When Xie Xiaoyan knocked on the door, Song Wenbei hadn't slept yet. Wearing a white ghost-like bathrobe, he opened the door with his hair dripping with water.

"Wow, Song Wenbei, you don't sleep so late, you are acting in a ghost movie!" Xie Xiaoyan was startled and slapped the shoulder of the party to death.

Song Wenbei ignored her, handed her half a pack of Kaifeng's Leshi, and went back to the sofa to continue watching her ghost movies. Xie Xiaoyan stared at the slightly pale face of her dead friend, this girl, what's wrong. Except for seeing her watch a ghost movie all night when she was out of love, I really haven't seen her sleep so late.

"Song Wenbei, are you okay?"

"Okay, very good, Xie Xiaoyan, I'm getting married today." Song Wenbei pinched a piece of potato chips, behaved elegantly, and said in a calm voice, as if discussing not her marriage, but the price of pork in today's vegetable market.

"Knot, get married, Song Wenbei, you are stupid. It's not April Fool's Day. Xie Xiaoyan touched the forehead of the dead party to confirm that she was not terminally ill. But when I saw the red book on her coffee table, my eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Song Wenbei, you're out of breath! I haven't seen you for a day, and my ** is even married. Xie Xiaoyan hated iron and steel, looking at Song Wenbei, she was full of anger, and even the group of scum she met today didn't make her so angry.

Song Wenbei slowly looked away from the TV screen, looked directly at Xie Xiaoyan, and gently opened his lips: "You should be happy for me, that object, but it's a **." ”

It should have been happy news, but it could come out of Song Wenbei's mouth, but Xie Xiaoyan only heard the meaning of self-deprecation.

"Beibei, you, can't let him go?" Xie Xiaoyan's eyes darkened when she heard the word Gao Gan, Beibei, I'm afraid I can't let go of that person......

"Xie Xiaoyan, I didn't!" Song Wenbei almost yelled at Xie Xiaoyan, but the tears in her eyes flickered more and more under the light of the ghost piece Youlan.

"Song Wenbei, admit it, you haven't forgotten him at all! You can't forget him! You've never forgotten him for a second! ”

On the ground, Song Wenbei's body stood stiffly in place, the corners of his mouth raised a mocking arc, and his words were soft: "I'm already sorry for myself, I can't, I'm sorry for others." ”

"Beibei......" Xie Xiaoyan opened her arms and gently hugged the woman who was already full of tears, and her heart hurt dullly. She is always like this, leaving the back of the knife to others, but facing the blade, she stabs herself to the point of blood.

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Early the next morning, two women who were still asleep after crying with their heads were woken up by a phone call, Xie Xiaoyan pushed Song Wenbei, who was sleeping with a mouth full of saliva, "Go answer the phone." He turned over, wrapped himself in the quilt and continued to dream of Zhou Gong.

Song Wenbei pouted dissatisfied, picked up his mobile phone, and roared with anger: "Who! A familiar and cold voice came, Song Wenbei's sleepiness suddenly decreased a little, and when he looked at the screen, it was really Gu Shuning!

The man on the other end of the phone said slowly: "Beibei, come out for a meal, and, do you know Xie Xiaoyan?" ”

Xie Xiaoyan?! Song Wenbei was puzzled, but he didn't show it, made an appointment with the time and place, and got up to push Xie Xiaoyan, who was holding the quilt and refused to let go.

"What are you doing?"

"Take you to meet someone."