"Wait."

Ming Yuyan stopped him again.

Wang Chengxi turned his head to look at him with an unkind face, "Anything else?" ”

"How are you?"

"How's that?"

"Airport." Ming Yuyan looked at his expression without a trace, and nodded implicitly, "How is it?" ”

Wang Chengxi's face flashed a hint of surprise, but he quickly calmed down, "Send it away, what else?" ”

"It's a sight, right?" The boy hurt him with a smile.

"It's all sent, there's no difference." Wang Chengxi waved his hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, she's gone." ”

"Strange thing." Ming Yuyan looked at him with a look of surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"With your sentimental nature, shouldn't you say something like 'she's gone and took my heart with her'?"

“…… Ming, Yu, Yan! Wang Chengxi was almost so angry that he vomited blood, "Are you still human?" ”

"Don't roll your eyes." Ming Yuyan shrugged his shoulders very calmly, "It's almost breaking the sky." ”

Wang Chengxi was so angry that he almost wanted to choke him by the neck and bury him alive.

However, I think of his father, who is known as the smiling tiger, and the grandfather who has a serious and cold face but spoils his grandson to the bones...... The only grandson of the founding general, if he really did that, Wang Chengxi shuddered for no reason, and felt that he probably wouldn't live for three seconds.

Forget it, he can't be provoked, he endures.

"It's okay, I'm leaving!" He glared angrily at the sofa, and his good friends, who had been in good time, slammed the door and entered the room.

Bang!

With a forceful closing of the door, the quiet air seemed to quietly divide the world into two zones.

The smile on Ming Yuyan's lips gradually disappeared, and he leaned his head back on the sofa slightly, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

The coldness at this time is what he needs most.

Because there are still too many mysteries to think about about Yi Shihan and her.

For example, when he came today, did he just want to swear his sincerity? However, hasn't he always been obsessed with Ji Tong? Even if she dies, can a person's feelings really be converted freely?

Ming Yuyan couldn't figure it out.

Wang Chengxi, who threw himself at the door, was open in his heart.

Of course, what he was open to was not the incident that bothered Ming Yuyan, but he clearly knew that the reason why Ming Yuyan was desperately laughing at him just now was to express concern.

Probably embarrassed to ask him how he feels now, and he knows his feelings for Tan Dian very well, and he is afraid that he won't be able to think about it for a while, so he wants to use that way to reduce the depression in his heart.

It's just that he's really okay.

Wang Chengxi walked to the table, and the street lamp outside the window lit up the winter night after the rain, and it was foggy and deserted.

He closed the curtains and took the blue umbrella in his hand that had been carefully placed in the cupboard.

This was the umbrella she had used to protect him from the rain.

The lights in the room flowed under his eyes, and a sense of loss surged slightly.

Now, only this umbrella is left, accompanied by the melancholy in his heart.

He's really okay.

Because I didn't think about the most tea and dinner, those days of tossing and turning have passed.

It doesn't matter, there is no time in life to force it.

Wang Chengxi suddenly thought of his friend who was a door away.

He always feels that he is indecisive and deeply rooted in love, as if he can't live if he loses anyone, but he doesn't know that he is actually trapped by love.

No one loses and no one can live.

Unless, that's what he is.