Mu Yi vomited slightly, soaked his head in cold water, and then went out.

"Miss, do you need to help you get a taxi?" The waitress hurriedly helped her when she came out.

Mu swept her chin with her slight fingertips, pouted her lips and flashed a flying kiss, shaking her hands angrily and shaking outward.

On a late autumn night, the cold air was quite heavy, and Mu swayed on the road with a slight coat.

Luo Cunyuan looked at the people in front of him who were really difficult, stopped, and said in a cold voice: "You go." ”

Zhuo Lun stepped back and spoke: "I promise, she is not awake at all, and her mother can't recognize her." ”

In Mu Yiwei's current state, there must be physical contact, and he didn't have the courage to step forward.

Luo Cunyuan froze in place, and suddenly took a step, rushing to grab her shoulders in front of the tree and take her arms.

He gently shook someone with closed eyes in the crook of his arm, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile: "Live there." ”

Mu Yiwei pulled his arm and turned it around, eating and laughing: "Home, Yangcheng." ”

The corners of Luo Cunyuan's lips overflowed with a smile, and his arms tightened, this is a wronged homesickness.

"Zhuolun, address."

"At No. 36 Yanjie Road, Mr. Luo, Miss Mu and Tang Zhanya live together." As far as he knows, Tang Zhanya has been discharged from the hospital and is recuperating at home.

Mu Yiwei struggled to get rid of him, but Luo Cunyuan didn't dare to let go too much, but made her twist and turn in her arms like a kitten.

Luo Cunyuan only felt the heat rushing up, and clasped her waist with his backhand and said in a hoarse voice: "Wei girl, don't make trouble." ”

The low humility buried in the depths of memory is accompanied by a dusty name that has been sealed for a long time, and it has come through the years.

Mu Yi suddenly opened his eyes, met the clear and dusty face, and crashed into the man's inky deep eyes.

"Brother—" She blurted out, naturally murmuring softly without the slightest hesitation, as clear as yesterday.

Luo Cunyuan only heard a slight 'click' sound, and the hard fortress that had been built up through the vicissitudes of time in his heart burst open with the light sound, and collapsed all over the barren land.

He closed his eyes and caressed her towards his arms.

Decades have passed, and the crispness like a yellow warbler still breaks down all his defenses so easily, impacting the deepest softness in his heart.

"Wow-" Mu Yiwei hung on his neck and cried loudly: "Brother, where did you go?" They bullied me. ”

Thin lips pressed against her forehead, and the corners of her lips were warm and fine.

Mu Yiwei cried enough, pushed away his wrinkled little nose: "Don't think that you can lie to me if you look like my brother, tell you, Liu Cunyuan's bastard has long forgotten that I am his sister-in-law, it's all nonsense." ”

The dim lights shine on the streets of the city, and the endless stream of cars sps by.

On the Lanyu Bridge on the bank of the Haihai River, Mu Yiwei roared in the wind: "Liu Cunyuan, you bastard, you have been missing for so many years." Big liar, I said that I would not leave, and I said that I would always be by my side, all of them are liars......"

Luo Cunyuan stood at the head of the bridge, and his desolate loneliness covered his body in an instant.

In what capacity should he appear, Luo's Shaodong or Liu Cunyuan?

Ten years ago, in Mu Yiwei's last phone call, he did say that he was tired and would disappear for a few days.

From beginning to end, if he wanted to accompany her forever, Luo Cunyuan didn't have a chance to say it.

Therefore, it should be Zhibin who said those words.

You're still together, right?

So after he disappeared, she was so heartbroken that she married Ren Ze.

The cold wind swept by, and Luo Cunyuan's upright body suddenly fell like a withered wild vine grass between the ridges, crawling down towards the frosty soil, without any vitality.

Over the years, Luo Cunyuan has asked himself more than once.

Where will they eventually go? If there is no appearance of Zhibin.

But there is no if in the world, and everything came to an abrupt end with the appearance of Zhibin before it was too late to start.

The wind was as cold as a knife, passing by the bridgehead, and Mu Yiwei, who was shrinking at the bridgehead, trembled.

Luo Cunyuan pulled back his thoughts and stepped forward to take the person who had fallen asleep into his arms.

Zhuo Lun hesitated several times, and finally stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Luo, stop him, he is coming to the Pearl River." ”

Luo Cunyuan paused for a moment, hugged Mu Yiwei and walked towards the car.

It was too dark, and Zhuo Lun couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only feeling that the wind was whistling in an instant, and the chill was soaking his bones.