As a new youth in the era of normal, positive and progressive socialism, how can Doudou see death without help?

She caught up with Yan Mosheng without hesitation, ready to brainwash him.

There was a cool wind blowing on the rooftop, cold stars hanging, and a half-old lamp tube shining.

Yan Mosheng didn't jump off the building as Doudou thought, but lay down regardless of how dirty the ground was.

Doudou was stunned, and the hand that was about to hit "110" was taken back.

Such words made her a little at a loss.

In her eyes, Yan Mosheng is a standard beautiful man, in line with her aesthetics, although the previous few sides were not very pleasant, she also beat people......

However, she really likes this type.

And Doudou is a person who will take the initiative to pursue as long as he likes it.

For Yan Mosheng, he also chased him to the studio to hook up with him in a half-tone and half-fun mood.

For some reason, when she saw such a speech, the rough woman's heart couldn't help but feel a little ...... Distressed.

She thought about it, walked to Yan Mosheng's side, and lay down like him.

The concrete floor is hard and cold, and it's not comfortable to lie on.

Yan Mosheng noticed that someone was coming, looked sideways, and saw that the person who came was Doudou, and his mood became very delicate.

"Why are you here?"

"Huh? Xiao Shengsheng, I'll talk to you about poetry and songs, and accompany you to see the wind and snow~ How lonely it is to be alone. Doudou said with a grin.

"You......" Yan Mosheng sighed, but didn't say anything, but quietly looked at the sky.

The sky was dark, the stars overhead were lonely, and all that could be heard was the sound of the wind and each other's heartbeats.

Yan Mosheng asked: "Doudou, you said that people don't have dreams, what is the difference between that and salted fish?" ”

"Yes!"

Doudou pondered for a long time, and just when Yan Mosheng began to look forward to her answer, he only heard three words pop out of her mouth: "Not salty enough." ”

Yan Mosheng: "......" He shouldn't have expectations for this tease!

"Whatever dreams are, they are things that can only be thought about in dreams." Yan Mosheng put his hand under his head and said softly.

"That's true, but isn't it because you have a dream in your heart that you have the will to realize it?" Doudou was rarely serious, "I used to have a lot of messy ideas, and when I was a child, I wanted to be a traveler because I could travel all over the mountains and rivers. Later, if you want to be a foodie, you can eat a lot of delicious food...... Although none of them have come true, but ah, I am very happy, there were those beautiful dreams in the past time, they grew up with me, maybe they will never be realized, but I will cherish those memories, what do you think? ”

Yan Mosheng was silent for a long time before he pulled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Doudou, it turns out that you can also talk about psychological chicken soup." ”

"Phew! This is my insight, and I don't tell him what ordinary people do. ”

Yan Mosheng smiled at the corner of his lips.

"What if it doesn't work out? Do you want to give up? ”

Doudou rolled his eyes: "If you can't achieve it, bury it deep in your heart, be a hobby, be a secret, whatever." ”

Yan Mosheng sat up, "That makes sense." ”

Doudou followed and smirked: "That's all out of reach, I want to ask you now, do you lack a female pot friend?" ”

Yan Mosheng slowly approached Doudou, and his handsome face made Doudou's heartbeat can't help but accelerate.

But what Mo Sheng said made her collapse-

"I treat you as a brother, why do you think of me?"

(End of chapter)