Seeing that everyone had no idea, Xiang Xiaoyuan wiped his tears, calmed down, and said to the sword spirit: "You hurry up and go to Su Ping and them, it's really troublesome, we can't subdue them without men." ”

The sword spirit let out a "hey", turned around and ran to find Su Ping.

Xiaoyuan organized everyone to move the table to see what was going on inside.

After all, there is still a knife for peeling fruit on the table, although Zhong Yuan may not be able to beat Bian Haicheng, but seeing Bian Haicheng's state is simply loveless, it is difficult to guarantee that Zhong Yuan, who is angry, will not fight back.

After a while, Su Ping and his party hurriedly ran up, and everyone told them about the situation, and Su Ping and they were also very anxious.

Now there is no movement in the door, which makes everyone even more uneasy, and they really can't but pry the door.

Everyone was in a hurry, but the door suddenly opened.

I saw Zhong Yuan push Bian Haicheng out, and then said to everyone very calmly: "It's all gone, it's nothing serious." Oh, and while everyone is here, I won't be notified one by one. We're not married, that's it!"

With that, the door closed with a "bang".

Bian Haicheng frowned and held back his tears, pulled everyone away, and ran downstairs.

Xiang Xiaoyuan looked at his back stupidly, and then came back to his senses and slammed the door frantically.

Liang Jingtao looked at Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was crying into tears, and was very distressed, but Xiaoyuan asked everyone to leave.

Now is not the time to solve the problem by sitting in a pile, what I am most afraid of is that Zhong Yuan can't think about it.

Xiao Yuan knew that the more she looked free and easy, the more she was holding back in her heart, just afraid that she would do something stupid.

Zhong Yuan is well-known for admitting death, this kind of thing is difficult for ordinary people to accept, I'm afraid she can't get out of the horns.

Xiang Xiaoyuan kept knocking on the door, talking to Zhong Yuan, and didn't care whether the other party answered or not.

"Zhong Yuan, you say something! I know you're sad, but don't think about it!"

There was no sound at the door.

"Zhong Yuan won't kill himself, right?" Pan Pan whispered.

Leyi glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense, Zhong Yuan will definitely not!"

That being said, no one has a bottom in their hearts.

Until the lights went out at night, I couldn't hear any movement over there, everyone was at a loss, and no one could do anything.

Xiaoyuan knocked on the door again: "Zhong Yuan, you sleep, sleep and you'll be fine tomorrow." You still have us, we are always with you!"

After that, she brought her futon and spread it at Zhong Yuan's door, and said to them, "You all go to sleep, I'll keep watch, if there's anything wrong, I'll call you." ”

was willing to look at her, and also brought his own quilt, and hugged her without saying a word.

Pan Pan and Jian Ling also squeezed over, because there was really no place, and they were willing to forcibly let Zhai Yu and Xiao Qing go back, and the four of them just stood at Zhong Yuan's door.

It was late at night, and the moonlight shone through the window opposite, sprinkling a white frost on the ground, and it felt cold to look at.

The four girls snuggled together, just silently shedding tears.

No one could have imagined how beautiful Chung Hara, who was happily fantasizing about being a bride at that time, and that picture eventually came to naught. Everyone worked together to help her renovate the house, and Zuihou became a sad place.

At that time, they were ambiguous, but Xiaoyuan and the girls who were willing to take the whole building helped them pierce this layer of window paper. (PS: Volume 1, Chapter 12, "Don't Pick White, Don't Pick")

At that time, they sang: "Send you outside the village, there is a saying to explain, although the flowers are blooming now, don't pick the wildflowers on the roadside......"

It was as if it had become a curse, and the flower had not yet bloomed to its fullest glory, but it withered in an instant, just because of the spread of the wild flower.

It's ironic that all of this good thing has become a reason to be sad.

Willing to hold Xiang Xiaoyuan's hand tightly, she was able to hide it for so long, she knew that Xiaoyuan must be crazy at that time, but she still wanted to find the most suitable way, try not to make Zhong Yuan sad.

If you put on yourself, you may not be able to stand it for a minute.

Sometimes we are not brave enough, not because of cowardice, but because we love someone too much and are too afraid that she will be hurt.

There is no way to say the words "long pain is better than short pain".

It hurts no matter what, and the pain is like pulling out a full mouthful of teeth. Even though the wound will heal one day, those black holes are a reminder of what kind of pain it was.

Zhong Yuan nested alone in the bed for a long time, and she took out two bottles of liquor from under the bed.

The wine was bought to be used as a wedding drink, and the joy became a ridiculous joke.

However, the two bottles of wine did not make her drunk.

If you are not drunk, how can you relieve your sorrows? If you are not drunk, how can you numb yourself, it is a dream.

In this joke, she didn't know that the other party was splitting her legs when she was about to get married, and she was waiting for the day when her wedding came.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

People who are used to being strong, even if their hearts are broken into slag, they must take something and put it in it as complete.

She looked at the knife on the table, and at that moment, she really grabbed it and pointed it at Bian Haicheng's throat.

She asked for his explanation, and if it wasn't reasonable, she didn't know what she would do.

This is a two-year relationship and a lifelong agreement, and it disappeared in an instant.

But after listening to Bian Haicheng's words, she slowly put the knife on the table, and then opened the door to push him out.

She suddenly felt the powerlessness of that reality, no one was wrong, only this time, this place and the morning and twilight who had fallen in love.

Zhong Yuan slowly climbed out of bed, her hair was long, draped from her shoulders and scattered in the moonlight.

The beautiful long hair, like a river flowing on the white sand, carries a bit of bleakness and sadness in such a night.

She grabbed the knife and gently gestured at her wrist, would it hurt to cut it?

A voice in the soul kept shouting: "Hurry, hurry, just once, and my heart won't hurt!"

She was dazed, not knowing whether to heed the voice or not.

Suddenly, there was a soft "bang" on the door.

Zhong Yuan put down the knife, slowly walked to the door, and gently opened the door.

Then the tears could no longer be controlled.

Because right at her door, the four girls snuggled up and dozed off. They were crowded very tightly, because it was cold underground, and they were covered with only a thin layer of mattresses, and their bodies were covered with two quilts that were not too thick.

They have been worrying about her and guarding her.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan suddenly felt that the veil covering his brain had been lifted away, and Shijie brightened up again.

The voice that had been calling her in her heart grew softer and weaker, until it disappeared without a trace.

Xiang Xiaoyuan's head rested on the door, and the door suddenly opened, and she leaned back a little before waking up.

"Zhong Yuan!" everyone woke up when they heard her scream.

Zhong Yuan took them in his arms and began to cry.

Even if you lose Aiqing, at least your sisters are there, they are your eternal wealth, and you never have to worry that they will betray you and hurt you.

There are not so many lives to have, and it is enough to have a confidant.