Xiaojun." ”

Chu Jun looked around blankly: "Yanyan, is it you?"

The bottle fell from his hand and shattered, and he hugged the tombstone, and he howled like a child.

The wind swept through his hair, like a gentle hand in the years, as if embracing him and comforting him.

"Yanyan, I miss you ......"