"I believe it," I swallowed and replied dryly, "but there are many people to love in this life, in addition to lovers, parents, and relatives, how can they leave irresponsibly for the sake of a person."

Yan Yufeng looked at me deeply and didn't say anything.

"Hey" I was suddenly nervous, I always felt that he despised me for this kind of answer, but I couldn't find what I said wrong, "Then tell me, will someone commit suicide for love"

Suddenly, I only felt that the person opposite, the deep eyes, as cold as a thin layer of ice. Yan Yufeng raised his eyes to look at me, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually bent into crescents as he watched me.

"You must have seen the story of the Peony Pavilion," he said, turning and chatting as he went.

Hurry up and follow his steps, talk about literature, I'm interested in the Peony Pavilion is so famous, Liu Mengmei and Du Liniang met in a dream, and the shy picture can be described as a romantic painting

"Of course I've seen it" I wantonly fiddled with the bit of ink in my stomach: "The yin and yang of the willow are wrong, and the lovesick dream dies, and the ancient people are really easy to fall in love, but now I think that the two of them must be golden boys and girls, otherwise how can they be so close to each other If some of the plots really make people angry, then Liu Mengmei is ashamed and shameful, and he is only a good man"

"Zhao Su" Yan Yufeng interrupted me, as if he didn't want to hear me say this.

"Ahh

"I just want to say the simplest truth."

"What's the reason, you people who should do your best also look at these things"

"Shut up." His slender fingers pressed against my lips.

That light movement made my heart beat a beat.

He and I looked at each other and stood on the side of the road.

I just want to quietly appreciate his beautiful and incomprehensible facial features.

"You said you wanted to come to the yang world to be an ordinary person, and it turned out to be like this" He was sarcastic at first, then his eyes sank, and his expression became serious, "I don't know what to do, I go deep, the living can die, the dead can live, the living cannot die, and the dead cannot be resurrected, all of them are not love." ”

What do you think of this kind of thing as a big man

I thought about it in a daze, my eyes still wandering away from his peerless face, and my heart was blushing.

However, at this moment, I thought that I was dazzled, and there were a few sparkling things flashing in his eyes

Before I could see it clearly, he was lost in his arms and hugged him tightly.

Your arm hooked me in the back, locking me tighter and tighter, and I felt like I was embedded in his body, and although I felt breathless, I forgot to struggle.

His mind flashed over and over again his deep eyes, the sparkle in their sockets, shining in the neon light of the roadside

"Yan Yufeng" was strangled so tightly that I couldn't make much noise, and I don't know if he could hear it.

"Don't you believe it," he asked again.

His voice was quiet, cold, almost bone-shattering, and I held my breath.

At that moment, I even had a delusion, the illusion of forgetting my own existence.

The endless flow of the road, shuttling through the bustling crowd around me, these noises seem to me to be silent at this moment.

"The relationship between life and death, death and resurrection, really exists, silly Su'er, you and me, that's it."

This time, I, who have always had low emotional intelligence, really felt it, and there seemed to be a very painful emotion surging in his suppressed tone. That emotion seemed to have been hoarded for a long time, suppressed for a long time, so it just erupted, uncontrollably erupted, he hugged me tightly, and the tall man trembled slightly.