"I once read a sentence. ◢ With the *dream* small ◢ say щЩш." Ouyang Mingyue sniffed and said softly: "It's called uncatchable sand, it's better to raise it." However, the sand that was thrown out was blown back to his eyes by the wind. You say, what should I do at this time?"

"Mingyue, we have all passed the age of being young, hot-blooded, carefree and hardworking. There are all kinds of rules, all kinds of morals, all kinds of human ethics around us. You and Mo Yan are husband and wife, Mo Yan and I are brothers, and you are my sister-in-law" Mo Yan said with some embarrassment, this excuse is not clever, but it is also an excuse.

"Sister-in-law?" Ouyang Mingyue smiled miserably: "Now you think I'm my sister-in-law?"

"I know it's too late for me to say anything. Missed youth, unrenewable feelings, dead lives. Thinking of everything, Yang Yunruo was a little difficult to part, but he had to give up. "This relationship is like an abyss, filled with so many things, we have lost too much cherishing. It's not worth it for such an impossible relationship. Give up, give up, it's good for you, it's good for me, it's good for everyone. ”

"What if I don't give up?" Ouyang Mingyue smiled sadly, tears flowed wantonly on her face, and a piece of her chest was already wet with tears. What if I don't give up? A three-year relationship is not a three-year old dress, and if you say you throw it away, you will throw it away. Three years, there are not many three years in life. What's more, these are the warmest, most romantic, most youthful, and happiest three years. In just three years, it can be remembered as a lifetime.

"Mingyue, we are already adults, don't be willful anymore. I can't accept who I am, I feel like I'm a devil, a murderer. "Yes, a murderer, not a murderer, Mo Yan died in front of him, isn't it Yang Yunruo and Ouyang Mingyue who practiced their hands and killed, originally said it in a hurry, but when I thought about it like this, I found that it made sense.

"You can't accept me...... Ouyang Mingyue said faintly: "In your heart, have I become a water-based poplar woman." The brother who seduces her husband and kills her own husband. Do you think my heart is like a femme fatale? There was a golden lotus in ancient times, and I am not even as good as her now?"

"Mingyue, you know it's not like this" Yang Yunruo sighed, now he didn't know what to do at all, accepted the guilt of Mo Yan's death in his memory, and faced that he was not Yang Yunruo's moral concept that he had to conceal and struggled with, everything was like putting Yang Yunruo in a desolate Gobi, the sky was raining heavily, accompanied by the wind, and it was also dark.

"You know, I've never thought of you that much. Yang Yunruo gritted his teeth, he could feel Yang Yunruo's original love for Ouyang Mingyue, that kind of sweetness as honey, and he could also touch that kind of brotherhood, so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. "After all, I hurt you, I called you Widow Mo in front of everyone, I owe it to everyone, I owe Mo Yan, and I owe you the ignorance and recklessness you once had"

"But I don't care" Ouyang Mingyue shook her head desperately, eagerly interrupting Yang Yunruo's words and said: "I don't care, I know that you said such things because of your guilt for Mo Yan, I know that you made a desperate choice because you couldn't accept the fact that I was married, I know it." I just want to have a good love. ”

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"I thought it would be a perfect love, where the prince fell in love with the princess and lived happily ever after. You said that I am a widow, although I am uncomfortable, but I don't blame you, you don't look for me, I know you just want to be calm and calm. I'll give you time, and I've been waiting for you, just waiting for you to see me at first glance when you turn around. Ouyang Mingyue's emotions were completely out of control, and the sound of choking and crying spread throughout the hall, attracting everyone's onlookers. Such a beautiful woman was crying, crying so sadly, what hysteria.

"But I was wrong, I was so wrong. From the beginning, you didn't think about turning back, everything was just wishful thinking on my promises, the love I had was all fake, all fake" Ouyang Mingyue cried, her body twitching. She is a diva and an actress, and the control of emotions should be burned in her bones. But she is a woman after all, a woman with the same structure, and the person opposite her is Yang Yunruo. In front of Yang Yunruo, he has never hidden his truth

"There are some things, if you make a decision, you can't go back anymore Mo Yan is still looking at me from the sky. Yang Yunruo struggled and said, at this time, he wanted to comfort her, comfort the crying face and the helpless heart. Hands are already raised in mid-air, but, no.

The decisions made by women may be repeated, but most men make decisions that are indeed stubborn and clean. For the sake of their inner machismo, or for the face that they once made a decision that can't be erased. Just like many women say that they break up, they may need you to coax, they may be coquettish, or they may simply want to make a fuss. But men are different, they don't break up easily, but when they say it, the relationship has already been declared dead.

"What about me, what about me. Mo Yan is more important than me? Why should I pay for the mistakes made by his stubbornness and persistence?"

Facing Ouyang Mingyue's questioning, Yang Yunruo was silent. Brotherly love, lovers' love, there is no one more important to say, can only look at the depth of this love. Mo Yan has a higher status than Ouyang Mingyue in Yang Yunre's heart. It's just that Mo Yan died, he used the end of his life to plant a demon seed in Yang Yunruo's heart, digging an unbridgeable gap between Yang Yunre and Ouyang Mingyue. If he reluctantly stayed with Ouyang Mingyue, it would not be love, it would be an endless nightmare. And him, the former Yang Yunruo, occupies his identity, consciousness, family, and his former lover, taking advantage of the weakness to enter, taking advantage of the danger of others or falling into the well?

"No one is more important than anyone, it's just that I can't get over this hurdle of my own, and I can't cut off this concept. You are Ouyang Mingyue, he is Mo Yan, you are his wife, and I am his brother, he is still dead" Yang Yunruo said softly, like a catkins carried away by the wind, drifting farther and farther, to the point where it was inaudible.

"Pop" a cup of coffee exploded on Yang Yunruo's face, bright and gorgeous like fireworks at night. "You're Not a Man"

Ouyang Mingyue put down the coffee cup in her hand tremblingly, her heart seemed to be squeezed by infinite pressure, and she couldn't breathe.

Turn around, leaving a white shadow.

To go, to turn around, is a kind of departure.