Qian Aishu found Wang Liang in the woods behind the school. Qian Aishu said to Wang Liang: "Do you really not love her?" Wang Liang said: "I love her, but the love between us is really slowly disappearing, I swear, everything I say is my heart." There's nothing I can do. Really, I'm so distressed. ”

No girl in this world would believe such a statement, Wang Liang's girlfriend turned her head and ran away crying. Wang Liang wanted to chase it, but he still didn't move after all, maybe he realized that all this had become unacceptable.

Qian Aishu couldn't find the right words to say to this friend who was becoming increasingly eccentric. Qian Aishu hurried to find Wang Liang's poor girlfriend. Hey, it is impossible for her to experience Wang Liang's eccentric psychology in her life. After finding her, Qian Aishu talked to her a lot, starting with Wang Liang's strange words, and finally she asked Qian Aishu suspiciously, "Do you think Wang Liang still loves me?" "Of course!" Qian Aishu hurriedly replied, "I know him best." She smiled a little, "Then I don't blame him, I know he's under a lot of pressure." ”

However, every time they met, Wang Liang said to his girlfriend again and again that very incomprehensible sentence, "Our love is disappearing day by day...... At first, his girlfriend came to tell Qian Aishu a few times. Qian Aishu also talked to Wang Liang a few times, but Wang Liang's answer was exactly the same as before. In the end, the girl was almost tortured by Wang Liang and went crazy, she said, Liangliang, since you don't love me anymore, let's break up, although I love you very much, love crazy...... At this, the girl could not stop crying. Then he turned away with tears streaming down his face. Wang Liang squatted there painfully with his head in his hands. Qian Aishu didn't say anything.

The two of them came to the tavern that Wang Liang used to frequent. After getting drunk once, maybe Wang Liang will be better, Qian Aishu thought so.

They didn't say a word, they just drank. I don't know how many bottles I drank, I don't know what time I drank, the feeling of drinking is like this, the more I drink, the more I want to drink, and in the end it's not that you're drinking, but that you're drinking, you're just a container. Drunk people tend to be the ones who don't know the taste of alcohol the most, and every time they get drunk, the taste of alcohol is forgotten.

In the afternoon of the next day, Wang Liang took leave and went back.

After breakfast on the third day, the head teacher called Qian Aishu and Wang Ling to the office. The teacher looked sad, and he handed Qian Aishu a letter, "It's all my fault, I didn't notice Wang Liang's psychological changes before." "The teacher is wiping tears.

Qian Aishu opened the letter, he was stunned, and he couldn't believe that everything in the letter was true:

Qian Aishu, Zhang Hu, Liu Qi, Wang Ling:

I'm sorry, I can't talk to you about life anymore. I decided to use death to free everything. I really love her, but I mean it, I really feel that our love is slowly disappearing, I just want to save our love, but she can't understand everything I said. I'm a poet, I don't have poetry, and now I don't have her. I really can't live. Farewell, friends. We will still be good friends in the next life. I will always remember our happy times together and I hope you will remember me. Don't call me stupid, it's my choice after serious consideration. I believe I'm right. Tell her that I love her and that I will prove it all with my life.

Love your brightness. ”

Unconsciously, tears had flowed, and Qian Aishu couldn't accept everything that came suddenly. He really didn't dare or wanted to believe that Wang Liang had left him forever. Such a familiar face, such a familiar person. His hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was shaking. In the future, he will never see Wang Liang again, and he will never be able to see him again.

As soon as he walked out of the head teacher's office, Wang Liang's girlfriend appeared in front of Qian Aishu crying bitterly, and collapsed into his arms like a prostration. Qian Aishu was already numb, and he let her cry bitterly in his arms, without any expression or movement. "Liang Liang is gone, Liang Liang is gone." She was repeating those four words. His body twitched intensely, "Liangliang, why don't you give me more time?" It's all my fault. Oh, oh......"

Qian Aishu really couldn't accept all this, and they went to see Wang Liang together. Wang Ling said, why are we always so vulnerable? Oh, yes. What makes Wang Liang so vulnerable?

Wang Liang lay quietly on the bed. His hair was still his favorite part, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were quietly closed. In the future, he doesn't have to think about anything, his poems, his love, everything. Happily lying in bed.

Wang Liang's mother sat on the edge of the bed with dull eyes, slowly stroked Wang Liang's head with both hands, and muttered to herself, "Liangliang, sleep well, don't think about anything." Mommy is waiting for you to get up and eat. "The tears have long since dried up. Grief is not enough to express the complex emotions of the heart.

Qian Aishu didn't know how to comfort Wang Liang's mother. Wen Rui said, Auntie, the festival mourns smoothly, pay attention to take care of your body. Wang Liang's mother is immersed in her own world and will not feel anything.

Poor Wang Liang's father seems to be dozens of years old all of a sudden, and he has to deal with the changes that happened in addition to grief. All consolation is superfluous. "Uncle, take care of your health." Qian Aishu really can't bear to say any more. "It's all because we're not good, it's too demanding of him, it's too much pressure on him. No, I didn't know what was going on in his mind. Wang Liang's father said sadly.

Qian Aishu involuntarily walked to the tavern they had just been to the day before yesterday. The table by the window on the left. There is no thinking, no joy or sorrow, he just drinks. In the end, the boss stopped giving him alcohol. So he went to the shop opposite to buy wine and brought it back to the tavern to drink. I don't know how many times I bought it. In the end, he lost his memory, forgot everything that had happened, and for a moment completely forgot the whole sad world.

When Qian Aishu woke up, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed, his head was numb and there was a faint pain. He couldn't remember what had happened, only yesterday, probably yesterday, when he went to drink, but alone.

Wang Ling walked in, "You're awake, you've been sleeping for almost a day and a night." ”

"This is your home?"

"Well, I saw you enter the tavern, so I followed. I didn't dare to stop you from drinking, so I just sat by and watched. You never noticed. ”

"You helped me back?"

"Hmm. You hate it to death, and I'm throwing up all over my body. ”

Qian Aishu looked at Wang Ling embarrassedly.

"It's been a long time to change your clothes, what else are you looking at...... Are you alright? ”

"It's okay." Qian Aishu slowly got up, "Is your mother at home?" ”

"Not there." "Thank goodness!" "My mom won't blame you if she's here, my mom is fine."

"Who said your mom was bad. I just don't want to ruin the image of our school. ”

Wang Ling pursed her lips and smiled. "You can't hurt yourself like this in the future."

"Well, thank you."

"Thank you, we're good friends."

"Got it."

Wang Ling dodged Qian Aishu's eyes, "I'll help you bring your clothes." Let's change my clothes. You're still wearing my dad's clothes, and yours has been washed. Wang Ling turned around and went out to get her clothes. Looking at her back, a warm current rose in Qian Aishu's heart, except for Aunt Qian, no woman would take care of him like this.

Back at school, Qian Aishu continued his intense study life. He often thinks of Wang Liang, and he knows that he will not be able to meet such a good friend in the future. He also went to the tavern from time to time. But he didn't drink like he used to, and he knew that Wang Ling would be very worried.

Wang Liang went like this. Qian Aishu often thinks of him.