After the guests and hosts had their best, the night was already deep, and Su fell at the door and sent them away one by one.

The only dissatisfaction tonight is probably Xia Zihan, the kind that can chop all the dishes when cutting a steak during dinner. There are at least three reasons, the has not been fun, the medium-rare steak is fried to three and five, and the most important thing is that Olivia's little prodigal hoof has been flattering Su Luo all night!

Maybe there is no need to distinguish which reason is the most important, anyway, Xia Zihan never needs a reason for the Great Demon King to find trouble with Su Luo, just pout, can he dare to resist?

After Su Luo sent the guests away, the Great Demon King, who had endured all night, began to make trouble, glared at Su Luo and said in a strange manner, "Yo! It's so late anyway, why don't you leave someone here for the night." ”

"yes, what a chance, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Su Luo slapped his forehead, remorseful, and lifted his feet to see if Olivia had gone far.

"Die!"

"Cut, small vinegar jar. ”

Who said not to resist?

Su Luo picked up Xia Zihan and carried it on her shoulders, and with a slap of her ass, she softened.

Xia Zihan blushed, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's chirping, "Let me down, there are still guests!"

"Call your good brother to listen first, or you won't let it go!"

"Think beautifully!"

There was another Hedong lion's roar, and Su Luo's back was instantly bitten, and he screamed in pain

Brother Pao's family of three and Xiao Daozi were all drinking tea on the big balcony, looking at the two of them with a smile.

There is only Sister Sanmi with a strange face, who has just arrived in the capital, under the persuasion of Leng Yuxuan, and temporarily lived in the big house.

No wonder the paparazzi are like crazy, dozens of drones have been put out in this formation, and they can really shoot a lot of fierce materials

"Weak chickens. ”

Seeing Su Luo panting and coming over to find water to drink, Leng Yuxuan complained.

"What's the matter, it's that she's too fat to hold it. ”

Su Luo pulled a chair and sat down.

From the afternoon to late at night, playing and making trouble, I was a little tired after eating, and after chatting a few words, I went back to wash and rest, only Sister Sanmi and Su Luo were still looking at the stars, a sad person, a weak chicken who can't sleep without taking medicine now, and there is a nonsense chatter without a word.

"Thank you for your hospitality, you had a great time today. ”

Sister Sanmi thanked her again, and she was so polite that Su Luo was a little embarrassed.

"Judging by your expression, it doesn't seem like you're having much fun, is it because my gloomy food isn't delicious?"

Su Luo came out in a funny kung fu posture and said with a smile.

didn't make Sister Sanmi laugh, but it made her eye circles redder, of course, not because the food was not delicious, nor because she didn't have a lot of fun, the specific reason Su Luo also understood.

A love story in the entertainment industry that can't even be said to be "dog blood", it is said that marriage is the grave of love, what is a year of keep, three years of pain, seven years of itching, and ten years of injury. They didn't keep it for a year.,The touching、Fairytale-like love story was shattered.,Sanmi's husband cheated and was caught.,Now it's still in the midst of a lively turmoil.,She can be happy to have a ghost.,After a short carnival.,The endless sense of loneliness comes.。

Sister Sanmi said with red eyes, "The world is impermanent, right? Last year, we sang together that we would marry for a long time, and we would be beautiful for life, but this year is like this, and now that I think about it, it is so ridiculous." ”

Su Luo didn't speak.

In fact, I felt it at the Sanmi concert last year, this couple who have been running for 30 years finally got married, and it always sounds like a fairy tale, but what will happen at the end of the story, who knows?

Love is a substance in this world that is more likely to expire than canned pineapples, and there are thousands of ways to make it disappear, suspicion, confrontation, confrontation, bursting, and in the end, each other has transformed into primitive and hideous monsters, which is not a strange thing.

As for looking back now, is the original high-profile ridiculous?

Su Luo felt that there was nothing to laugh about, there were certain moments in life that only time could define correctly. Even if you realize that moment is special, most of the time, only time will tell if you feel right or wrong at the time.

It is very clear that if the feeling at that moment was wrong, Sister Sanmi would not be so sad, and the canned pineapple will expire, but that moment will never expire.

Maybe it's just that Su Luo himself unilaterally thinks so, for a person who has no ability to forget, every moment is an eternity that belongs to him.

"What are you going to do with it?"

After being silent for a while, Su Luo asked.

"I don't know. Sister Sanmi smiled reluctantly, "In the words of netizens, of course you choose to forgive him?"

Su Luo can't give advice, as a friend, all she can do is to send blessings when she is happy, and be able to give some company when she is sad.

"He's cheating! he's whining."

The reluctant laughter still couldn't stop the sadness, and Sister Sanmi's emotions still exploded, crying loudly, heartbreaking.

Su Luo quietly handed over a few tissues, and there were emotions that always had to be vented, just like she was annoyed by the paparazzi, and it would not work if she didn't vent it, so the old dean knew that Su Luo was not good at doing this, so she didn't say anything, and now, she needed to cry.

It's good to cry a lot, and it's not a child, it's not nice to say, it's been almost 30 years, it is estimated that they are probably used to it, and when Sister Sanmi's mood gradually calmed down, Su Luo handed over a few tissues and asked, "Are you comfortable now?"

"Thank you so much better. Sister Sanmi snorted and said, "Is it ugly when I'm crying?"

"Well, it's ugly, but it's still a nice laugh. Su Luo said with a smile, thinking of the image, then it should be fine, and then joked, "Will it make you more comfortable to help you scold that scumbag?"

Sister Sanmi's vigilant gaze slanted and said, "Hmph, you're afraid it's not a good thing, right?"

"It seems like yes, I'm also a scumbag, and I'm really not qualified to talk about others. ”

It's all started to gossip, it's even more fine, Su Luo touched his nose, and then said confidently, "No, he eats secretly, I eat openly, we are different!"

"There's a difference?"

Her own experience seems to make Sister Sanmi even more upset for Leng Yuxuan.

"Well, there's no difference, we're all essentially the same. Su Luo lit a cigarette and brought one to Sister Sanmi, and continued

"Every man has had two such women, at least two, married to red roses, and over time, the red ones became a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white ones were still 'bright moonlight in front of the bed';

White moonlight and mosquito blood, cinnabar moles and rice sticky, no matter which one you get or which one you miss, there is always one that you will never be able to put down, cough cough, in order to be able to put it down, so I want mosquito blood and rice sticky!"

"Heh, man. ”

"Women are the same, I read a Cantonese opera story when I was a child, there is a good girl's house, the ugly son of the landlord's family and the poor but handsome Xiucai proposed together, a red rose, a white moonlight, the girl and the girl's family are in a dilemma, so the girl threw out a very constructive proposal, or I will marry both, go to the landlord's house for dinner, and go back to Xiucai to sleep, perfect. ”

"I've read this story too, and it turns out that this girl didn't get anyone. ”

"yes, I don't get anyone now, they're all clever little ghosts, and they love me so much that they have nothing to fear, and they make me tumult every day, it's a sad story. ”

Su Luo said self-deprecatingly.

"Well, seeing you so miserable makes me feel so much better. ”

Sanmi said, no matter how sad he is, he can also say in a chic way, "I don't care about how long it lasts, I only care about what I once had", he seems to have always had, and never had, too Zen.

"But I'm still sad, God of Song, sing a song to comfort me?"

"Don't be, no matter how awesome Chopin is, he can't play my sadness, and in the same way, no matter how awesome Su Luo is, he can't sing your sadness. ”

"Who is Chopin?"

"A friend of mine, well, plays the piano very well. ”

"Sing a song, hurry up~"

"I don't understand, it's a big sun!"

Su Luo reluctantly picked up the guitar and stirred the strings.

"I dreamed of dreams that I couldn't wake up from

Red under house arrest in the red line

All the stimuli left the pain of fatigue

No longer indifferent

What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored have nothing to fear

The red of the rose

Easily hurt dreams

Hold it in your hand

but it is lost between the fingers

Failed again

Red is a cinnabar mole imprint on the heart

Red is as mediocre as mosquito blood

Time beautifies the only throbbing

Also smoothed out the excitement

”

Sister Sanmi's misty eyes closed soothingly, and she was drunk in the song with her, as well as the starry sky and the night

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