The music from far and near fills the air with a faint mellow fragrance, and a large section of gaudy or dark curtains are intertwined into an ambiguous color, and the fine fragments of light flicker during the flickering, like a secret that I don't want to tell people in my heart. The dark fuchsia sofa is wide and soft, and you always feel like you want to sink into it when you sit down. Jiang Nanchu sat upright, and his back never touched the soft back of the sofa. She stirred a glass of hot milk in front of her with a small spoon, and looked at the person opposite her with some apprehension, like a child who has been caught after making a mistake and looking at the adult who has caught him.

After a chance encounter, Drow dragged her to the nearest café without saying a word. thought that Zhuoer, who had always been as fierce as fire, would count himself after sitting down. Just like when she escaped from the world after her mother left, she came to the door, trying to wake her up with a violent storm. Now Zhuoer, who was sitting opposite him, didn't say a word, and the whole person was deeply sunk into the soft sofa. In front of his hand, he smoked a slender long cigarette one after another, and his face, which used to be full of vitality anytime and anywhere, looked deeply tired in the smoke at the moment. After graduating, contact gradually decreased, and she didn't know when Drow learned to smoke, only to see her skillfully light the fire, keep inhaling deeply, then exhale gray-white smoke, and finally twist the remaining cigarette butts. Jiang Nanchu felt that this was not good, and opened his mouth several times to persuade him, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make it at all, so he had to give up. The smoke hazy Zhuo'er's delicate face, Jiang Nanchu lowered his head as if evading and competed with the milk in front of him, constantly stirring it gently with a small spoon, but he never took a sip. The constant clanging of spoons and the walls of the cups signaled the awkward silence between the two.

"Don't stir it, the sugar has already melted. Drow finally spoke, and the cigarette butt in his hand slammed into the ashtray. The air was filled with the mixed smell of peppermint tobacco.

Jiang Nanchu obediently put down the small spoon in his hand, but silently still didn't say anything, his eyes were still staring at the milk in front of him. I never thought that there would be a day when there would be such silence between her and Drow that even the conversation would be difficult.

"Nan Chu, why?" Drow sat up straight and looked at her steadily.

She raised her eyes to look at Drow, and the eyes on the other side were full of confusion and pain, and she didn't dare to look at it anymore, and lowered her head again. Why? Which one was asked? It seemed that she couldn't open her mouth for any reason, and her thoughts pressed into her heart, and finally it only turned into a sigh that flowed from her lips.

Silence spreads between the two men, neither of them moves, neither of them speaks. Zhuoer quietly looked at Jiang Nanchu in front of him, and Jiang Nanchu only looked at the dark white milk in front of him quietly. The two people next to the large floor-to-ceiling glass window look like godless models in the window. Each of them buried their hearts pale confrontation.

Xu is tired. Drow once again let herself sink into the deep purple-red softness, calm yet bewitching her skin whiter and harder to bloodless. Drow opened the cigarette case, took one out and put it between his lips, and lit it for himself.

"Xia Yinxuan, he has a very bad life. The smell of mint tobacco mixed with Drow's somewhat muffled voice wafted in. This name, which has been buried deep in his heart in recent months, is like a heavy punch, hitting the softest place in Jiang Nan's heart. Her hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, and she held the milk cup in front of her tightly with both hands, hoping that the temperature of the milk would relieve the cold tremors of her hands. She slowly raised her head to look at Drow, her eyes flickering with so much emotion that she looked. But Drow, on the other side, turned his head to look out of the glass window, staring at the occasional pedestrian passing by on the empty road, and didn't look at her again.

"Why is it bad?" Biting his lower lip tightly, Jiang Nanchu finally found his voice, but asked very reluctantly. How can he be good, in fact, he knows how he can live well. He has always been a serious person, treating his studies, his future, his feelings, and her. He is serious, serious people will always do their best for their ideals, she suddenly withdrew, just afraid that she would dig out a quick meat from his heart. How can such a blur of flesh and blood be good. It's just that she has always believed willingly that he will be fine. The burning pain on the back of his right hand spread to her heart, and the tears he had burned on the back of her hand that night were now a reminder of how cruel she was.

"The Walking Dead. Drow took a hard puff of his cigarette and slowly spit out the four words word by word between his lips and teeth. On the outside, the person still seems to be normal, and he still works hard during the day. But Drow knew that when he smiled, there was no smile in his eyes, and there was more sadness in his eyes. Drow knew that only when he got himself drunk did he reveal childlike helplessness. Drow knew that it was only when he mistook himself for Jiang Nanchu. Only then will there be a moment of peace in his heart. Xia Yinxuan, who is now in front of people, is just an empty shell that has been extracted from his soul. Working and living numbly, he is emaciated day by day in the numbness. Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but pinch as well. Stuffy pain.

The warm milk was sprinkled on the back of his hand, Jiang Nanchu quickly put down the cup, and covered his helpless trembling hands under the tablecloth. She clenched her hands into fists, trying to suppress the tremors in her heart, but it was all in vain. The huge sourness mixed with the pain surged up from the depths of my heart in waves, like the tide of the sea, wave after wave, and my eyes began to be sour, and my body fell backwards, leaning weakly on the soft sofa. She forced herself to look up at the roof adorned with layers of draper. The tiny light that was hidden in the large curtain blurred little by little in front of my eyes. The hands were clenched tighter, and the palms became wet, and there were bursts of tingling pain. She told herself in her heart that she must not cry, she must not cry.

"I'm with Xia Yinxuan. Drow's voice seemed to come from the depths of the sea, cold and ethereal. Jiang Nanchu only felt that his heart contracted violently, and the whole cavity of the shock was cold and painful, but he was awake. She closed her eyes, letting all the water flow back into her body, inhaling deeply and slowly exhaling, and finally slowly opened her eyes, looking straight at Drow on the other side.

Drow was still staring out the window, his delicate face beneath the gray and white smoke showing no expression. The delicate fingertips trembled slightly, but the cigarette betrayed the master's inner panic. She knew that Zhuoer had always liked Xia Yinxuan. I knew it for a long time, and it was long before Drow himself even noticed. From her radiant face when talking about Xia Yinxuan on weekdays, her thoughtfulness when she stared at Xia Yinxuan's back, and her face that turned red because of Xia Yinxuan's casual words during rehearsals together, to her forbearance later, to deliberate avoidance, until finally no longer contact. It's just that Zhuoer has been deliberately concealing it and refusing to mention it himself. It's not that she doesn't know her friend's thoughts, it's just that love is so selfish, she has been afraid and has always wanted to keep him. Is it because she is too greedy? Is it because she ignores the kind Drow? So God punished her like this, and she couldn't afford this love after all, and she couldn't keep it.

There was a throbbing pain in his body, but Jiang Nan bent the corners of his mouth lightly on his face. "Then, please take good care of him in the future. Although the voice was not calm, it was very sincere. Only I know how much strength it takes to say such things.

Zhuo Er turned his head to look at her with an incredible face when he heard this, and his big black and white eyes were firmly fixed on her body, as if he was ready to see her through, Jiang Nanchu didn't feel panicked.

"Why?" Drow propped his hands on the table, eyes still firmly fixed on her face. There seemed to be too many words hidden in his eyes, but he said them in the end. It's still such a thin three words.

"I, I, remember that there is still soup on the stove in my house, and I must go back quickly. It's not good if it's a fire. It was the longest sentence she had ever said since they met today, but it was such a bad excuse that didn't make sense. She really didn't have the strength to confront Drow like this anymore. Not wanting to care about Drow's reaction, she quickly got up and fled in a hurry, completely ignoring Drow's call behind her.

Chen Zhuoer didn't chase after her, watching Jiang Nan flee as if she was leaving her sight, she seemed to be out of strength, and let herself sink heavily into the gentle encirclement of the sofa. She stared at the milk cup that was knocked over by Jiang Nanchu's hasty departure on the other side, and the milky white liquid seeped into the tablecloth and flowed to the ground drop by drop along the folds, as if she was crying silently.

Woo...... Woo...... Woo......

The sound of sobbing was floating in the air, and the surroundings were foggy gray-white, with no sky above and no earth below. There was no wind, but the damp and icy chill seemed to penetrate into the marrow of the human marrow. Jiang Nanchu hugged himself tightly, wanting to resist the coldness and the sorrow in his heart.

Why?

Why is he the only one left?

The road under her feet was not smooth, and she stumbled along the mournful cry with one foot high and one foot low. The voice was very familiar, I guess I knew someone. She struggled in the direction of the sound, expecting to meet someone familiar and take her out of the cold fog.

I don't know how long I walked, how many times the faint voice seemed to get closer, but it drifted away in the next moment. Without direction, without seeing the sun and moon, she searched again and again in the cold white mist, fell and got up again, not knowing what exhaustion was, nor what pain was.

I can't walk anymore and don't want to go any further. Numb and without warning, she slumped to the ground again. Good ice, although the ground is not hard, it is biting cold. Give up, a voice whispered in my heart, give up, give up. I don't have any strength in my body, and even my eyelids seem to be unable to support it. Just when she was about to despair, she suddenly noticed a small light in the distance.

Maybe it's there. With such a guess, Jiang Nanchu worked hard to support his body, and staggered step by step towards the direction of light. The cry became clearer and clearer, and the little light grew bigger and bigger, gradually becoming clearer, and a back was faintly visible.

When she finally got closer, it turned out to be a girl kneeling on the ground with her back to her. The body leaned forward slightly, as if taking care of something, the white shirt, the smooth black hair was draped on it, and the fiery red skirt was very eye-catching, like a bewitching flower blooming on the ground. The girl cried very sadly, and the little one shook with the cry. The voice was very familiar, who was it, who was it?

"Who are you?" said his own voice. Jiang Nanchu's heart began to jump suddenly.

The girl heard the voice, her back stiffened visibly, and the shaking of her shoulders stopped. She slowly turned her face.

"Zhuo Er......" Jiang Nanchu's voice was only half of his voice and choked in his throat.

The girl with red eyes in front of her is clearly Zhuoer, but she is so young, about 15 or 6 years old. Her turned face was full of sadness and grievance, and her red eyes were filled with mist, looking at her in a fog.

She wanted to ask Drow why she was so sad, but she found that she couldn't make any sound, as if there were invisible hands that had taken every syllable out of her mouth. Sora let her lips open and close without a sound. She wanted to step forward and hug Drow, who seemed helpless, but she was pinned to the ground and couldn't move. The hand stretched out stiffly, but it couldn't touch the crying child, and the fingertips trembled softly in the cold.

Drow seemed to recognize her, and looked at her face in a daze, with heartbreaking despair in his eyes.

"Nan Chu, will you give it back to me?" said Zhuo Er slowly, his voice shattered. Tears slipped out of the wide open eyes, flowed down the beautiful cheeks, and fell down the sharp tips drop by drop.

"I'll give you whatever you want!" she moved her lips eagerly, but she still didn't make a sound.

"Give it back to me, Nan Chu, give it back to me. Drow muttered, slowly standing up, and slowly turning to face her.

Only then did she see that what Zhuoer had been holding in her arms was a puppet, a delicate puppet. Doll wearing sneakers, jeans, white shirt. Zhuoer walked towards her step by step, Jiang Nan looked at it again, and the puppet suddenly had a Xia Yinxuan's face. Jiang Nanchu only felt that his scalp was numb for a while.

"Give it back to me, Nan Chu. Give it back. Drow muttered as he walked toward her.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound, she wanted to turn and run away, but she couldn't. The body trembled uncontrollably, like the dead leaves of the branches in the autumn wind.

As Drow got closer, she could even see the flowers splashing one by one. Those ticking sounds seemed to be the drumbeat that urged thousands of ants to crawl and gnaw on her heart.

In her fear, Drow had already walked in front of her. I don't know when, the tears that kept pouring out of her eyes turned red like blood. A face full of resentment, unwillingness and sadness came to Jiang Nanchu's eyes. Suddenly, Drow roared hysterically at her.

"Where did you take his heart??You give it back to me!!You give it back to me!!"

Drow held the doll in front of her eyes, a black hollow that seemed to engulf her. Drow's crying screams shook her eardrums, her heart, her whole soul.

"You give me back his heart!!"

"Ah~~~~" she finally let out a terrible scream. The body also struggled with it.

Jiang Nanchu came back to her senses and found that there was any fog around, Zhuo Er and a puppet that resembled Xia Yinxuan, at this moment she was sitting on the soft sofa, only a frightened big flower cat under the coffee table, looking at her with wary and puzzled eyes.

She hugged herself tightly and curled herself into a small ball. The heart in the chest was still beating suddenly, and the breathing was a little light. His body was covered in cold sweat.

It turned out to be a dream. It's just a dream.

Zhuo'er's heart-rending cry in the dream seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and the puppet that resembled Xia Yinxuan was also so real. Zhuo'er, who met at noon, was actually shouting such words to her in his heart. It's just that I really don't have the courage to listen and think. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, she just wants to escape quietly, she just doesn't want to appear weak in front of the people she loves and loves her, she just hopes that everyone will remember her beautiful self in the end. It's just a small wish. Who knew that such a small wish had evolved into what it is today. Did you do something wrong?

The pain gradually turned into a disaster. Jiang Nanchu tried hard to put his hand against his stomach, trying to reduce the pain, but it was only in vain. Trembling, she struggled to dig out the medicine she had brought back from the hospital this morning from her bag that had been thrown on the floor. She hurriedly swallowed the pill and curled up hard, waiting for the raging pain in her body to subside. Beads of sweat slipped down drop by drop, soaked bangs weakly stuck to his forehead, and as the pain passed little by little, there was a name in his heart and a loud cry in his heartbeat. Xia Yinxuan!Xia Yinxuan!Xia Yinxuan!!

After a long time, the storm in his body finally subsided. Jiang Nanchu leaned weakly on the sofa, there was silence all around, only Shakespeare rubbing at his feet. The desire in my heart is like a prairie fire, burning mercilessly. The phone was within reach, and the hand stretched and contracted, shrunk and stretched, and finally picked it up after struggling for a long time.

The buttons seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Jiang Nanchu pressed the familiar numbers one by one, using all his might. She carefully brought the earpiece to her ear, her nervous palms were full of cold sweat, and her heartbeat sounded like a drum. The ringtones on the phone kept babbling and singing, and she couldn't hear a word of what she was singing nervously, she only felt that it was a sad tune.

It seemed like she had been waiting for a century, and she was ready to put down the phone when a familiar low voice came from there.

"Hey, hello. The cacophony of the background didn't dampen the vibration of the familiar sound.

Jiang Nanchu raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly, and his heartbeat seemed to stop in an instant.

"Hey, who is it?" The noisy background on the other end of the phone became quieter, and Xia Yinxuan's magnetic voice became clearer. Xia Yinxuan's gentle smiling face and the shocking puppet marquee continued to rotate in front of Jiang Nanchu's eyes. She gripped her fingers tightly and didn't make a sound.

Jiang Nanchu never dared to make any sound, and the other end of the phone also fell silent. They relied on such a thin rope, quietly listening to each other's breathing, waiting for each other to speak.

After a long time, he came from the phone with a faint sigh, a long breath with a faint melancholy. Jiang Nanchu let go of his clenched fingers and took a deep breath, hoping to get the strength to face Xia Yinxuan. However, just as she was about to speak, Xia Yinxuan's distant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Drow......" he said, "is that you?"

Jiang Nanchu seemed to be burned by the phone, and hung up the phone with a snap, unable to help himself.

Xia Yinxuan is calling Zhuoer's name, it's Zhuoer. Shouldn't she be happy, her friend gets what she wants, her lover is no longer sad, aren't these all the results she wants?

The phone rang without warning, which made Jiang Nan startled. The ringtone was heard in silence, and Jiang Nan's heart turned a hundred times in his heart, could this call be dialed back by him? The hand slowly stretched out, but when the fingertips touched the phone, it seemed to be burned and retracted.

Jiang Nanchu warned himself in his heart that this call should not be answered. Now that it's over, let's let the past pass. She closed her eyes and covered her hand lightly, hoping that the annoying bell would end soon because of the cold. Finally stopped, and she just wanted to let go of her ears, but the bell rang again with perseverance. The jingle of the bell repeatedly slammed into the air, and she stared blankly at the phone. The sound made the mood uneasy, and the longing that had cooled down burned again. The sound of jingling bells is like the burning wind, and the flames in the chest are getting hotter and hotter.

couldn't hide, Jiang Nanchu took a deep breath again, calmed his chaotic and anxious mind a little, and then resolutely picked up the phone.

"Hello. This time, Jiang Nanchu decided to face it bravely, and he couldn't wait to open his mouth when he picked up the microphone. She forced herself to compose, but her voice came out almost broken.

"Nan Chu?"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, she slipped off the sofa weakly and sat on her knees on the cold floor. With great determination and courage, she was ready to meet the oncoming punches, but who knew that it was a tael of cotton thrown over. It was as if a piece had been hollowed out in my heart, as if I was coldly disappointed

"Fu Zekai" she called out the name of the person on the other end of the phone, and spit out the breath that had been hanging tightly in her throat.

"Drow, Drow??"

The beauty in front of him didn't move his call, and Xu Dachuan couldn't help but sigh. This girl doesn't know where she has gone. She was the one who called herself out to eat with her, and she was the one who started to wander before the dish was served.

"Zhuoer?" Xu Dachuan called out again unwillingly. This time, he stretched out his hand and dangled in front of her eyes, hoping to catch the lost soul of the person in front of her.

"Huh?" Drow finally came to his senses. She felt a little sorry for the iQue just now, so she smiled sweetly at Xu Dachuan and said, "Third brother, did you go well to the UK to discuss the project this time?"

"Yo, when will you care if I'm going well? Is it possible to change sex?" Xu Dachuan looked at the woman in front of him with a smile. She smiled as brightly, but she couldn't hide the resentment in her eyes.

"Look at what you said, third brother, I have always been the most partial to you among my brothers. Drow pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. The brows pretended to hold out a small Sichuan character.

The slight movements made Xu Dachuan's heart soften, she was still so childish in front of her, and she didn't even change her coquettish appearance. When she was a child, she was always like this when she was wrapped around him and asked him to play with her, with a red mouth, frowning, with these moisture in her big eyes, grabbing the hem of his clothes, shaking constantly, begging, "Third brother, it's okay, it's okay." ”

obviously didn't want her to follow, every time she let her follow, he was always ridiculed by his peers, laughing at him for being a big nanny. Every time, I obviously planned to refuse sternly, but when I saw her like this, the words that came out of my mouth became okay again. After succeeding, she always happily dragged him, padd, chirped, and kissed him on the cheek very loudly. Then he grinned and said, "The third brother is the best." "It's always a moment of refreshment than eating ice cream. I can't tell why I've been playing with her, it's because of her soft pleading, third brother, it's good, it's good, it's not good, or because of her sweet drowned smile after she succeeded.

Pulling back his distant thoughts, Xu Dachuan took out a beautifully packaged box from his bag and handed it to Zhuoer.

"Don't pretend. You know you're here to ask for a gift. He made a look that he had already seen through her purpose.

"The third brother is the best. And so she said. Xu Dachuan looked at the person in front of him and smiled sweetly at him, and then lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, like a kitten that had been caught stealing. Although I don't know when I didn't have the treatment of chirping, but looking at her blushing smile and listening to the sweet praise, Xu Dachuan's heart became like ice cream, melting sweetly.

"Why chocolate again? I'm not just a laughing kid who likes candy. Drow on the other side unpacked the package and complained with a pouting of dissatisfaction.

"Why, don't eat it. Then I took it back. He smiled and gestured to get it back.

"No, it's mine. Drow hid the box behind him, and stared at him with wide eyes, as alert as a cat defending his fish.

"I won't rob you. Hehe. He couldn't help but chuckle out loud, and Wen Yan comforted her.

He knows that she is a chocolate-addicted master, but she is also a physique that is easy to get angry, and she will have nosebleeds if she eats too much. When she was young, Chen's mother was afraid that she didn't know moderation and always refused to eat. Once, Chen's father's old comrade-in-arms came back from abroad and brought a box of chocolates. While the adults were talking, she secretly moved to the table and gently opened the box. Inside the dark brown box are chocolates wrapped in a sparkling coat of flowers, which is very tempting. Originally, she just wanted to see it, where could she resist such a temptation. So he stretched out his little hand and grabbed at the flickering sweet temptation. Before her hand touched the chocolate, Chen's mother's five fingers were branded on the back of her white and tender hand. Wronged, she ran to him to complain, and then with tears on her little face, she swore and said: "When I grow up, I must eat all the chocolates in the world, must, must!" Her little fists clenched tightly, as if only in this way can she get the power to realize her ideals.

Later, when she grew up, she may not have remembered the childish vows she made when she was a child, but he still remembered the serious little face with crystal tears, so every time he left and came back, the gift to her was always chocolate. Local chocolates for all tastes.

The dishes are delicate, the colors are pleasant, the fragrance is fresh, and the table is full of dazzling colors. Just looking at it makes people feel appetizing. Xu Dachuan was indeed hungry, and he was very happy to eat. In the interval, he found that the person opposite had not made a sound for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw Zhuoer holding chopsticks in a daze, and his eyes seemed to be following something.

He followed her gaze and saw that Drow was just looking at the back of an ordinary waiter. The uniform of the same modified pink cheongsam is nothing special. When the other party turned to the side of his face, Xu Dachuan saw some clues.

"Hey, don't say it, this waiter's side face looks a little similar to Nan Chu. Before he could finish speaking, Drow on the other side suddenly trembled slightly.

"Yes. It's kind of like. She lowered her head and replied casually. Then he casually stuffed something into his mouth as if he were disguised.

"Hey??wait ......," Xu Dachuan hadn't said yet. Over there, Drow was already choking and coughing, his face was flushed, and tears were coming down his face. She only found out when she stuffed it in her mouth. It turned out that the thing I picked up randomly was half a red and hot pepper.

Xu Dachuan hurriedly stood up and handed over the water cup and tissue, and then gently patted her back to help her breathe. In his mouth, he muttered: "Why are you so careless." ”

Zhuoer seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around and grabbed Xu Dachuan's hand, and the black and white pupils looked at him fixedly.

"Third brother, do you know someone from the S University Affiliated Hospital?" she said.

"There are one or two. What's wrong?" he felt just confused. His hands were clenched, and Drow's nails were stuck in the flesh, and there was a tingling pain.

"Third brother, can you do me a favor?" though I don't know what Drow is nervous about. But the pleading look in his eyes still made him say good words without thinking

"Third brother, help me check, has Nan Chu been to the Affiliated Hospital of S University recently to see a doctor or run errands. Hearing his consent, her hand gradually loosened, but her eyes still looked at him earnestly.

"Good. I'll check it for you. What happened to Nan Chu?" Xu Dachuan squatted beside him and patted the back of her hand gently, trying to make her more relaxed.

I don't know what's wrong with her, she suddenly evaporated from the world, broke up with Xia Yinxuan, resigned from the company, and sold the house. The phone is always turned off......" She lowered her head and said softer and softer, Xu Dachuan shook her hand tightly, and said gently: "I will check it for you." Don't worry. ”

"Thank you, third brother. She squeezed out a smile at him. This reluctant smile made Xu Dachuan feel very distressed.

The two continued to eat. Zhuoer got Xu Dachuan's promise to help, and his heart seemed to be let go. The two talked and laughed and ate, and the atmosphere was very good.

"Bai Moonlight, somewhere in my heart, so bright, but so cold......" The slightly bleak mobile phone ringtone bluntly intervened into a fusion atmosphere.

Drow took out his phone and gestured and began to answer the phone. Xu Dachuan muttered to himself: "Why do you use such a miserable and miserable tune." ”

"Hey, hello...... What the?...... Okay, I'll come right over. Seeing that her face turned pale, he vaguely felt that something urgent had happened.

Sure enough, Zhuoer put down the phone and said to him, "Third brother." I'm sorry. I can't accompany you anymore. I have something urgent and I have to go first. As he spoke, he eagerly pulled out his wallet. Seeing that he was about to stretch out her hand to stop him, she glared at him fiercely with her eyes and said, "I will invite you this time." Then he put down a few pink bills and turned to leave.

Looking at the chocolates on the table that she hurriedly left, Xu Dachuan inexplicably felt a trace of sour disappointment in his heart, and the previous food was now in his mouth as if he was chewing wax, and he suddenly felt interested. He asked to pay the bill, but who knew that it was the little waiter who looked a little like Jiang Nanchu, he pointed to the chocolate on the table and said, "Give it to you." Then he looked at the little waiter's face full of excitement and surprise, smiled, and strode away.

"How is he?" Drow asked the bartender eagerly.

"It's fine. Lie in the corner over there. Nor do you make trouble. The bartender pointed to a corner of the bar by the window. In the dim light, Xia Yinxuan was crooked on the sofa in the booth alone, still wearing a work outfit, but the coat had already been stepped on, the tie didn't know where it went, and the buttons of the shirt were loosened a lot. He lay quietly and unmoving. The light was too dim to make out the expression on his face hiding in the shadows.

"I'm sorry. I'm going to trouble you to help me. Drow said, opening his wallet and pulling out a few bills.

Zhuoer and the bartender worked together to stuff the muddy Xia Yinxuan into his car. The bartender muttered eventfully, "This gentleman is really right." Why are you going to a bar to get drunk with a girlfriend as beautiful as you?" Drow glared at him fiercely. Then ignite the fire, step on the accelerator, and go away.

Coming to her small apartment, she stopped the car and turned off the fire. There was still no movement in the back seat, perhaps he was still sleeping. The strong smell of alcohol in the car, I really don't know how much this person has drunk. Drow opened all the windows and let the cold night breeze blow in, trying to blow away some of the smell that was giving her a headache.

Pulling out her cigarette and lighting the fire, she allowed herself to relax and lean back in the seat. Blowing the cold wind, watching the flames of cigarette butts flicker red in the dark, she wanted to make her mind clear and blank, but those fragments always came unexpectedly, as if she was watching a silent silent film without rules, just a broken picture one by one. There is a youthful and flying self inside, a grinning Xia Yinxuan, and Nan Chu spinning under the begonia tree. There is Xia Yinxuan's hand stretched out to him, and Nan Chu's sad eyes, which are obviously full of heartbreaking tears, but they are so stubborn in their eyes and refuse to fall......

"Give me one too. A hoarse voice came from behind her, pulling her back

"I only have ladies cigarettes. She turned to him and said, handing it over anyway.

The white slender cigarette looked extremely weak in his fingertips. He propped himself up with his other straight hand and leaned in for Drow to light a cigarette for him. Take a deep breath. The faint smell of tobacco and the strong, cold mint smell invaded his lungs and made him cough. He doesn't smoke because Jiang Nanchu doesn't like the taste of tobacco.

"If you don't know how to smoke, don't do it. "I don't know when Drow came to him. He smoked his cigarette and threw it out.

"Come out. Let's go up. Don't get my car dirty. She reached out to help him out of the car, and just carried him step by step towards her little suite.

Before entering the house, Xia Yinxuan couldn't hold back and rushed to the bathroom and vomited. After vomiting, the person is also a lot more comfortable, but he still has no strength when he is soft. Drow helped him sit down on the couch and made him a cup of strong tea, hoping to sober him up.

"Thank you. He said weakly as he leaned back on the couch.

Zhuo Er looked at the beautiful Danfeng eyes, although she had drunk a lot, she knew it. He wasn't actually drunk in his heart. The eyes were clear, and the sadness that precipitated under the eyes could be seen clearly.

Zhuoer sighed and looked at him and said, "The day before yesterday, I met Nan Chu......"

Xia Yinxuan's lamentation interrupted her words. I saw him close his eyes and raise his hand to rub his temples, which seemed to be very uncomfortable. "Can you stop mentioning her?" his voice was weak.

"Nan Chu doesn't seem to be having a good time. The man looks thin......" Drow bit his lip and was silent for half a minute before continuing.

"I told you not to mention her. I don't want to hear that name again!!" Xia Yinxuan suddenly jumped up, her hand slammed on the table in front of her, and the delicate bone china teacup shattered in response. His hand kept clapping on it.

"I've forgotten about her. Why do you mention it!!!!!" He roared at her with red eyes, like a beast that had been trampled on in the wounded area. Drow bit his lower lip and said nothing.

Xia Yinxuan finally quieted down, leaned weakly on the sofa, and closed her eyes tightly. All he felt was his temples throbbing. It was like someone had pressed a big stone slab, and it hurt like a stuffy pain. He gasped for breath, trying to shake away the invisible slate, and his face seemed to have a small worm crawling, wet and slippery.

After a long time, he felt a pair of cold hands, grabbed his right hand, and there was a hot pain. He opened his eyes to see Drow with a medical kit and kneeling in front of him, rubbing alcohol on his injured hand.

The tingling sensation made him subconsciously want to withdraw his hand, but she grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Don't move. It hurts a little. It'll be fine in a while. Drow's voice was gentle, letting his tense heart relax.

He watched quietly as she sprinkled powder on his wounds. Then he bandaged him with white gauze round by round, and his movements were gentle as if he was caring for a piece of jewelry. The side face of her lowered head was so beautiful, and the soft curves seemed to pass through a layer of holy light.