"Hmm......" Chen Yue couldn't help it after all.

She covered her mouth, shrunk into the covers, curled up, and wept uncontrollably.

Tears welled up from the eyes, some from the bridge of the nose, some quietly to the ears......

Feelings are like a flood beast, they really can't be controlled, tears are like water bursting embankments, and it's hard to stop the ferocity, just be hypocritical, anyway, you don't have to insist on showing anyone now.

This night, the moon and stars are scarce, it is a rare beautiful night sky in winter, for Song Yao, the only fly in the ointment is Chen Yue's cold eyes and Du Jingchen's drunken words.

And these two became the end of Song Yao's dream.

When Song Yao returned to the house, he saw the light in Du Jingchen's house on, and knew that he was back, so he immediately relieved himself and went straight to wash.

Until about eleven o'clock at night, he came out to fetch water to drink, but he heard a faint cursing sound from Du Jingchen's bedroom, and he was still crying.

"Go to Nima's first!"

"Get out!"

"Can't you be nicer to me?"

"It's all my fault...... Blame me ......"

……

"Knock knock", his heart tightened, and he hurriedly knocked on Du Jingchen's door, "Jingchen? What happened to you? Open the door. ”

When the people in the room heard the hurried knock on the door, they frowned slightly, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Whose house is dead again?" The ...... of beating gongs and drums"

"Du Jingchen! Open the door! Song Yao vaguely smelled a little wine, and his heart became more and more anxious, and he shouted loudly.

Du Jingchen could vaguely hear someone calling him, but he couldn't tell the direction, and looked towards the window with teary eyes.

"Du Jingchen!"

"Du Jingchen!"

……

One after another, as if to conjure spirits, he frowned in displeasure.

I thought about going over and opening the door, but I fell off the bench and climbed step by step on the white-tiled floor towards the window.

He himself thought how dashing he was, in fact, even crawling, his limbs were unsteady.

Finally, he climbed under the window and said in a daze, "Don't worry, I'll give it to you right away...... Belch... Open the door. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to clasp the window and tried to stand up. As a result, his legs and feet had just straightened a little, and he fell down again, and his whole body spun.

Over and over again, he frowned, tugging at the curtains with both hands, trying to stand up against them.

With a "snort", the brown curtain was successfully pulled down by him and covered his body.

It was suddenly dark in front of him, and he heard again, "Du Jingchen!" ”

Song Yao, who had just brought the key to open the door, looked at the scene in front of him in shock, looked at the people under the curtains, and forgot to breathe for a while.

This is the fifth floor, and if you fall down, you won't die...... Du Jingchen, you ...... ...... the hell

He didn't dare to think about what Du Jingchen planned to do.

And Du Jingchen, who was lying at the foot of the window, heard his name, and immediately squinted his eyes and pouted slightly, frowning unhappily, as if he didn't like these three words very much. Then he lazily pulled the curtains on his body, pulled them for a long time, and did not tear them open, and finally Song Yao came over and opened them for him.

Song Yao looked at him with red eyes, and Du Jingchen's half-open apricot eyes looked at Song Yao in a blur.

I could vaguely see that this was a person, so I pushed it away, "Get out!" ”

It seems that he is not the one who has been trying to open the door, and sure enough, even if he is unconscious, he is still proud, and he doesn't want people to see his embarrassed appearance.

"Bang!" Du Jingchen's head slammed into the wall behind him because of the reaction force.

Song Yao hurriedly came over to support him again, only to hear Du Jingchen lying on his shoulder and muttering inarticulately: "I hate you......"