"Enough is enough......"

Yu Huayan stood up and wanted to go up and snatch the cold jar from the drunken maniac's hand, but even if the man was drunk, he was still on guard.

"Don't steal my wine!"

"You go away!"

"Go away, you!"

He shoved the wine into his arms vigorously, as if he wanted to rub this cold thing into his body.

But this wine is cold and strong, even if it is stuffed into the body, it will only end up in the liver and spleen.

"Silent ......"

Yu Huayan's steps to get closer suddenly stopped, because he didn't know what reason to persuade him and comfort him.

"Huayan, don't persuade me......"

An Chung seemed to sense Yu Huayan's worry and irritability, he waved his hand, and walked to the side of the rockery and sat down with vain steps.

"Don't persuade me, Huayan ......"

An Chungyi buried his head, and the sorrow and grief in his eyes poured straight down, like moonlight covering the entire earth.

Cold, quiet.

"But I don't want to see you like that......"

Yu Huayan stood on the side of the rockery, he tried not to look at him, tried to ignore his embarrassment and unbearableness.

"But that's all I can do......"

An Chung smiled, the cold liquid on his face was gradually drying up, but he didn't know if it was his uncontrollable tears, or the cold wine in his hand.

He also wanted to...... If you want to be alone and have a chic life, if you want to lose her, you can be heartless and careless.

However, he doesn't have the ability to do it, and he can't even pretend to be free.

"Chungyi, life is short for decades, why do you want to give all your true heart to a person who can't get it?"

Yuhuayan's frivolous and sharp peach blossom eyes were closed, and he was as secretive as he was for a moment.

"What about you?"

Seeing him look over, An Shunyi raised the wine in his hand, laughing weakly and mockingly.

"If you really think so, then you ...... now? What is it like? ”

What?

Yu Huayan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't say anything, because he couldn't answer this question.

"Huayan, since you can't do it yourself, don't talk these big nonsense to me."

An Chung waved his hand proudly, and the person who couldn't cross it himself still wanted to come to cross him.

Ridiculous, ridiculous......

Yuhua's inky eyes closed slightly, and he pursed his lips, but he raised a cold and strange arc.

"Chungyi, you're not the same as me......"

Not the same?

An Songyi's handsome face was already full of tiredness at this time, and even the arrogant sword eyebrows on weekdays were a little cowardly.

"But it's all asking for nothing, what's the difference."

Yu Huayan was about to say something when he paused abruptly after hearing this, he frowned, and put back the words he was about to blurt out.

Yes, it's just that you can't ask for it, you can't love it, what's the difference.

It's all sad and pitiful, sad and ridiculous.

Yu Huayan retreated, and the tall shadow swayed with his movements, falling right in front of An Chunyi.

An Chung smiled, as if he had seen something new, he reached out to touch it, and stretched out his leg to step on it.

“……”

Such a stupid look......

Yuhua Yan sighed, but didn't speak, he just stood there, like a motionless general, guarding his territory.

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