Ye Lu took a deep breath and sniffed this legendary agonia, and a rich mellow fragrance wafted into her nose.

"That's what I'm talking about when you drink it once and you'll never forget it." Yu Xiaoluo suddenly smiled with a very strange expression, closed his eyes and savored the sip he had just taken, "Because this is the true meaning of love." ”

Comrade Chen Duxiu, please sit down and talk, can you drink a coffee and still drink flowers? It's really......

Ye Lu looked at the seemingly ordinary cup of coffee in front of him in confusion, tasted it, and instantly ......

bitter

Particularly bitter,

Sour......

The bitterness almost brought her to tears.

Is this something that people drink?

But after a while, my mouth began to feel sweeter, and I only felt more and more mellow and sweet.

She seems to understand why the name of this cup of coffee is agonia, as the name suggests, I have loved you, so painful, but no matter how much pain there is in love, it always makes people feel sweet in their memories.

If you say that missing someone is like drinking a large glass of ice water, and then it takes a long time to shed tears.

That's just like this cup of coffee, when two people are together, stumbling and stumbling will always be indispensable, or in other words, there will always be more unsatisfactory, but as long as they are still supporting each other and surviving the initial pain, what is left behind will always be the best thing.

After drinking this cup of coffee, she seemed to have walked all over again and experienced the five flavors of life.

If a person drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold.

All living beings are suffering, life is unsatisfactory, and how many souls and dreams are buried in it, tasting carefully, chewing lightly, and thinking silently.

But he took himself through a sad and even somewhat unbearable life, and what he finally brought to himself was a feeling of joy in suffering.

Keep all the bitterness to yourself and bring happiness to each other.

The ending, is sweet, and that's enough.

Who does he want to give such a cup of coffee to?

Give it to you, give it to me, or keep it for yourself......

Ye Lu felt that she didn't seem to dislike him so much, and even sympathized with him, the person who could make such a cup of agonia must not be inspired on a whim, it must be using her own story and her own feelings to boil and boil......

He seems to be a very poor man.

You can feel it from his slender body, his gloomy eyes, and the warm smile......

Will people like him also suffer?

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Ye Lu suddenly asked, she felt that his mood must have been brought to him by the person he loved deeply, but who could bear to hurt a person as beautiful as him?

"This ...... I don't know very well, it seems to be, it seems to be not, and no one seems to know if there is. Yu Xiaoluo found that he seemed to have ignored a very serious problem, and looked at Ye Lu with a sly look, "What? Got a crush on him? ”

Ye Lu touched his chin with one hand and said thoughtfully, "No, I'm just curious, how did he come up with the true meaning of this cup of love." ”

"Well, you can go and look at the wall of his portrait, what might you find?" Yu Xiaoluo pointed to the other side, the photo wall she had mentioned.

Unable to stand the curiosity, Ye Lu really stood up and walked over there.

That wall was the same place he was standing in the far corner just now, and he was looking at her at the same time, was he also looking at this wall?

It's also like a wall of memories of old stories, and the whole side is full of photos of him.

Ye Lu looked over one by one, but her eyes were even more confused.

He loves to travel?

Each photo is a place he has been, and the positioning of these photos can be connected end to end, and the rooster map can be circled twice.

However, none of these photos are faces, either standing far away from the side face, or getting up and jumping backs, and even most of them are just silhouettes.

He just integrated himself into a place in the landscape that was almost impossible to find.

He has become a landscape in itself.

Perhaps, every place he walked through had a story of a hundred turns.

He spent all his free time in college traveling? Really will enjoy it......

However, it is not.

Because she has seen the fake scenery from the real landscape.

In the real scenery, there is him, there is a beautiful view.

In the fake landscape, it's the 3D modeled landscape, the screenshot of the game, and the game she's playing.

She has been playing the game for more than a year, and she can naturally recognize that this is a screenshot in the game, the mountains and mountains of Yuzhou City, the smoke lock cold willows of Jiangdu City, and even more, the snow-capped Kunlun Snow Mountain......

Is he playing that game too? Then he must not be in his own district, no one in this district will feel like him, he will always give people a special feeling, if there is, she will definitely be able to detect it.

But in these fake landscapes, there are two common features.

First, there is only scenery but no one.

Second, the photos are all black and white.

It stands to reason that players playing games to take landscape photos must be in order to take pictures of themselves.

Just like a tourist photo when traveling, even if your face is against the beautiful scenery, you will definitely not hesitate to stuff a big face photo into your mobile phone, and some people will also post it in the circle of friends.

He is like a professional, lonely photographer who has preserved the scenery intact, but no one is worth taking pictures of his landscape.

Does this scenery belong to him alone?

Is it because he feels that no one deserves such a landscape, or is it because the source of his pain does not want to be framed in this landscape with him, so there is only the scenery here, and no one.

Why is it black and white?

She was pretty sure that the screenshots in the game were all in color, and the black and white ones must have been specially filtered by him.

She seemed to understand the meaning of these black-and-white photos.

It is because his pain is not in his landscape, so the landscape has long lost its color in his eyes.

In his consciousness, the world without that person is black and white, bleak, and boring.

It is, there is no color.

Ye Lu closed her eyes and leaned against the wall gently, she seemed to understand this person.

From the sound of his piano, from his coffee, from his photographs......

He was indeed a very charismatic man, attracting people who did not know each other to come closer to him.

Maybe there is a possibility, let me get closer to you, get to know you, help you, and save you......

But she didn't have the leisure, nor did she have the patience.

She was still as usual, and she was troublesome.

Too lazy to take the initiative to get close to people.

is also a lonely person, and this loneliness comes completely from two different states of mind.

Such two people will not sympathize with each other.

A word suddenly flashed through her mind—half-dressed red.

No wonder the name of his new New Year's new package has such a nondescript word.

It's all because of this game, and the theme of this updated version of the fashion is to cherish the red clothes.

Pity the red clothes is the name of Jiang Kui's poem, Hongliang Shui Mo, the fish waves are fragrant, and the red clothes are half messy.

And Yuan Haowen also wrote the first time to touch the fish, afraid of the return of the wine, the red clothes are half off, and the mess lies in the wind and rain.

She returned to her seat and continued to savor the true meaning of that cup of love.

She didn't care, in the end, who would walk into his landscape.

There was no more sound, for when she looked up, he was already standing back in the place outside the house, where she had just stood looking at the picture.

He was holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, it should be agonia, he just looked at the photo wall, his eyes were solemn and distant......

It's like, I have turned my sorrow into a cup of bitter wine, but who can come and get drunk with me?

He lives like a poem by Xi Murong-

I am like a goldsmith, hammering and beating day and night, just to stretch the pain into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada's wings.

Unlike last time, without the bear, he wouldn't have glanced at her again.

Just quietly, leaning against the wall.

Look at the other wall......