A mute person can not speak, and it is very sad to ask a person who can talk to not speak all day long. What's more, Wang Han has always been an active and quiet person, and he loves to talk, how can a person who talks a lot hold back for a long time without talking?

As soon as he finished eating that day, Wang Han couldn't help it, so he stopped Huangfu Yumei, and said in a daze, "Sister Yumei, I'm very bored now, can you talk to me?"

Huangfu Yumei smiled happily, like a delicate flower, looked at him and said tenderly: "Yes, as long as you are happy, I am willing to accompany you." What do you want to say?"

Wang Han sighed gloomily and said, "You can say anything, it's all about killing time, I'm almost crazy here!"

Huangfu Yumei smiled and said, "Really, I don't care much about people these days, I thought you really didn't bother to talk to anyone except my sister!"

Wang Han smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

"I know, because you're disappointed and discouraged in women, aren't you?"

Wang Han looked at her in surprise and said, "How do you know?"

Huangfu Yumei looked at him and said mischievously: "You said it yourself!"

"What did I say?" Wang Han was like a second monk who was confused, and he really couldn't remember what he said.

Huangfu Yumei smiled and relieved her doubts: "You have been in a coma when you first came here, but you have been dreaming of the words 'you are a woman, I hate you, you deceived me'. ”

Drunken talk and dream talk are originally words that others can hear but can't. It is often said that drunk and spit out the truth, dream and whisper, think about it during the day, and dream at night. To understand what a person really thinks in his heart, only drunken words and dream words can be fully revealed. For this reason, Wang Han's face blushed, after all, everyone's heart activities and the dream words were exposed to people's faces, and there were few who did not blush, not to mention that these two sentences involved the private relationship between men and women, which was originally a blushing word. Of course, you can't generalize about everything, except for the shameless villain.

"Brother Wang. Huangfu Yumei looked at Wang Han tenderly, and asked tentatively: "What kind of woman is she?

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Huangfu Yumei's curiosity, a curious word, made Wang Han's heart heavy, silent, as if he sprinkled diǎn salt on his painful heart, oozing drops of blood, his Wang Han's feelings, how can Huangfu Yumei feel? At this time, he seemed to fall into memory, and saw that the expression on his face was changing rapidly, with joy, pain, confusion, and even disappointment. He was afraid that she would perceive the pain and helplessness in his heart, so he walked slowly and stiffly to the window.

Huangfu Yumei suddenly understood that she had asked a word that she should not ask, which caused him pain and sadness, but this was the sentence she wanted to know the most, in order to identify what his relationship with that woman was, how could she bear not to ask?

I don't know how long it took, the room was completely dark, and Huangfu Yumei carefully turned on the lamp, patiently waiting for his reply to satisfy her curiosity.

Wang Han let out a long sigh and said heavily: "She is a woman, a woman who can drive me crazy and die for her, and at the same time she is also a devil, a devil that no one can touch."

Huangfu Yumei breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and said apologetically in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I think I asked the wrong thing, it will definitely make you sad."

"It's nothing, it's me who asked you to stay, it's me who wants to chat with you" Wang Han still didn't turn around, and he didn't seem to have freed himself from the shadows, as if he was still remembering something.

In order to satisfy her thirst for knowledge, Huangfu Yumei still broke the casserole and asked, "What did she deceive you? Why do you hate her so much?"

Does every woman like to ask other people's feelings ** stories? Or does she really can't find other topics? Maybe Wang Han feels lonely and depressed here, and he really can't find such a person to talk to, or maybe he intends to vent the boredom in his heart in front of her, or maybe he regards her as himself and forgets who she is. For this reason, he told her the story of him, Sun Feixia and Maitreya Wu, and also told her the entangled feelings of the three of them.

While reminiscing, he calmly told the ins and outs of the matter, as if he was talking about something that everyone knew. But she listened intently, not wanting to miss a word, not even a word, and looked at him sympathetically, and with the sigh of his tone, she was also full of pity. At this time, he and she had forgotten about Qiē, their status, their men and women, and even the passage of time, but they felt sorry for each other.

When did Wang Han turn around and sit down? And when did Huangfu Yumei look at him closely? He and she didn't feel it at that time, one person said, one person listened, and in the process of speaking, the distance between the two people was shortened, and it also seemed that the hearts of the two were closer. There is no doubt that love stories are the most compelling and gripping. There are so many touching stories in the world that happen to men and women.

The night was deep, there was no wind and no moon, only the sound of the wind knocking on the doors and windows. The two people in the room were talking thickly, chatting and not stopping the conversation. What is a good story and what is a bad story? The main thing depends on whether the person listening to the story and their inner feelings can resonate.

Huangfu Yumei is undoubtedly the best listener, but also the quietest listener. When Wang Han finished saying his last sentence, he found that the emperor in front of him, Yumei, was listening attentively from beginning to end, listening to his love story that even he couldn't distinguish.

Wang Han took a long breath, his current feeling, as if he had finally arrived at his destination after a thousand miles of travel, felt relaxed like unloading his burden, and also like recovering from a serious illness, as happy as the heavy load, more like meeting a bosom friend, and spit out the secrets in his heart, for this reason, he wanted to listen to Huangfu Yuyu's opinion on himself, and also wanted to understand her opinion of himself, so he asked her: "What do you think?"

"I, my thoughts?" Huangfu Yumei didn't seem to expect him to ask.

Wang Han didn't speak, just looked at Huangfu Yumei fixedly, from his determined eyes, she saw his trust and hope in her, if she didn't answer his questions, so that he could not get the satisfaction of his soul, it would make him miserable and confused, in order to help him muster the courage and hope of life, tell him that the darkest time of the day is also the closest to the light. Life is the same, as long as you can get through this hard and dark time, your life will immediately be full of light and hope.

So she said to him, "I don't dare to think about it."

"Don't dare to think? Why?"

"Because that's not love, and there's no love between you and her, love without love will happen, of course I don't dare to think about it!"

Wang Han felt as if he was at a loss, looked at Huangfu Yumei in confusion, and said reverently: "Please give advice." ”

"Do you want me to say?

"Yes, I want you to sue me, and you must tell me the truth" Wang Han thought, women are easier to understand women, and a mature woman's interpretation of love must also have her unique opinions, besides, Huangfu Yumei has read so many books, and must have brilliant opinions, which will break the fog for him and play a role in clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, so of course Wang Han wants to know her thoughts.

Huangfu Yumei said: "She has never loved you"

"I know, even an idiot knows, otherwise she would never have harmed me!"

"You've never loved her. Huangfu Yumei said again.

Wang Han didn't speak, but Huangfu Yumei saw from his eyes that his words "You have never loved her" to her were difficult to accept, as if to say: "You are not me, how can you be so sure that I have never loved her?"

Huangfu Yumei smiled and said, "You don't love her like that, you just like it." Seeing that he didn't speak, she listened quietly and continued, "The three of you were very young and young when you played together. Now I don't talk about fame, martial arts, or intelligence, but I only talk about age, strictly speaking, at that time you were all half-grown children, how can a child understand the love between men and women? Don't deny it, don't defend it first, wait until I say what I say is perfect?"

She stopped Wang Han, who wanted to stop talking, and continued: "I am a woman, I know that women are precocious, but I also know the state of mind of a big boy who is worried about giving new words. Maybe Sun Feixia had already learned about love at that time, but I'm sure you and Maitreya Wu must not have understood. Of course, you think that you are very happy with her, and even have a feeling of not being able to live without her, but it is just a liking, an instinct, an innate instinct of attraction to the opposite sex, and you think about it carefully, is it as I said?"

Wang Han was silent, and the meaning of silence often means that what others say is reasonable, and he wants to say: "but" but was stopped by Huangfu Yumei raising his hand.

She smiled and said: "I understand what you mean, you are older now, but I still want to sue you, that is not love, it is that after you and her Sun Feixia met again, you are in a mood of atonement, because you think that you and Maitreya Wu have failed her, and her hasty choice of people to marry is also caused by the two of you, so in this case, you also put ' Love is confused, and the more time passes, the more you can't tell whether you love her or not, so that it becomes an established fact that you don't think about it at all, you just think that you should love her because you are with her."

Wang Han really woke up from the Han now, and there was an expression on his thin face that he had never had before, which was a kind of remorse, a kind of relief, a kind of understanding, and an expression of pain, and he couldn't help but ask himself, what should I do?

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