"Chen Yuan."

In an instant, Lin Zijia stiffened, so helpless that he didn't even know how to swing his hands.

How happy I was just now, how shocked I was at this moment, this heart seemed to go from a paradise full of light to a dark hell, from the bustling city to the desolation of no one caring, from the joy of anticipation to the heart-rending despair.

Her hand was soft, and when she climbed his neck, he could obviously feel a warmth, but when he felt it again, he found that it was a piece of ice, and he felt half a beat slow when he shivered.

"Chen Yuan," she spoke, her tone was a little coquettish, she didn't open her eyes, but her initiative was too obvious, "You kiss me, kiss me."

Lin Zijia wanted to let go of her hand, let her fall to the ground alone, hurt her, sober up, it was better to throw her brain out, see who he was, and see who he was.

But he didn't.

Maybe the ground was too hard, or maybe her body was too soft, which made him feel compassion, and he suddenly had an illusion that she fell, and maybe the person who hurt more was not her, but him.

Lin Zijia palmed the back of her head with one hand, moved deadly, sent the person to her, kissed her suddenly, and gnawed and bitten, eager to tear off a piece of meat.

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan."

She whispered softly, crying, "You've hurt me."

Lin Zijia let go of her strength, her hands holding her were shaking, the two of them fell and sat on the edge of the road, her face was full of tears, and Lin Zijia also cried together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you in love with someone else?"

His tears were no less than hers: "You haven't loved me yet, how can you fall in love with someone else."

On this night, there were no vehicles on the road, the night was darker than all the previous days, and the street lamps were dim, stretching the figures of the two people holding each other and reflecting them on the ground together, which was inseparable.

Lin Zijia asked over and over again, "Don't like me anymore?"

But no one answered him.

He picked her up horizontally, and walked step by step towards the way home, tired, he carried her on his back, in the deserted street, with only a row of street lamps to accompany him, as if there was no end, and he asked as he went, "Who am I?"

"Ah Yuan."

"Who am I?"

"Chen Yuan."

"I...... Who is it?"

"Senior," Su Baixi drunkenly touched the back of his neck and kissed his neck, "If, if the person I met first was you, how much more ......would it be?"

Lin Zijia clenched his hands, his fists were so hard that he could see the looming cyan tendons, he didn't say a word, and continued to walk towards this road with her on his back.

"I don't want to be alone, it's too dark," she probably didn't know what she was talking about, and at the end of the thought, she buried herself in his back and cried, "It's a long road, I've walked so far, I can't get to the end, I'm afraid, I'm too scared."

Lin Zijia lowered his eyes and looked at the ground under his feet: "Didn't I carry you on my back."

"It's too dark."

Lin Zijia said, "There is a lamp."

"It's still too dark."

Lin Zijia didn't get tired of it, and her coaxing voice was a little more astringent: "Look up, there is starlight."

"When are you leaving?"

Lin Zijia said, "I'm not going to leave."

"Will you stay with me forever?" Her whispered voice seemed to be speaking to herself, "You're going to stay with me all the time?"

If it weren't for getting close, Lin Zijia wouldn't have heard this sentence at all, but he heard it, so he continued to coax: "Yes, I'll go behind your back, if you point in the direction, I'll go wherever I go."

Su Baixi didn't say anything, she lay on Lin Zijia's back, her head resting on his shoulder, quietly, as if she had fallen asleep.

After arriving home, Lin Zijia put her in the bedroom on the second floor, guarded by the bed, watched, and stayed all night.

He thought about everything over the years, and he couldn't figure it out, how could Su Baixi say that he didn't like him anymore?

He's still useful, why doesn't she want him anymore.

But in the end, he found that in his heart, he actually knew the answer, he just didn't want to admit the answer, he even wanted to deceive himself, reverse time, and then pretend that nothing happened.

Pretending that Su Baixi is still the previous Su Baixi.

He had to admit that he was too conceited, he thought that Su Baixi had to be him, relying on Su Baixi's needs unscrupulously, he thought that Su Baixi couldn't do without him.

This kind of inseparability, limited to Su Baixi, needs his strength, needs his background and family background.

Even all the men who appeared next to her, he looked unhappy, but he never thought that Su Baixi would really run away with anyone, compared to Su Baixi's willingness to be good with others, he was more willing to believe that Su Baixi deliberately found him angry.

But it wasn't until she got drunk that she was still shouting "Chen Yuan" clearly, and at that moment, Lin Zijia suddenly felt regretful, maybe he didn't use the right method from the beginning.

He lost Su Baixi.

She is no longer the one, no matter what he says about her or what he does to her, after she runs out of the house, Su Baixi will still appear at the door of the house with breakfast the next day.

This time, she ran out, and she really ran away, and she won't come back to coax him.

When Su Baixi woke up, he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her face quietly, "Are you awake?"

She frowned, her memory was a little trance, she didn't really remember what happened yesterday, she only felt that her eyes were a little swollen, she should have cried.

"Do you have a headache?" Lin Zijia helped her up, and put a pillow behind her by the way, "I asked people to make a sobering soup, do you want to drink some?" Sister Bai Xi.".

Su Baixi raised his head and glanced at him.

It's just one night, Su Baixi suddenly felt that Lin Zijia had changed a lot, this feeling couldn't be said, she only felt that the aura on his body was very different from before.

"Who did it?"

"I called a babysitter to do it temporarily," Lin Zijia said softly, as if she was afraid of arguing her, "I didn't participate, and I won't drink it to the hospital."

Su Baixi didn't expect him to say everything he said, in fact, she was really afraid of going to the hospital, but she asked very tactfully.

Lin Zijia silently poured some medicine for her: "You can't drink alcohol and forget about the stomach bleeding in the hospital before? If I hadn't found you yesterday, you would have died on the side of the road."

There is no intention of inviting merit, but Su Baixi will always not understand it properly during this time, she is not for everyone, but only for Lin Zijia, so what she heard was that Lin Zijia mocked and laughed at her, and she was interested in watching the excitement.

Yesterday he drank too much wine, cried and made trouble, and I can't be sure that he actually watched the joke all night.

Su Baixi looked coldly: "Then you just let me die on the side of the road, no one wants you to bring me back."

Lin Zijia paused.

If it was before, he would have said two words of irony back, but today he unexpectedly did not fight-for-tat, but handed a glass of water over: "Eat quickly, you hurt for a long time yesterday."