The cold sky looked down on the whole land like a grim reaper, and the cold wind swept through every corner of the earth.

The lonely sycamore stands bare on the side of the road in the city, like a lovelorn man, silent, lonely, and indifferent......

"Zhiqiu, let's break up!"

Ouyang Diewu's ruthless words resounded in Ye Zhiqiu's ears.

"I've been with you for so long, only to realize that you can't give me what I want."

Ye Zhiqiu's face was expressionless, his body seemed to be trembling, he forcibly suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and replied indifferently:

"As you wish. ”

Then he brushed his sleeves and left. After walking about a hundred meters, Ye Zhiqiu stopped, he really wanted to ask "why" loudly, but his arrogant personality made a thousand words stop between his lips and teeth.

Looking back at the distant shadow, his heart was dripping blood.

A Maybach sped by, and the dust splashed fell on Ye Zhiqiu's simple clothes, and the insignificant dust seemed to be so heavy.

The Maybach stopped beside Ouyang Diewu, and a gorgeously dressed man came out of the driver's seat of the car, holding Ouyang Diewu's Qianqianyu hand, and got into the car without looking back.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that the former alliance had become today's mirror.

He vaguely remembered that a few years ago they watched the sunrise on the hillside together, and made the oath of the mountains and seas they had promised in the gentle sun.

"I'm Ouyang Butterfly Dance, I'm Ye Zhiqiu, no matter how rich or poor, no matter how bad my fate is, in this life and this life, I will accompany each other and work together to the end. ”

The oath of the past still echoes in my ears, but what has happened now has made it a nightmare. Ye Zhiqiu really wanted to cry, because of money, the cherished love disappeared, and because of money, the beauty of the past has become a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

The sky began to drizzle, like merciless ridicule, cold sarcasm. Ye Zhiqiu burst into tears and shed one of his few tears.

"After so many years, tears used to be so luxurious, but now they are so cheap. ”

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't distinguish between tears and rain for a long time, laughed at himself, and walked forward alone. People come and go as before, and all that is lost is her company.

Ye Zhiqiu walked straight to the tobacco and alcohol wholesale supermarket at the crossroads, and took out a small amount of cash to buy a pack of 10 yuan of red gold dragons, and the owner of the supermarket was very surprised:

"Where's your little daughter-in-law, young man? besides, I remember that you never smoked. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer, turned around and walked out slowly, the cold wind howling outside seemed to be able to blow him down.

After lighting a cigarette, Ye Zhiqiu came to the small restaurant where they used to be together, the cold wooden table still seemed to have her body fragrance, but the warmth of the past had become the broken liver and intestines now.

"Boss, last beer. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said madly. Ye Zhiqiu drank beer frantically, with a cigarette in his shriveled lips, muttering to himself

"Smoky makeup, wine breaks the bowels, and the sea vows are a thing of the past. ”

After a pause, he continued:

"The sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, and it doesn't matter if you wander the world. ”

He was drunk, drunk through and through. The fragments of memory still show him those gentle years, and everything in the past seems to be cloudy and sunny.

The night of the city is so bright, but now it is so desolate, stumbling on the road, twisting the pace so heavy and difficult.

"I'm alone again from now on, hehe."

Ye Zhiqiu said to himself coldly:

"Hell love or something!"

Back to the small single room I rented in the city, the room in the past was so warm, but now the bed is extremely cold.

But these are no longer important, Ye Zhiqiu just wants to sleep, sleep until the earth is barren, sleep until the past is lost......