On the one hand, I know that I am not good for my health, and on the other hand, I don't want to enter the house with a smell. But now, he was lying on the railing of the balcony, with a half-lit cigarette stick in his mouth. He lowered his eyelids and watched the traffic flickering with neon lights at his feet, the red flame of the cigarette butt dimming or brightening with the breath of the cigarette, and finally burned to ashes. Xia Yu threw the cigarette butt into the trash can behind her, and then, as if she was not satisfied, pulled out a new one from the box.

At this time, it had been three hours since An Lixu left, the sky was completely dark, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, most of them were in a hurry to go home. Xia Yu began to be in a daze from the moment An Lixu left, but he changed his position to the balcony in order to smoke, but he still couldn't stop his uncontrollable expression from numb. The previous noisy noise seemed to be a long time ago, but after a few cigarettes, An Lixu's angry expression would involuntarily appear in his mind.

What exactly went wrong? Xia Yu asked herself. Or who did he or An Lixu do something wrong? He reflected that he was indeed suspected of being angry with others, but the contradiction had already taken root, so what was the point of continuing to whitewash the peace?

He even began to think about whether breaking up was the only way, obviously others said that love was a happy thing, how could it be his turn, but it was thundering and raining.

But is it really possible to break up? Can it really be put down? The long march-like road of love, after finally going through many dangers and obstacles, has achieved today's achievements, how can you give up and give up? It is true that An Lixu has a bad personality, and the road of homosexuality is very difficult to walk, and being cute is love, no matter how others can analyze it calmly, but as soon as it is mixed with this subjective love, they are confused and unwilling to let go.

That's An Lixu. It is his deepest attachment when he was young, and it is difficult to part with the plot when he grows up. How many times can a person have such profound emotions in his life? Moreover, in most of the deaths, he was lucky to have a follow-up to the story. Even if the ending may not be as happy as he wants, and he may not realize the mistake of the decision at this moment until he has gone through more and deeper pain, but no matter what, he can't let go of it now.

Xia Yu thought that maybe even if it was really over, he wouldn't be able to like other people as much as he liked An Lixu after that. No matter how many times I say I love you, how many times I hold hands and how many times I hug, but that is the first and heaviest inner throbbing in my life will forever and forever be reserved for the day I first met An Lixu when I was seven years old.

It was love at first sight. It's a long-term love again.

It's just that he might be a little tired, Xia Yu thought. An Lixu was also a little tired. The bad mood of these days is like a lingering dark cloud overhead, which is heavy and depressed in everyone's heart. But how long will such days last, and how long will such pain last? Xia Yu didn't know. It's like he doesn't know what kind of storyline will come in if he compromises again this time.

Do you want to give up? I'll regret it. Do you want to stick to it? It's really tiring.

Xia Yu shook off her stiff head, which was blown by the cold wind, put away the cigarette case, and returned to the warm living room.

Lei Shi didn't seem to expect An Mi Xiu to suddenly open the door, and surprise was clearly written on his face. He lowered his chin and felt the railing of the stairs to get up. But it is estimated that after sitting for a long time, the blood is not very circulating, and I didn't stand firm all of a sudden, and I was about to fall backwards when I stumbled. An Mixiu was so frightened that he hurriedly stretched out his hand, but Lei Shi stepped back and avoided it.

The atmosphere seemed to become more awkward. An Mixiu withdrew his hand curtly, but did not make a sound.