"The Survivor...... Heh~" Chen Yue smiled softly, it has been so long, Song Yao's nickname has never been changed, and so has she.

It was this tacit sense of excess self-consciousness again, and she smacked her lips in disdain.

- The user refuses to add friends.

When this sentence popped up in the system, Chen Yue's heart was suddenly clenched by something, like a lemon stuffed, sour and astringent, and the pain was indescribable.

The physiological reaction came relatively quickly, and as the nose became sore, tears flowed.

She lay on the fence, hung down her phone, looked up at the clouds and mist on the horizon, lowered her brow in pain, and couldn't hold back her tears.

It turned out that Song Yao didn't plan to leave her a chance at all. Chen Yue thought that he might be like herself, waiting for the other party to admit it first, but no, Song Yao really didn't care at all, and cut off contact with her without any nostalgia.

The wind on the top of the mountain was a little strong, and with the severe cold that the moon should have in the middle of winter, it hit her everywhere without any pity, which made Chen Yue's mood even more sad.

More and more people are coming to the observation deck. Chen Yue wiped her tears, buried her head and turned around and left the viewing platform, and came to the temple where the incense money was paid.

Chen Yue took out the pocket money he had saved from the small mezzanine of his schoolbag, less than a hundred yuan.

Chen Yue pursed her lips, sure enough, poverty was the thing that made her the most sad. However, she still generously picked out five pieces of ten yuan and walked into the temple room.

She subconsciously glanced at the amount on the record book, the minimum was a hundred yuan, and she humbly asked, "Can you only pay fifty yuan?" ”

"Yes, there are not many blessings." The recorder said with a smile.

Hearing this, Chen Yue happily handed over the fifty yuan in his hand.

"What's the name?"

"Song Yao." Chen Yue said without thinking.

"Yao next to King Leaning is still Yao at the bottom of the walk?" The recorder asked, writing "Song".

"Uh...... Yao Shunyu's Yao. ”

Recording the movements of the person's hands for a moment, he thought about it for a while, and wrote "Yao".

Chen Yue's gaze still couldn't help lingering in the record book, and after a pause, she didn't see Du Jingchen's name like last time, but saw her own name.

She was first taken aback, and then felt that her name was too popular, and it was normal for her to have the same name and surname.

After walking out of the temple room, she was still haunted by the name "Chen Yue" in her heart, maybe Song Yao was like her, writing the other party's name.

And on that page, it should be the name of today's pilgrim, thinking so, she took out her mobile phone again, and dialed Song Yao's phone number with clear expectation but not expectation.

"The number you dialed is empty......

A mechanical and indifferent female voice came from the phone.

Impulsive... Impulsive...... Impulsive.........

It is the feeling that the heartbeat is fading away.

The respiratory system seems to be broken, and it is about to lose its breath, its ears are deaf, its tear glands are broken, and the cells in the whole body are no longer controlled by the brain.

The body no longer belonged to her.

Song Yao is going to break all ties with her.

- I'm really too troublesome, too hated, to be so disliked.

- People like me probably shouldn't be living in this world.

"Chen Yue, you have to live for yourself, not for your parents and anyone else......"

"But doctor, if I were for myself, I wouldn't have survived a long time ago."

I want to live for my parents, and I want to live for my grandparents...... I've lived for more than ten years, so let's insist on it. After all, my mother's tears are too distressing.

Chen Yue walked down the mountain reluctantly, she felt that it was not herself walking, it was these legs walking, and every part of this body did not belong to her.

She told her mother that she would try to heal herself, that she was already well, that she didn't have to worry about her anymore.

How can you make your mother sad, how can you let them down?

Neither, neither, neither.

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