After turning three corners, the destination arrived.

Wang Chengyou opened the car door before the car stopped, and after getting out of the car, he shook the door and ran to the lobby of the office building where Moyan's company was located.

Run, run, he stopped.

At 11 o'clock on the left hand, that delicate figure that is too familiar to be familiar anymore is not Mo Yan?!

"Mo Yan!" Wang Chengyou shouted. Staying reserved in front of a rival in love or something, I can't take care of it.

The writer took the lead in turning his head, glancing at Wang Chengyou with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be full of contempt. Wang Chengyou didn't look at him, only stared at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan stood in front of the car body, looking like he was about to get in the car and go to the airport.

"Mo Yan!" Wang Chengyou was breathing unsteadily because of anxiety. All the emotions poured out of the windows of the heart.

Mo Yan turned around, looked up, and looked at Chengyou. In an instant, tears filled her eyes: "Chengyou, I'm sorry ......"

"I don't want you to say I'm sorry, I'm going to stay."

"I ......" Mo Yan stood beside the car and did not mean to leave the car. She looked at Wang Chengyou with tears in her eyes and pleading, expecting him to let go.

"Mo Yan, for me, for us, don't go, stay."

The writer on the side didn't make a sound, but he kept raising his wrist to look at his watch.

Wenhao's movements fell in Mo Yan's afterglow, and she couldn't help but become impatient: "Chengyou, I'll call you as soon as I land." I can explain it to you. It's too late now, we have to go. ”

I! Guys!

Wang Chengyou's heart was shattered by the word "we" in Mo Yan's mouth.

With a breath in his chest, Wang Chengyou was so swollen that he couldn't breathe, and at the same time, he couldn't speak. Seeing that Mo Yan turned around to leave, Wang Chengyou grabbed her arm.

Speechless, he shook his head at Mo Yan, his eyes were so sad that he couldn't bear to look at him directly.

Mo Yan's tears flowed down in a daze: "Chengyou, I'm sorry." ”

She said to him, "I'm sorry...... Is this what it means that she finally chose Wenhao?

"What the writer gave was short-lived, deceitful ......" Wang Chengyou was shouting in his heart, but on the surface, he was speechless.

He looked at Mo Yan in a daze, opened his mouth, watched Mo Yan break free of his hand, watched Mo Yan sit in the car with a short body, and watched the car slowly drive away.

Cloudless sky.

Thunderclap.

Wang Chengyou closed his eyes unwillingly, and the whole world fell into darkness.

How he got back to school, Wang Chengyou can't remember at all.

He was driven out of the car by the driver's words, he sleepwalked into the school gate, and the people around him came and went, looking so happy, but his happiness flew away alone. Leave him behind and die alone.

When I looked up, I saw Zhu Yujie with a gloomy face.

"Am I living in wishful thinking all the time?"

Zhu Yujie looked at Wang Chengyou with no sadness or joy. This person obviously couldn't smell a trace of alcohol, but he seemed to be drunk.

"Am I not at all the merit that I can get my hands on?"

Zhu Yujie's frustration from Wang Chengyou has not been fully digested, and in the face of the inexplicable Wang Chengyou, her anger can't help but blurt out: "What is more important than advantages is obviously sincerity, right?" ”

"Ha, even you dislike me!" Wang Chengyou swayed his steps and left Zhu Yujie with a wry smile.

After Wang Chengyou left, Zhu Yujie pressed her hand on her forehead and took a long breath. After sighing in one breath, the whole person was a lot more sober. She felt a slight sense of remorse, feeling that she should not have condemned Wang Chengyou for being insincere in such a situation. She turned around, but Wang Chengyou was gone. I wanted to chase after him, but because of my reserve, in the end, I only proudly acted as if nothing had happened, and continued along the path I came from.

After leaving Zhu Yujie, Wang Chengyou, who was tripped over a brick, relied on subconsciously grabbing the branches of green plants to maintain his body balance. As soon as I looked down, I saw the bricks lying quietly on the ground. He held on to the branch, slowly squatted down, and said to the brick, "Are you sent by heaven to wake up my baby?" You tell me, what should I do? ”

"What should I do?"

Wang Chengyou, who suffered the double blow of a writer and his father, still struggled and tenaciously rebuilt his worldview.

Wang Chengyou, who experienced Mo Yan's abandonment of him, couldn't come up with a way out.

Zheng Shuguang appeared.

Zhu Yujie couldn't ignore Wang Chengyou, who was obviously wrong, she called Zheng Shuguang, and Zheng Shuguang appeared.

Zheng Shuguang pulled up Wang Chengyou, who was talking to himself about a brick, and drove Wang Chengyou's arm like a drunken classmate. Wang Chengyou refused to leave, and he had to take the bricks with him.

Wang Chengyou rambled all the way, and Zheng Shuguang suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"it. There are really men in this world who are decadent for women! Today, I am out of the way, and I have to ask you if I end up with a slash, what is so good about Mo Yan that you are fascinated like this? ”

Wang Chengyou looked ahead with confused eyes, stumbling under his feet, but the corners of his mouth showed a mysterious smile: "Mo Yan? Where in this world, what Mo Yan! I'll tell you secretly, there is no Mo Yan! Zheng Shuguang suddenly had goosebumps, and he seemed to hear a voiceover - there is no Mo Yan, Mo Yan was killed by me.

was hesitating to push away Wang Chengyou, who was obviously mentally stimulated, when he heard Wang Chengyou say again: "Mo Yan is me." I love myself, rightfully so. Where do you need a reason! ”

Zheng Shuguang's tense nerves relaxed: "Mo Yan is Mo Yan, you are you, you two are a man and a woman, how can you be confused?" ”

Wang Chengyou sneered: "You don't understand, do you?" When I was five or six years old, I met Mo Yan when I didn't know Mo Yan's name. My childhood, my adolescence, was full of her shadows, and my adolescence was full of her. From the first grade of elementary school, to the third year of high school, and even to college, in the 21 years of my life, Mo Yan has existed for 15 or 6 years. It's just a stone, and it's in my heart. What's more, it's such a cute Mo Yan. ”

"Childhood sweetheart?"

"It's not that rosy. Most of the time she doesn't look at me, and in a few cases she scolds me coldly, and it has only been more than two years since she smiled at me. It doesn't matter, what matters is that she's always been in my life. To hug her is to embrace my past, to embrace myself. ”

Zheng Shuguang suddenly didn't know what to say. A person like him, a classmate and friend who walks all the way and throws all the way, has no way of understanding Wang Chengyou's deep feelings.

"Is there a misunderstanding between the two of you? I think Mo Yan still cares about you very much. Zheng Shuguang had the intention to expose the fact that he called Mo Yan a few days ago, and he was afraid that Wang Chengyou would be emotionally unstable and overturn the vinegar jar, so he said in a vague voice.

"Misunderstanding? I wish it was a misunderstanding. ”

While talking, the two entered the men's dormitory. There are many acquaintances, and those who are particularly familiar can't help but say that they drove Wang Chengyou's other arm.