At night, on the long street, there are few people, only the street lamp accompanies the lonely people, it pulls the shadow of the person long, like a lonely line, slowly tearing out all the sadness in your heart mercilessly, suddenly, the original form is revealed, and there is sorrow everywhere.

Jiang Yumo smirked and carried the wine bottle, staggering down the street, like an ordinary drunkard who couldn't distinguish between north and south, east and west, just staggering, as if this long solo step was his truest life, no one to accompany him, no one to talk about.

He thought of the woman's face in a trance, her hazy appearance flashed before him, and he smiled foolishly, and he said to the air again, "Can you not be so ruthless?

His voice trembled, but it grew louder and louder, slowly developing into a heart-rending cry, and in the long streets, on the quiet riverside, if anyone would listen, a sad man would be heard wantonly shouting: "Early Summer, Early Summer, I love you, but unfortunately, you don't know, early Summer••••••"

Drinking the wine violently, the bottle in Jiang Yumo's hand slowly changed from full to empty, and then from empty to full, and again and again, he drank wine all the way and bought wine all the way.

"Buy wine. He dropped the money and left, forgetting that he was looking for money, as if all he had said to others tonight was these two words, "Buy wine." ”

He walked through the streets and alleys of the Imperial City, like a wandering ghost, fearing that the real ghosts would flee when they saw him, because his distress was enough to make a hundred ghosts die a hundred times again.

He smiled wryly and asked aloud: "Why him? Why did you choose him? Tell me! Tell me! Is fate chosen like this? Why did you choose him instead of •••••• me •••••• early summer?"

The sporadic lights refracted from the windows of every house, and he looked at it enviously for a long time, but found that the happiness of others would not run to him no matter how long he saw it.

Jiang Yumo wandered aimlessly in the streets and alleys, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, he looked up at the blue sky, he actually walked all night, it turned out that the night was not long, it turned out that it was short enough to release all his sadness.

He walked instinctively, but when he looked up, he found himself standing at the door of the orchestra, and he shook slightly, thinking that maybe this was a place for himself to rest for a while, to rest his body and his heart, for it had been hit hard by a girl named Hatsu, and it had pitifully broken a big hole, and it was gurgling with bright red blood.

He thought, maybe one day I will die in blood, but she doesn't know, maybe until the end, she won't know, because there is no existence of me in her world, in her eyes, in her heart, there is no place for me Jiang Yumo.

He stumbled in, the door of the rehearsal hall opened unexpectedly, he pushed the door open and walked forward, the silence inside was terrible, but he was happy, perhaps the loneliness in the darkness was his best friend, for he was afraid of the noise, for the disguised smile would pierce his heart even more.

Walking softly, suddenly he heard a faint sob, stopped in surprise, but it seemed that there was no movement, he moved the corners of his lips, perhaps, this is the voice in my heart, this is the sorrow in my heart.

lit a beam of lights on the stage, and he suddenly found that a girl on the big stage was sitting there with her knees crossed, her head hanging lonely and low, just like Odetta who lost her beloved prince in "Swan Lake", and the pain was deeply engraved in her back, until she slowly raised her head, Jiang Yumo exclaimed: "Why are you crying?"

Bai Jasmine didn't expect Jiang Yumo to suddenly appear here, she just wanted to stay quietly alone, quietly stay in his most beautiful place, and that was undoubtedly the stage.

His greatest charisma and talent are ignited in this magical place, where he radiates a unique light like a god, and where his brilliance is unmatched.

Jiang Yumo looked at the tears of the girl in front of him in confusion, he slowly squatted down, he was too drunk to see her, her appearance slowly blurred, and the tears hanging on her cheeks were like a hazy light rain in March that softened people's hearts.

She barely smiled at him, but he saw her as another woman in a trance, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently wipe the tears on her face, he said to her with drunkenness and tenderness: "Don't cry, I will be distressed." ”

Bai Jasmine was stunned, all the grievances came to naught in an instant, she slammed into the man's arms, and wantonly rubbed her little face full of tears and snot on the man's tequila-smelling shirt.

Her face slowly lifted, and her soft lips actively pressed close to the man's face.

Jiang Yumo accepted his misunderstood kiss in a dizziness, as if nothing existed, and the world was left with only the woman in his arms, reciting the haunting name in his heart, early summer, my little early summer•••••• over and over again.

He suddenly kissed back the woman in his arms frantically, as if washing away his stupidity last time, all the gentleman's actions are like ridiculous restraints, and now the woman's warm body is the most real thing, no matter what the reason, the woman he can't let go of in his heart is now nested in his arms, warm jade in his arms, what's the harm of being a villain who takes advantage of people's danger?

His wild actions almost frightened Jasmine, but she hung her head, slightly delighted, slightly confused, she greeted the man's fierce kiss, and the strong taste of alcohol in his mouth was more like a scorching flame that instantly burned between the two lonely men and women.

His hand unhonestly reached into her shirt, Jasmine couldn't help but tremble, the man's hot fingers gently probed into her underwear, her delicate buds were rubbed by him wantonly, she heard his irrepressible gasps in confusion, she closed her eyes, and there was a tearing sound in the silence, and this also represented the beginning of everything.

The breath of desire crept in, but Jasmine didn't know that she was just an illusion in Jiang Yumo's eyes, a stand-in for the woman in his heart.

Sometimes, it may be pitiful to love someone alone, but it is sad to love as a substitute.