After sending off Shiyu, Ye Wenxuan returned home. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info looking at the home in the dim light, and the heart is empty.

Go back to where you were and sit in the same position. As if he could still feel the temperature of the poetry rain, Ye Wenxuan's heart was desolate at the moment.

He took out a goblet from the wine cabinet on the side and took out a bottle of red wine.

The red wine swayed in the shiny goblet, and Ye Wenxuan looked at the moonlight in the sky. But there has never been a moment of peace in my heart, as if it was a mess.

Slowly sip the red wine in the glass, and the faint sourness and mellow feeling permeate the mouth.

One sip after another, cup after cup, bottle after bottle......

Ye Wenxuan's consciousness was gradually a little blurred, but his heart was clear.

His eyes wandered, looking at the emptiness and darkness of his home. In his eyes, he seemed to see a phantom that seemed to be nothing, as if Shiyu was still at home.

Suddenly, Ye Wenxuan felt that the original perfect home was suddenly no longer perfect at this moment.

Ye Wenxuan took out his mobile phone and dialed Shiyu's number again. But the phone that used to be answered immediately is now busy.

Ye Wenxuan hung his hand in despair, and the mobile phone slipped from his hand.

Some people say that wine is the key to releasing the sadness in people's hearts, and he can infinitely amplify and amplify the emotions in people's hearts when they are drunk.

In the dead of night, Ye Wenxuan drank alone on the small balcony, and finally dragged his heavy body and staggered back to the bedroom. The balcony was a mess of wine bottles, and a red sun gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance, and the night had passed......

Lying on the soft big bed, Ye Wenxuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

However, Ye Wenxuan still held his eyelids, opened his Weibo, and silently wrote a small poem.

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Pitch black night, white ceiling,

Dumbfounded gaze,

A cloud of mist blindfolded his eyes,

Chaotic thoughts are like messy threads,

Good and bad,

I can't tell it, and I can't take it apart,

I want to go to sleep,

But the more sober he is,

Send my thoughts,

bumped into your black screen,

Dawn, tears stopped,

Greet with a smile,

DID YOU KNOW THAT

I couldn't sleep last night.

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Ye Wenxuan used all his strength to write this little poem, and he could no longer resist the mental sleepiness and fell asleep deeply.

The sunlight outside began to rise slowly.

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Early in the morning, Times Entertainment.

Li Yuxin hurried over, came to the company and went directly to Ran Yirou's office.

"Mr. Ran, the boss's phone can't get through, and what to do with this poem, this is a love poem!" Li Yuxin didn't know what to do.

In principle, this kind of poem should not appear on Ye Wenxuan's Weibo. But this was written by Ye Wenxuan himself, and Li Yuxin had no right to delete it.

The key is that Li Yuxin can't contact Ye Wenxuan now, so he doesn't know what to do, and he is caught in a contradiction.

Ran Yirou was also rushed by Ye Wenxuan's sudden love poem, and it was only six o'clock in the morning, and it was still far from the time to go to work at half past eight.

Ran Yirou rubbed her temples, and now she also had a headache.

After thinking about it for a while, he still said to Li Yuxin: "You will log in to his Weibo and delete his poem." Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many people seeing it now, I quickly deleted it. ”

Ran Yirou thought about it, but decided to delete it.

Li Yuxin got Ran Yirou's permission and walked out of Ran Yirou's office.

Ran Yirou moved her gaze back to her screen, looking at the little poem written by Ye Wenxuan, her eyes thoughtful.

"The tears stopped in the morning, and I couldn't sleep last night. Wenxuan: What's going on, what's going on, tomorrow is the competition of "I Am a Singer". Ran Yirou muttered to herself.

took out his mobile phone and dialed Ye Wenxuan's call again, but there was still no answer.

Ran Yirou thought about it and called Wang Shiyu, but it was still a busy tone, and no one answered at all.

"Could it be that something happened to these two little couples?" Ran Yirou couldn't sit still at the moment.

has been following Ye Wenxuan for more than a year, and I know best what kind of person Ye Wenxuan is. Ran Yirou was a little worried about Ye Wenxuan, and pressed the pager to call Xu Rou outside.

"Xiaorou, where are you still the key to Wenxuan's house, do you still have one, you ......"

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Ye Wenxuan was groggy and didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he woke up again because he was hungry. My stomach was growling, and my stomach hurt a little when I was hungry.

My head is a little heavy, my eyes are a little swollen, and my body is weak.

"Hey, what smell, so fragrant?" Ye Wenxuan sat on the bed and slowed down for a while, and suddenly smelled a rich fragrance, and thought secretly.

Starting from the bed, he pushed open the door of his room and walked out.

The wine bottles that were originally full of the balcony have long disappeared at this moment, and the originally scattered house has also been cleaned up.

Just after Ye Wenxuan was a little dazed, Ran Yirou walked out of the kitchen, saw Ye Wenxuan standing in place dazed, and smiled slightly.

"Wen Xuan, are you awake, I cooked you some lean porridge, you drank so much wine, there should be nothing left in your stomach that has been digested by alcohol, come and drink a little." Ran Yirou said with a smile.

Ye Wenxuan was a little silent, silently walked to Ran Yirou's side, pulled out a chair, and sat down at the dining table.

"Sister Yirou, why are you here?" Ye Wenxuan lowered his head and took a sip of porridge, licked his mouth, and raised his head to ask, Gu Bo was not shocked in his eyes.

The fragrant lean porridge exudes a strong fragrance, which makes Ye Wenxuan have a great appetite and a good appetite. One bite after another was sent to the mouth, and after a while, the bowl was finished.

"It's not you yet, I can't contact you. Coupled with the poem you sent last night, I contacted no one and didn't contact you, I'm worried that you'll come over. Ran Yirou said as she gave Ye Wenxuan another bowl of porridge.

"Poetry, what poetry?" Ye Wenxuan frowned slightly, and he couldn't remember what he sent last night.

Ran Yirou rolled her eyes, it seemed that this young master had forgotten about it.

Helpless, Ran Yirou had no choice but to show Ye Wenxuan the screenshot of the poem, and the original information had been deleted by the people in Li Yuxin's information department.

Ye Wenxuan took it curiously.

Ye Wenxuan looked at a line of small poems on Ran Yirou's mobile phone, and Ye Wenxuan gradually recalled the events of last night.

This poem is a very famous poem "Sleepless Tonight" in the previous life, and after drinking too much last night, I wrote this poem with a feeling in my heart.

After Ye Wenxuan saw it, he silently returned the phone to Ran Yirou. Continue to eat the lean porridge in the bowl with his head down.

"I asked Li Yuxin to delete your Weibo last night. Ran Yirou said.

"Oh, delete it, delete it. Ye Wenxuan didn't seem to mind at all, and said calmly.