Later, he didn't come, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was the time when the spring heart sprouted, proud and sensitive, lest he lose face in front of his beloved, but what did it matter if he didn't come, she couldn't remember the past.

How good it is, their future is undoubtedly without her, and her future is without them.

As for Nangong Lie, he only came once, and he only came to see if she was really crazy or pretending.

She crouched in the corner, shivering.

Nangong Lie walked over and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Wu Yu showed a mysterious smile: "You want to know." ”

Nangong Lie nodded.

Wu Yu grinned and said, "I'm looking at the gorilla." ”

Nangong Lie looked around and asked, "Where are the gorillas?" ”

Wu Yu waved her hands, her mouth made an oh oh oh sound, she looked at him slightly nervously: "Where, hehe, isn't it right in front of my eyes." ”

Nangong Lie looked at her like that, he was not angry, he was not smiling, he had to frown and suppress his anger, and was about to continue to ask, Wu Yu shouted and ran away: "Ahhhh ”

Nangong Lie also lost his temper, and he couldn't do anything wrong with a crazy person.

In addition, Dongfang Ling actually came once.

It was a long time later, so long that there were wrinkles on the corners of their eyes and foreheads, and there was an old saying that they should not know when they met, and laughed at my early birth.

He sat quietly in front of her, peeling melon seeds in his hand, and handed them to her one by one, and she took the entrance quietly.

Before leaving, Dongfang Ling only left one sentence: "At the banquet, my sister said that the only thing she recognized in this life was you. ”

If Wu Yu is sober, she can still remember the picture that the system had made her see, the arrogant and reserved woman said the same thing to her brother on the day of a woman's death.

She said: "Brother, sister-in-law, I admit that she is one." ”

It turns out that some things, no matter how much they change, the ending will not change, obviously Wu Yu never remembered seeing them this time, but he still got such appreciation.

With the passing of Qiu Zijiao, gradually the years were barren and turned into the last bit of sand in the hourglass, and no one came after that, and she was forgotten in the memories that everyone did not want to recall.

Wu Yu went to the most famous hospital for the treatment of mental illness in China when Jiang Yiyi's physical age was twenty-four, and since then he has never been able to see the outside world again.

On the TV screen in the mental hospital, a reporter talked eloquently, as if he had to say everything he had to say for the rest of his life today, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to say it in the future.

The reporter asked: "As the president of the four major consortia, the head of the Nangong family already has everything, and he is just a confidant, but I heard that the head of the Nangong family is very close to the fiancée of the head of the Beigong family, I don't know how the head of the Nangong family will explain this?" ”

Nangong Lie replied with deep affection: "I have always loved my wife very much, if there is such a problem next time, I think you are not qualified to be a reporter again." ”

The reporter was dumbfounded.

The patients in the psychiatric hospital looked good, and one of the female patients in it suddenly went berserk.

When Jiang Yiyi was thirty-four years old, only Qiu Zijiao was left, and the one-person ward was too boring, but fortunately she was with her.

He didn't say it, she didn't say it, the tacit understanding between the two was just right.

He looked at her, she looked at the ceiling, and both were looking for something in the object they were looking at.

At the age of forty-four, the room was a little lively, and the sound of Qiu Zijiao coughing and sometimes coughing up blood resounded all day long.

He doesn't care if she understands it or not, he just talks about it, about love at first sight, about aiding and abusive, about regret, there are only two people in his story, one is him, the other is her, but this she is not Wu Yu's her, but Jiang Linlin's her.

Love can't be together, life is eight sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, can't ask for it, can't let go.

Love itself is poison, itself is the antidote, but his love cannot become the antidote, so he has to watch himself enter the body little by little and then become terminally ill and die.

That winter, he finally turned into a puff of dust, away from people's worries, Wu Yu did not react to this, but that night, there was still a sigh in her room, a shallow voice, as if it had never appeared.

At the age of fifty-four, Nangong Fu was already thirty-seven years old, and this was the first time he had walked into this hospital after many years.

He looked at the man lying on the bed, and he shouted, "Mom." ”

She was awakened and looked at him in a daze, three o'clock in the night, it was really a very embarrassing time.

He said: "Jiang Guanyu has mastered the other three conglomerates, Aunt Lin jumped off the building last month, and his father died on his 54th birthday. ”

She still didn't respond.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Aunt Lin said I'm sorry for you, she's just for an old man named Nangong You, I'm sorry, I forgot, if you don't take the antidote, you will never wake up." ”

He clapped his hands, and several men in black approached.

He said, "Well, send the old lady on her way." ”

A dose of medicine is in a liquid, and the liquid enters the body, and the cold feeling takes away the sanity and leaves a blank.

She clutched the sheets and spat out six words, she didn't know she couldn't make any sounds, she was saying I always knew.

A tear slid down his cheek and soaked in the sheets, and nothing could be seen.

He waved his hand.

The man in black lifted her body from the bed, her hand gripping the sheet so tightly that it was torn off the moment she lifted it, and there was only a large arrow drawn with an oil pen on the sheet.

Nangong Fu glanced at it, followed the arrow and found another arrow, the arrow was connected, and finally pointed to the floor.

He raised his head, the man in black picked up the floor lightly, and below was a thick stack of him, angry, aggrieved and proud, insincere, pinched face, happy, and the last one was seventeen or eighteen years old.

He said, "Get out." ”

The man in black went out silently.

There was a whimpering cry from the house, like a wounded wolf.

"I hate you and your children, so he is a member of my Nangong family, Nangong is annoying."

She raised him, kept away from him, graced him, educated him, rejoiced in him, and was angry with him.

Obviously, the compromise he made at the beginning was because he wanted her to live well, how did it end up like this, he couldn't understand it, but he couldn't figure it out.

Wu Yu is now squatting in the endless universe, unreliable and unreliable, thinking about what this mission has done, sadness comes from it, and his face is wrinkled like a bun.

She cried, she was only glad that she finally didn't have to act anymore, Mamma Mia, the earth is too terrible, she wants to go back to the universe.