"Your tears are worthless."

I took the stick figure to Su Yue, and when I saw my bloated eyes again, she teased mercilessly.

"How much do you love him?"

Su Yue's question came with the sound of soft music, but it became extremely sad when it slipped into my ears, my love has not been measured, cannot be measured, and does not need to be measured.

Because, I have always believed in love in the world with Yang Er.

"I can see that it's a young girl."

Seeing that I didn't answer, Su Yue picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

She thinks the same as I do, only a young girl can have confidence in a ball-head, or a pretty girl.

This is probably the type that attracts Yang Er the most.

I took a deep breath, but sighed with a deep sadness.

"Maybe it's just a random drawing." Su Yue dropped the painting and said disapprovingly.

"He never paints anything extraneous."

I know Yang Er too well. He once said that the paintbrush was a tool for him to make money and a part of his life, and he didn't have so much energy to scribble. Scribbling is what you would do when you were a student.

Yang Er has always been so sensible.

"Are you sure he drew it a year ago?"

"Yes, I drew it a year ago."

"Okay, I'll support you this time." Su Yue suddenly looked like a woman, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and said awe-inspiringly.

"Why?" I looked at her in a bit of a trance.

"For a person who has been empathetic for a long time and has to drag on for a year, he must not be easily let go. He not only wasted a woman's youth, but also damaged a woman's beauty. ”

"What do you want to do?"

"I know you can't do it, of course I have to do it." Su Yue snapped her fingers, "To deal with this kind of bastard, of course, you have to rely on force to relieve your anger." ”

"Yang Er is not a bastard." I raised my voice to correct her.

"It doesn't matter if you don't love it, it's good to get together and disperse, this is the freedom of love. However, procrastination becomes a cruel tactic, so can you bear it? Su Yue also raised her voice.

When I broke up with Yang Er, she was indifferent, she felt that if she was out of love, she would have to go through one or several times in life, and it was no big deal. But now, she looks a hundred times angrier than I am.

Su Yue's bones originally had a chivalrous demeanor, but I didn't appreciate it very much.

After a pause, she said, "You don't call it kindness, nor do you call it deep love, it's stupid." You have to get lost, we need to love the right person, so as not to pillar the beauty of the word 'love'. ”

"But I believe that Yang Er loves me, at least once loved me."

"Did he love you when he painted this?"

"More or less love." My voice became quieter.

"What is this uncertain love for?"

I was silent again.

"Don't tell me you want to reconcile with him now." Su Yue looked at me with eyes that were close to disappointment.

My first reaction was that this was not impossible.

Some people say that once a mirror has a crack, no matter how well it is repaired, the crack will still exist and will always remind you of the painful past.

Do you still need such a mirror?

I want to.

I don't care.

What is lost and regained is still worth cherishing.

However, this is just my wishful thinking, Yang Er will not give me such a chance.

He was even more ruthless than I thought.

In the end, Su Yue and I broke up unhappily, and my "stupidity" made her cry and laugh.

Looking at the dark night sky, I was reminded of a movie called "Wrong Love".

The male protagonist betrayed the female protagonist who had cancer and had a relationship with another woman.,After the female protagonist learned about it,,Trying to suppress herself from thinking about that incident.,I want things to pass quietly.,Because her illness is incurable.,Of course, these unpleasant things won't be remembered after death.。

However, she underestimated her own jealousy, and even the jealousy of a dying person still had terrifying power. During a face-to-face encounter, she accidentally killed the woman.

After the male protagonist knew, he felt that it was his own mistake that caused a big mistake, and in order to bear the crime, he committed suicide in front of the woman's corpse.

The female protagonist regretted holding the body of the male protagonist, and finally set the house on fire without any attachment, and died in the fire with the person she loved, including another woman.

How desperate and crazy is the heroine's love.

But I'll never be able to do that.

Even if Yang Er betrayed me like the male protagonist, I'd rather deal with it in my stupid way, or just wait, and never want our former love to become the slightest evil.

This is also the reason why I have wasted Su Yue's good intentions.