Ken was silent for a moment.

Said it.

"That little guy of yours is a poet."

Lu Yiyu didn't feel emotional, just said: "I'll get this thing." ”

Ken was helpless, probably knowing Lu Yiyu's temper, he relieved his tone: "Okay, but you guy is ruthless enough, it's not better to shake your hands at this time, I have to take over this matter." ”

Lu Yiyu.

That's right.

It is so that there is no half of selfishness.

Lu Yiyu didn't speak.

Just hung up.

Hold your phone and stare at your phone's screen.

Bai Qingyu watched the change in his expression the whole time, and heard some of the content on the phone, he squinted, and thought of an Internet buzzword he saw recently in his mind, and asked: "Are you eating melons and eating your own people?" ”

Lu Yiyu glanced at it and said in a calm voice: "Are you gloating?" ”

Bai Qing smiled gloomily, his eyebrows and eyes were so affectionate that he didn't have half a temperature: "I just can't understand you, since you care, why do you have to do it." ”

Lu Yiyu's hands were cold, and the sound of rain outside the window seemed to pour into his heart, and he drowned together.

"Do you have faith?"

He asked.

Bai Qingyu sighed, and the traces of fainting at the end of his eyes were extremely arrogant: "My belief is my own." ”

What is there in this world that can make him believe?

Lu Yiyu snorted.

"yes, where can someone like you have empathy."

Because all he cares about is himself, and everyone in the world suffers, and it has nothing to do with him.

Of course, it can't be said that it's wrong, people live a chic and unrestrained life, and the sense of responsibility is only for themselves.

It's just that what he has seen and touched since he was a child is different, and his worldview is naturally different.

"No one is born to be frustrated, and it is not the powerful who are hated, but the hateful thing is that they have to step on these poor people to achieve their desires, and no one should suffer like this."

Therefore, he has a very clear dividing line between right and wrong in his heart.

Lu Yiyu tilted his head and seemed to laugh: "Give me a cigarette." ”

Bai Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to die?" ”

"Anyway, it's not far from death, so be happy in time."

"You're a screwed man." Bai Qingyu didn't know whether it was mockery or emotion.

In the end, he threw him a cigarette.

This kind of person lives with a clear conscience, but he is too tired.

He couldn't understand it in his life.

Lu Yiyu lit up, and the smoke was filled, blurring his vision.

He knew it was wrong from the beginning, guessed everything, and didn't guess that feelings were the most uncontrollable thing.

"Book me a plane ticket."

After smoking for a while, Lu Yiyu coughed violently and pulled the wound, he twisted his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't exhale pain.

Bai Qingyu looked sideways: "What to do?" ”

Lu Yiyu squinted his eyes and looked at the rainy rain outside the window: "Go to the appointment." ”

Bai Qingyu sneered: "You are like this now, do you really want to die?" ”

I've been in a coma for two days, I can't get out of bed, and now I still want to go back on a dozen planes that are displayed?

What brand of madman is this?

Lu Yiyu coughed a few times, his face quickly turned pale, he extinguished his cigarette, and his hands were trembling: "It's the same if you die early or late, you have to do something meaningful." ”

Bai Qingyu touched his eyebrows, and glanced sideways at him with a smile: "You have given yourself too many shackles, my words, the people I care about, I will stand on his side no matter what." ”

Even if it's against this world.

He was originally a madman, and the world thought he was a madman.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Lu Yiyu smiled: "Then I really envy you." ”