Helping You's father and mother send away those who came to Lefan's funeral, I went to Lefan's grave again.

Unexpectedly, I saw Chen Ruihao sitting next to Le Fan's grave in embarrassment, he was only wearing a shirt, and his coat was casually thrown not far away.

He was leaning against Le Fan's tombstone, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and was pouring himself in every sip, I didn't stop it, and I won't stop it.

After Le Fan left, he has been rational and sober to handle Le Fan's posthumous affairs, even if we are all lost because of Le Fan's departure, he is the only one, still trying to persevere, and the tasks assigned to him by Le Fan, one by one, meticulously completed.

I knew that at this moment, when he was alone, he needed a quiet space to give him a cathartic gap. The pain in his heart is no less than that of any of us.

The bottle of wine was already half gone, and he seemed to be numb, and kept drinking the wine into his stomach like water.

His eyes had begun to fade, but those godless eyes were slowly starting to turn red.

Finally, at a certain moment, the tight string in my heart broke.

There was a shattering sound, and he slammed the bottle to the ground.

Clear liquid splattered, but I saw a color that was redder than blood.

He stood up, panting roughly, his face was hideous, his eyes were full of bloodshot that made his heart tremble, and he was slightly drunk, his face was not flushed as he imagined, but pale.

The moment the bottle shattered, it was broken, and there was also that fragile heart.

I watched his movements almost coldly, and even I was surprised, at this moment, I didn't feel a little sad to see him in pain. Looking at him was like watching a stranger go crazy drunk.

If I hadn't been able to feel the temperature on my own, I would have wondered if I was still alive.

I knew that from the moment Le Fan's breath fell, we were all sick......

"Chen Ruihao ......"

I shouted softly, not calling the boss, not calling the sir, not calling... Ruihao. Instead, like a stranger, calling his name, there was no longer the throbbing in my heart that I once had.

He turned his head and looked at me, his face still hideously confused.

It took him a while to recognize me, "Russell..."

I didn't speak.

He turned around, lowered his head, and his hand fell on Le Fan's tombstone, and with our silence, a strange atmosphere surrounded us, and we didn't move, just quietly looking at Le Fan's grave.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Hehehe......"

A low and somewhat eerie laugh came out of his mouth, and my heart suddenly ached violently, and the sound was like a silk thread, winding around my heart, and I felt that my heart seemed to be drenched in blood under that tight entanglement.

"Look, Rush, she's such a fool! When I used to say that she was stupid, she always retorted stupidly, you see, I'll just say, she's really a stupid person! ”

Chen Ruihao said in a low voice, and the low and terrible laughter came out of his mouth again.

Then there was another moment of silence, and I saw his slightly trembling body and heard a low sobbing in the air.

"Russell, you say, did she regret it when she woke up?" Chen Ruihao asked in his hoarse voice.

I remained silent and didn't answer, because I knew he wasn't asking for an answer from me.

"You Lefan, why... Why... Why make such a choice, it doesn't matter even if it costs your life? Do you really like it that much? Like it, you can ruin your life for such a meaningless reason? ……”

He muttered to himself, asking.

He didn't understand, and I didn't understand either; He couldn't understand it, and I couldn't.

We're all doing the same thing, never agreeing with it, but we're desperate to support it. Sometimes I feel very cold when I think about it, because Le Fan is dead, Chen Ruihao and I are not accomplices, if the person who knows Le Fan's decision is You Dad or You Mom, may they agree with Le Fan to make this decision?

Speaking of which, I really feel that sometimes I am very similar to Chen Ruihao.

Perhaps, that's why I like him, and why, he doesn't like me.

After a long time, perhaps because he had finished venting, his emotions calmed down, and he silently stroked Le Fan's tombstone, hooking his lips and smiling.

"Russell, I'm going abroad."

He suddenly said this, and to my surprise, I was not surprised at all to hear him say this.

It was like listening to a stranger say this, and there was no fluctuation in my heart.

I didn't speak, he looked up at me, and if I ignored his red and swollen eyes, his smile was as warm and bright as it was when I first met him.

"Do you want to leave with me?" He asked me with a smile.

I looked at him indifferently, then at Le Fan's tombstone, chuckled, and then shook my head.

He chuckled: "Actually, I knew what your choice was before I even opened my mouth, and the decision I know Luo Su will definitely make is to refuse." ”

I still didn't speak, and at this time, I suddenly felt that I was more suitable to be a listener to Chen Ruihao, because I felt that many times, he didn't need me to speak, I was just the object of his confiding, and that's it.

"Actually, that day, Le Fan talked to me, with you, and with Roman alone, she said, I hope I can marry you in the end, she said, you love me and deserve my love. So, I said yes...... I will marry you as long as you want. Now, are you still willing to go with me? ”

I looked at Chen Ruihao, he didn't seem to have changed anything over the years.

I wondered, when the hell did I fall in love with him? Why do I like him?

I can't tell.

I only know that when I found out that I liked him, he had already taken root in my heart and couldn't be torn off.

Sometimes, love makes me yearn for it, but it also makes me feel terrified.

Le Fan loves Zhang Yiyang, has loved for so many years, and finally lost because of this love.

I love Chen Ruihao, no less than Le Fan loves Zhang Yiyang, but I will not ruin my life for an unattainable love like Le Fan.

……

I didn't go to see him off on the day Chen Ruihao left.

For me, for him, this is the end.

I don't know if we will see each other again in the future, but I can be sure that in the future, we will all become each other's most indifferent memories.