Time passed minute by minute, dark clouds gradually covered the sky, and Zhou Luoli, who had been kneeling in front of the tombstone for two hours, had already begun to shake his body.

Zhou Luoli's first love is called Xiao Yu, she and Zhou Luoli are childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and their relationship is very good. Because of his willfulness, he caused the death of his first love, so Zhou Luoli was so sad and sad.

"Xiao Gardenia still remembers, the cake you made for me on my birthday four years ago, although the appearance is unbearable, but the taste is really good." Gently stroking the photo of his first love on the tombstone, although Zhou Luoli smiled lightly, his voice revealed incomparable longing and desolation.

For the past two hours, Zhou Luoli was looking at the innocent girl smiling innocently in the tombstone photo, and kept talking to himself about the past, even noticing that Ye Dusheng was already standing behind him.

Ye Dusheng eavesdropped on Zhou Luoli's self-talk while looking at Zhou Luoli curiously. Slowly, Ye Dusheng's attention was attracted by Zhou Luoli's hand.

It was a pair of slender and well-defined hands, as beautiful as a work of art. But it may be because the sun has not been seen for a long time, and these hands that are too white are slightly cold, as if there is no temperature, which is chilling.

After staring at the hands for a moment, Ye Dusheng's gaze shifted to the photo on the tombstone. Judging from Zhou Luoli's various behaviors, the impact of first love on Zhou Luoli was more serious than he imagined.

Ye Dusheng wants to let Zhou Luoli get out of the pain and replace his first love in Zhou Luo's centrifugation, it is really difficult, and it will definitely not be possible to do it in a few years.

The clouds were thick, and the raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky and fell on everything on the earth, and in a short time it became heavy.

Ye Dusheng opened the umbrella, propped it on his head, and looked at Zhou Luoli lightly, hoping that he would react.

Ye Dusheng's hope finally turned into disappointment, because Zhou Luo, who was soaking wet, didn't react at all, and still talked to himself about the past to the tombstone.

Ye Dusheng couldn't stand it anymore, raised the umbrella to Zhou Luoli's head, and said, "If she was still here, she wouldn't want to see you kneeling here in the rain." ”

“…… There are no ifs, she's gone. Zhou Luoli, who was interrupted by Ye Dusheng's voice, paused, looked at the tombstone affectionately and said with a wry smile, his hoarse voice seemed very vicissitudes.

Holding the umbrella, his gaze stayed on Zhou Luoli, and a trace of complexity flashed in Ye Dusheng's eyes, and he was silent.

He suddenly saw himself from Zhou Luoli's body, and that day, he also knelt in front of his mother's tombstone. At that time, he was as stupid as Zhou Luoli.

"It's raining heavily, you can go, I want to accompany her alone." Zhou Luoli glanced up at the dense heavy rain and said slowly.

"Do you know why it's raining?" Ye Dusheng not only didn't leave, but squatted next to Zhou Luoli.

Zhou Luoli no longer paid attention to Ye Dusheng, and Ye Dusheng was not angry, and continued, "Because she is crying, crying for you who are stupid." The rain was so heavy that she must have cried very sadly. ”

Ye Dusheng's words finally made Zhou Luoli turn his head to face him. Looking at each other, the corners of Ye Dusheng's mouth rose to reveal a friendly smile at Zhou Luoli's bloodshot eyes.

"She cries that you are stupid, cry that you have been living in sorrow, cry that you are depraved and decadent." Ye Dusheng smiled and said slowly, word by word, "The reason why she is crying is also because she hopes that you can get out of your sadness." ”

Zhou Luoli propped his hands on the ground, the rain-soaked broken hair on his forehead was dripping with water, he bit his lips and trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes slowly overflowed with crystal clear liquid.