For Ouyang Mingyue, the current Yang Yunruo is the sand she can't live in. The closer he pressed, the more he retreated. The tighter you grip, the faster it will pass. I wanted to give up and raise it, but I was blown back and covered in the wind. Lost eyes, obscured colors.

"Sister, sister. Ouyang Mingzhu shouted, but Ouyang Mingyue turned a deaf ear, and slowly walked forward like a corpse.

"Sister" Ouyang Mingzhu rushed forward and grabbed Ouyang Mingyue's arm, Ouyang Mingyue let Ouyang Mingzhu pull it, motionless, as long as Ouyang Mingzhu let go of his hand, it was like a clockwork doll again.

"Sister, don't scare me. What's going on, what's going on?" Ouyang Mingzhu cried helplessly, hugging Ouyang Mingyue and crying, helpless like a little girl crying with a dirty doll, Ouyang Mingyue is the dirty rag doll that can't speak.

"Sister, I'll take you home, let's go home" Ouyang Mingzhu held Mingyue and wiped the tears that kept pouring out with her hands, so as not to let the hot tears blur her vision. I took out my mobile phone and called home, but it seemed that there was no one at home, and no one answered.

corridors, appendages, elevators. Originally, it didn't matter how many minutes it took to go down, it seemed like it would take several worlds to go down.

"I'll take you home, sister, you follow me" Ouyang Mingzhu at this moment is no longer the producer who was surprised, pointed out the country, and reprimanded so many people in the crew who didn't dare to speak up, but a little girl.

Zhao Ying'er watched Ouyang Mingzhu lead Ouyang Mingyue away, watching her cry helplessly. She wanted to come forward to help, to help her. It's just that the hesitant footsteps still didn't take a step after all, and shrank behind the pillar. The person over there is Ouyang Mingyue, the Ouyang Mingyue who is like being in the clouds. It's a sister and a rival in love. It's Ouyang Mingzhu, it's a sister, it's a best friend, and it's someone who hates herself.

There has never been a moment when he was as entangled as he is now, and he was at a loss for what to do, just watching Ouyang Mingzhu help Ouyang Mingyue leave. Mixed with five flavors, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, all burst into Zhao Yinger's mind, nose, mouth, and eyes. With a hesitant step, Ouyang Mingzhu has already gone far. She didn't want to lose Yang Yunruo, nor did she want to lose Ouyang Mingzhu. One is the person she loves the most, and the other is her best friend who has maintained her for more than 20 years. She didn't know how to choose. Although she subconsciously knew that if she couldn't make a decision, she might not get both, but she just didn't have the courage to give up one side.

Everyone knows how to do multiple-choice questions, and you can flip a coin even when you don't understand anything. Some people say that when a coin is tossed, you actually have a choice in your heart, in fact, when you are hesitating, even if you toss a coin ten times, a hundred times, you can't make a choice. To be able to make a choice is just that you have a tendency and a choice beforehand.

Step out, take back, step again, take back again. After all, when he was still wandering, he lost the trace of Ouyang Mingzhu. lost, it's like never seeing Ouyang Mingzhu again in this life, if you lose it, you will never know it again.

"Mingzhu" Zhao Yinger murmured, the inseparability in her heart. Why, there is always such a boring but distressing setting, is it true that God can't see that lovers eventually become married, and can't see the love of sisters lasting forever?

There are cheerful songs playing in the mall, and 'Tick Tick' is as gentle as warm snow.

Yang Yunruo sat on the chair, a whole cup of coffee spilled on his body, the bitter taste flowed from his hair, eyes, nose, mouth, and from his neck into his clothes, seeping and contaminating. It's like a coffee man, from beginning to end, inside and out, exuding that bitter taste.

He just sat quietly like this, Yang was at a loss, and he didn't even react to why Ouyang Mingyue splashed him. But he knew that he should have broken Ouyang Mingyue's heart. When he saw a heart that radiated colorful light and was crystal clear, he fell to the ground in front of him, and he could no longer see a trace of the original.

shouldn't have said that, he should have stepped forward to hug her and comfort her, he was himself, not the previous Yang Yunruo, he and Mo Yan were not brothers, and they were not responsible for his death. In this evil world, so many people die every day, and Mo Yan is just one of them. Stand up, rush through, and grab her. Isn't it too selfish to only care about one's own feelings, and only feel that he can't accept such feelings and morals?

But Yang Yunruo's body seemed to be stuck to this chair with glue, no matter how hard he tried and struggled, he couldn't break free in the slightest. looked at Ouyang Mingyue's distant back, and then disappeared completely.

Yang Yunruo was soaked, and he didn't know if it was sweat or the coffee that had penetrated down. After all, he didn't stand up to grab her, and after all, he still watched her flow away. After all, he is not Yang Yunruo, even if Mo Yan's death may really have nothing to do with him, he alone is not the Yang Yunruo that Ouyang Mingyue loves. After all, I am still not a person of this world.

It's like going to a strange city alone, so strange that you haven't heard or seen it, so strange that there is no one you know around, you can't hear the sound of home, there is no familiar taste, it's like a soap bubble, separating you from this city and this world.

For a moment, endless loneliness surrounded Yang Yunruo in the darkness. A pair of green eyes in the dark, those are not human eyes, they are just devils in human form, they are going to eat people.

The idle people in the café all looked at Yang Yunruo, this man, such a beautiful woman, seemed to have an extraordinary story, but after all, they couldn't understand what twists and turns were between them. But the woman was so beautiful.

Zhao Yinger walked into the café and saw Yang Yunruo's embarrassment, like an earthy yellow wild dog. A crooked coffee cup on the table, a plate of fruit that hadn't been touched much, and a half-drunk cup of coffee.

Zhao Ying'er could imagine the confrontation between Ouyang Mingyue and Yang Yunruo, and she could even see the trajectory of the cup of coffee spilled. If she usually knew that Yang Yunruo and Ouyang Mingyue had a falling out, it might not be possible in the future, maybe she would laugh, even if she didn't laugh openly, she would definitely laugh secretly. It's just that

"You're back?"

Yang Yunruo raised his head, looked at Zhao Ying'er with red and swollen eyes and said, "You're back"