Nanjing, on the campus of Hallym College.

It's late at night, and it's past eleven o'clock? Or is it past twelve o'clock? Zhao Yan didn't look at the time, he didn't know, and he didn't care, before coming out of the dormitory, he and Zhang Peng drank all the beer in the dormitory refrigerator together, Zhang Peng was drunk, but he wasn't drunk yet, and he didn't want to sleep if he wasn't drunk.

Falling in love with someone but forcing himself not to chase her, and even deciding to distance herself as much as possible, this kind of thing has never happened in Zhao Yan's past life, and he has never thought about it like this.

In the past, he would definitely chase whoever he liked, even if he couldn't see hope, he would try to create hope, he believed that things were man-made! I also believe that even if he can't succeed in the end, the process of his pursuit is enough to make him nostalgic, and he will not regret it in the future.

But this time, he has to control his feelings and make the opposite choice.

When he came out of the dormitory building just now, Zhao Yan bought two more bottles of beer at the convenience store next to the guard's room, opened one bottle and drank it while walking in his hand, and the other bottle was not opened, but it would be opened after all.

This night, he told himself that he must be drunk! Be sure to get drunk!

There are few people on the asphalt road of the campus, the night shrouds the campus, and also shrouds him, looking up at the night sky, the starlight on the night is completely unaware of the sadness in his heart, and he winks at him mischievously as usual, looking like he is laughing at him, which makes Zhao Yan annoyed at first sight.

"Laughing Nima eggs!"

Zhao Yan walked crookedly blindfolded, angrily raised a middle finger at the stars in the night sky, and then added: "If Nima had an egg......

It's just that in a depressed state of mind, even the anger can't last for a few seconds, and as soon as he lowers his head, his mood drops down again, and his eyes are misty and depressed.

Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a song he heard on Lu Yang's computer, and the perverted memory ability in the dream was also revealed at this moment, obviously he was almost drunk, and his brain was about to turn away, but when he thought of that song, the melody and lyrics of that song were like ringing in his heart, so clear.

"Walking alone down a long street...... Walking alone in the cold night...... What is one running away from? It's not someone else, it's yourself! What is a person afraid of? It's not cold, it's lonely...... Walking alone on a cold street, walking alone in a long night, what does a person want to pursue? Not real...... It's a phantom! What does one want to conquer? It's not the world, it's the ...... of love"

Zhao Yan remembered that the singer who sang this song was surnamed Zheng, Zheng Zhihua.

Lu Yang seems to like his songs very much, on Lu Yang's computer, Zhao Yan found a lot of songs of this singer, Zhao Yan was surprised at the time, because this singer has a lot of good songs, almost every one has a special taste, and his voice seems to be crying, listen to a few more of his songs, you will find this person's talent that people look up to, Zhao Yan once looked for a singer similar to this person in his memory, rummaged through his memory, but he didn't find one.

But this person's songs are not very cheerful, listening to his songs makes people sad, although Zhao Yan thought his songs were very good before, but he didn't like to sing them all the time, but tonight his mood fits, and many of Zheng Zhihua's songs in his mind seem to fit his mood tonight.

But at this time, what he wanted to sing most was this song "Single Runaway".

"A single runaway? Where can you escape? Who can escape themselves? ”

Singing and singing, the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth were overflowing with bitterness, and the taste of self-deprecation couldn't be stronger.

After drinking a bottle of beer, Zhao Yan casually threw the empty wine bottle into the grass on the side of the road, then flicked the cap of another bottle with his thumb, and poured wine into his mouth while tilting his neck while staggering forward.

There were still a few people on the road, and a girl who came with brisk steps saw Zhao Yan's decadent drunkard appearance, subconsciously frowned, glanced at Zhao Yan in disgust, and immediately covered her nose with her little hands, and hurried away from Zhao Yan as if she was escaping the plague.

Zhao Yan's drunken eyes saw it, but a thicker ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Misty drunken eyes scurried around, but couldn't find anything that caught his attention.

So he squinted his eyes again and began to sing another song by Zheng Zhihua.

"I can't find any evidence of being alive, and the asphalt roads in the city are too hard to step on the footprints! Proud and ignorant modern people, I don't know how to cherish, that piece of ocean and fields that have been ruined by civilization, I can only find myself by staying away from the crowd......"

In this way, Zhao Yan is like a drunkard who dreams of death, singing while drinking, but the artistic conception of the lyrics is like everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone, but no one notices these songs that have not been sung under the sky of Daming on such a night.

When he was about to walk to the gate of the academy, a dark cyan car suddenly drove in front of him, and Zhao Yan, who was drunk and hazy, didn't tell what kind of car it was, and swept it at a glance, only feeling that the price should not be low.

At this moment, a boy walked towards him, the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth on both sides curved into a big arc, stopped, stretched out his hand and beckoned to the boy, his eyes tried to open, but he couldn't open them, and the beckoning movement seemed relatively slow, and the alcohol still anesthetized him.

"What's the matter?"

The boy walked up to Zhao Yan suspiciously, stopped when he was two steps away from Zhao Yan, and didn't get close to Zhao Yan anymore.

Zhao Yan half-opened and half-closed his eyes, smiled drunkenly, stepped forward and took the boy's right hand, and then in the boy's stunned eyes, he stuffed the empty wine bottle in his hand into the boy's hand.

Not only that, Zhao Yan also said with a smile: "Come on!" Child! Take it! This is a gift from your brother! Take good care of it! Haha......"

After speaking, Zhao Yan seemed to be very happy, grinning and laughing, laughing so that the boy's face was cloudy, this was simply an insult to Chi Guoguo, but he was sure that the person in front of him was drunk, and normal people didn't want to be serious with drunks, but this really made him angry, a stranger stuffed him with an empty beer bottle, called him a child, and said that it was a gift from his brother and asked him to take good care of it, which was not only an insult, but also taking advantage of him!

"Nima!"

The boy finally didn't hold back, and threw the beer bottle in his hand casually, with a "bang", the empty bottle fell on the asphalt and shattered, the boy glared at Zhao Yan fiercely, and walked away angrily.

The smile on Zhao Yan's face condensed, a fierce light flashed in his drunken eyes, and he slowly looked back at the boy's back, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and shook his head vigorously, when Zhao Yan was about to catch up and teach the boy a lesson, he suddenly seemed to think of something again, couldn't help frowning and thought about it carefully, and then looked back at the broken wine bottle on the road with puzzled eyes.

"Littering! It's really unqualified! What should I do if I get stuck in someone's foot? There is no sense of public morality at all......"

In the dark cyan car that had just stopped on the side of the road, in the driver's seat, Xun Qing saw Zhao Yan shaking his head and muttering, he actually walked over and squatted down, picking up the glass slag on the ground one by one, she obviously saw a fierce light flashing in Zhao Yan's eyes just now, and obviously saw his face darken.

She was almost sure that Zhao Yan was about to catch up with the boy to teach him a lesson, but Xun Qing saw this dramatic scene.

She had seen the scene of Zhao Yan practicing boxing and practicing the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind, and Xun Qing knew very well that even if he was drunk and taught a young man who had vain steps and obviously had not practiced kung fu, there would be no problem.

But he controlled his emotions before the outburst and walked over to pick up the glass shards on the ground.

Isn't he drunk yet?

But if he hadn't been drunk, how could he have just stuffed an empty bottle into a stranger's hand? Is it just a prank?

After hesitating for a moment, Xun Qing pushed open the driver's door, got out of the car, and slowly walked in front of Zhao Yan, looking at Zhao Yan condescendingly with inquiring eyes, and said, "Classmate!" Can I help you? ”

"Who?"

Zhao Yan asked vaguely before raising his head, and then tried his best to look up and down the woman in front of him with hazy drunken eyes.

"I'm Xun Qing!"

Xun Qing's expression was calm, this is her character.

"Martyrdom?"

Zhao Yan's eyes became confused, and before Xun Qing noticed the strangeness in his words, Zhao Yan's next sentence came out: "Why do you want to be martyred?" Why? How did your man die? Do you love him that much? To be martyred for him? ”

Xun Qing: "......"

Xun Qing's eyes became stunned, because of her father's identity, since she was a child, no one dared to ridicule her name like this in person, and later she entered the officialdom, and no one dared to make such a joke about her name.

Over time, Xun Qing forgot his name and could still misinterpret it like this.

Xun Qing was silent, and looked at Zhao Yan's eyes carefully, making sure that he was really drunk and confused, and not deliberately teasing her, so she spoke again: "It's Xun's Xun!" Crystal clear! I said, do you need help? ”

"Oh......"

Zhao Yan nodded abruptly, pursed his lips and said, "It turns out that your man is Xunzi, and you are martyred for him!" How? Was this guy nice to you when he was alive? Are you so reluctant to him? ”

Xun Qing: "......"

Xun Qing found that she couldn't make this drunk guy explain it clearly, because of her personality, she simply didn't explain.

Stretched out his hand and lifted his trouser leg, squatted down in front of Zhao Yan, and while helping Zhao Yan pick up the glass slag on the ground, he followed Zhao Yan's words and said, "Yes!" He was very good to me when he was alive! Otherwise, how could I have been martyred for him? What about you? How do you drink so much alcohol? ”

"Me?"

Zhao Yan lowered his head and picked up the glass slag on the ground one by one, but his vision was blurred, his eyes were staring at the pieces he wanted to pick up, and when he stretched out his hand, he always deviated from the direction, and he had to pick up each piece of broken glass several times before he could pick it up.

"Hehe, I'm different from you! I won't be martyred! Ha ha! Because I'm Zhao Yan! ”

"And why are you?"

Xun Qing asked again.

"Me?"

Zhao Yan tilted his head and thought hard, then grinned at Xun Qing and gave an answer that Xun Qing didn't expect at all.

"I'm a funeral! Funeral! Right! It's a funeral! Bury my love! Ha ha! Isn't that interesting? Yes? ”

Xun Qing was slightly stunned, then raised his eyes and stared at Zhao Yan's drunken face carefully for a while, and repeated softly in his mouth: "Funeral ...... Funeral ......"

Her martyrdom was fake, but judging from the fact that he was drunk like this, his funeral should be real.

Bury your love......

This sentence made Xun Qing's eyes have a moment of trance, she remembered the man in her life, many years ago, that man was also as infatuated as the young man in front of him, chasing her from high school to college, and then from college to that snowy winter.

But she never accepted him, because she had her own ambitions, and she kept saying to herself: never waste time on boring relationships between men and women until she succeeds.

At first, she rejected him because of this ambition in her heart, and later, rejecting him seemed to have become a habit, and every time he confessed to her, she had not yet thought about it in her mind, and she habitually refused on her lips.

After so many years, gradually, she thought that he would be there forever, and he would be like after so many rejections, after a few days of silence, he became more and more frustrated and courageous, and pursued her again.

But that winter, that snowy winter, after she habitually rejected him again, the next day she got up as usual, in a good mood, and she was in a good mood when she thought of his confession again last night.

She had already thought about it, and she would promise his confession on the day she realized her ambitions, and after so many years, she had actually been moved.

It's just that she doesn't want to distract herself emotionally until her ambition is realized, she believes that he has become accustomed to her rejection, and she believes that after this rejection, after a few days, he will be able to recover, like every time before, and then return to her side.

However, early that morning, a call from his friend came to her mobile phone, and the first sentence of that phone call she had remembered for several years, and every time she dreamed back at midnight, it made her sad.

"Mumu is gone! When the police found him, he was lying in the snow on the side of the road, and the police said he had gone at about 3 a.m. last night......"

That sentence, that sentence seemed to have a kind of frozen magic, instantly making her cold from head to foot, the blood all over her body seemed to freeze in an instant, the chill went straight to her heart, making her almost unable to breathe, tears, tears that had not been shed for more than ten years flowed out in an instant like the flow of water that opened the floodgates, but it couldn't stop the huge sorrow in her heart.

The man, the man who said she was his dream, was gone.

From now on, there will be no man who will love her as much as he does, and there will never be a man who will still appear in front of her and confess to her after being rejected by her again and again, and still say that she is his dream.

It was also at that time that Xun Qing painfully discovered how important he was to her, because of his pursuit that never gave up, so she never had to worry about her love, so she could ******** to realize her ambitions.

Because she already believed that as long as she nodded, she could get a perfect love at any time.

However, he was not an indomitable steel after all, and he did not hold out until the day she nodded. (To be continued.) )