"Do you know, only when I get drunk can I go back to the past, only when I get drunk, can I have a sweet dream, meet you in a dream, Shu'er, am I drunk now?"

Raising his gaze to look at her, he smiled lowly.

She didn't say anything on the other side.

His eyes were squinting, his vision blurred.

"It's drunk, I'm drunk, sober, and then drunk, and then thinking about our past over and over again, Shu'er, I can only think about it, between us, it seems that there are only memories left."

After the prolonged end, the man shook his head helplessly, looked down at the cup on the table in front of him, and laughed out loud.

"Shu'er, you say, I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve it, everything should be borne by me, as your man, doing such a thing will make you look down on you......"

He grinned, but couldn't laugh, and reached out in a panic to get the bottle.

His fingers touched a wine bottle, and he shivered and poured it.

Empty, throw it away, take it again, throw it away again, knowing that he can't find a bottle with wine.

The man slowly became impatient, and staggered to his feet to get the bottle.

He touched his hand indiscriminately, withdrew his hand empty, and sat down on the sofa.

No, not anymore.

He tilted his head and began to look for her, and after fixing his eyes on her, he smiled stupidly, "You're still here, it's good, it's good." ”

At such a distance, she looked at him.

After being drunk, Ye Zhichen, she had seen it many times, but she had never been like this, standing so far away, as if looking at a stranger, letting him go crazy.

In fact, Ye Zhichen's wine is still very good, he will only sleep when he is drunk, and now he ......

Her feet stiffened and she just stood there, watching him struggle alone.

The man's gaze returned to the glass, looking seriously.

There was a short silence before he slowly, in a low voice, as if he were talking to himself.

"Shu'er, I said I love you, can't you trust me again?"

There was no response in the air.

"Shu'er, you don't have to care about these words, I just endured it for three years and wanted to say this."

His voice was faint, and his gaze stayed on the cup, as if it was his Lan Xianshu.

"Shu'er, I've had a bad time in the past three years, I can't sleep all night, I want to numb myself with alcohol, and a few times I've been hospitalized after drinking too much, and Mommy has controlled it and won't let me drink anymore......"

He tilted his head and stared at the glass, his tone pitiful.

"I can't sleep without drinking, and then I start working overtime, doing a lot of work, thinking about using work to numb myself, but it still doesn't seem to work, longing is a strange thing, it is everywhere, you know?

I miss you when I write, I miss you when I eat, I still miss you when I'm tired and in a daze, I miss you when I see things related to you, I think about whether you will see the same scenery with me when it's okay, I think about going out with you when the weather is good, and I want to stay at home with you all day long when the weather is bad......"

He pursed his lips and smiled, and his sweet smile was instantly bitter.

"That's good, right, if we're still together, it must be like this, it must be like this......"

His breathing began to get heavier.