The plum shadow is sparse, and the dark fragrance floats.

The hut was lit up like a bean.

On the table was a jar of wine urns with clay seals.

On each side is a jade bowl, filled with wine.

The jade bowl brings amber light.

Wine is good wine.

Du Kang wine, which has been buried in the ground for nearly a hundred years, no one can say that it is not good.

We should be generous and unforgettable, and how can we relieve our worries?

But in the eyes of the two people who were sitting and drinking opposite each other, the other party was more mellow and intoxicating than this superb wine.

They are not only rivals who share the same sky, but also friends who love each other.

This is not surprising, and many people's friendships often come from sympathy.

Heroes cherish heroes!

It's just because there are many swordsmen in this martial arts, but there are not many heroes.

It's not a special combination, but it's a combination with a story.

Jiang Yanchen and Dark Night Death are one of them.

Silent night, cold moon, warm pavilion, sandalwood.

Anyone who sees this situation cannot but say that it is very fascinating.

With such a beautiful scenery, it is really hard to believe that this room has experienced a life-and-death battle.

Why did the two turn against each other?

For people, women.

Women are a disaster, and a beautiful woman is even more of a disaster, which is good.

How many grievances and hatreds in the world have been set off by red faces.

Chu Menglin is undoubtedly such a woman.

She is very beautiful, so beautiful that she is captivating the country and the city, and her elegance is peerless.

Needless to say, this would have been able to make the two young masters of the Shadow Sacrifice Sect who had always been above the top tempting at the same time, and naturally it would not be ugly.

But, who knows: the red face of the alluring city - because of the foundation of the city, under her pomegranate skirt, is about to fall.

The beauty of the peerless - because the men who had feelings for her have since been extinct.

There is a saying that a beautiful woman can get the true love of a man, and it is her happiness. But when she gets the love of a group of men and fights for it, it's her sadness.

This contest began in a coma and ended in confusion, how could a typo cover it.

However, there are doubts, but who can answer them on their behalf?

Chu Menglin is not wrong, she doesn't love the person who falls in love with her. Emotional matters are extremely difficult to explain in the first place.

Whose fault is that?

The candlesticks that were silently placed on the window frame suddenly burst into a spark.

"Smack". The crispness in the ears broke the silence in the warm pavilion, and at the same time attracted the eyes of the two. This glance has determined the fate of this world, and I will never abandon it, and I can no longer move away.

For a long time, a long time, so long that the two of them seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and the wine in the bowl had forgotten to shake.

Jiang Yanchen said lightly: "You have something on your mind. ”

Dark Night smiled bitterly: "Who is without a heart?"

Indeed, they have carried too much. Can you take advantage of tonight to get drunk?

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows. And in their hearts, there are even more sorrows, but with whom do they speak?

Once the conversation box is opened, it is difficult to put it away again.

Spit out the truth after drinking. The wine table is the most suitable place to talk.

Unfortunately, today, at this moment, is not a good time to talk, at least not for them.

No matter how sweet the wine is, it is also bitter when it is drunk in the mouth of the frustrated. Because of the pain in my heart, I can't speak.

The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

Jiang Yanchen finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you still blaming me?"

Nightshade did not answer, but raised his glass and drank it up.

He couldn't answer, or he didn't know how to answer. Therefore, he only drank alcohol.

Drinking alcohol can sometimes be a substitute for a thousand words. It's like this for the night, and it's better for anyone.

Jiang Yanchen also raised his glass and drank dry. The same is true for him, because he is also human.

Since it is human, it will be human. At the same time, there will be too many emotions to help yourself.

Tomorrow will be the day of great joy for him and Chu Menglin.

On the eve of the wedding, he, the prospective groom, put on a sad face, drinking with another sad person.

It's not that he doesn't love Chu Menglin, by no means.

On the contrary, he loved her very much. Love is willing to take the initiative to take on all the difficult tasks, just to keep her safe, love to always turn his back to her, but stand in front of her, for her to resist all the wind and rain on the way, love to her smile, willing to give up all the credit in hand, to suffer the punishment of Najia, love to her for a wronged look, willing to reason with the sect leader, for her to fight for the little justice in the Shadow Sacrifice Sect, comparable to a rare point, love to see her sweetheart deceive her, would rather be rejected by her, but insist on explaining the truth to her.

In this case, it is an extremely pleasant thing to be able to tie the knot with your beloved, and grow old together and rely on each other from now on.

However, when joy reaches the extreme, it can also be sad. His love is real, and his pain is real. There is as much helplessness as there is truth in the world.

What exactly was he thinking?

Or maybe it's because he doesn't think anything that he's in pain.

He didn't want to, not because he couldn't think of anything. It's because he needs to think too much, so much that even if he racks his brains, he can't do everything. He can't do it, and neither can the gods.

Since you can't do it, it's better not to want to.

There is so much suffering in the world, and it is caused by the human mind. If everyone could be free from desires and desires, then there would be no worries and pains in the world. At the same time, there will be a lot less happiness.

How much sweetness you get, how much pain comes with it. The world is cruel, and it is because of this that it is a real world.

Jiang Yanchen loves Chu Menglin, and he is Jiang Yanchen's brother who died in the dark, and he also loves Chu Menglin, and he has also loved him for many years.

Chu Menglin didn't love any of them, but now she was going to marry Jiang Yanchen. How can the heart be peaceful in the dark night?

Even if he knew that Jiang Yanchen was stronger than himself everywhere, how could he be peaceful?

At least, on the side of not getting the affection of the beloved woman, they are the same to each other regardless of whether they are high or low. However, in the midst of this, there are different ones. How can you tell him to be peaceful?

If you die in the night, you will be unbearable. If you don't understand it now, it's because you haven't had a similar experience.

Jiang Yanchen did, so he could understand. It is also more painful because of this.

He's tired, he's tired. The only difference between the tiredness of the heart and the tiredness of the body is that the physical strength can always recover, and once a heart is broken, it is difficult to repair it.

He had to say something, or he would be overwhelmed by the tiredness.

But what could he say? He could only obey the will of the sect master, not disobey it? Or did he never love Meng Lin and didn't want to marry her?

This is a cruel lie. The Dark Night knows him, and no one knows him better than the Night Dead. If he can't love Chu Menglin, unless his heart is no longer beating.

Once a lie is exposed, isn't it more hateful than a sharp truth?

Jiang Yanchen could only smile bitterly: "I know you hate me." From the moment the sect leader personally married Meng Lin to me, you hated me. ”

The night is not denied. He just drank, and drank more urgently.

Jiang Yanchen said: "Since you hate me, the person you don't want to see the most now is just me." Then why did you come to drink with me?"

"I don't want to talk to you. I just want to drink. ”

"I don't like you as a person, but your wine is still good. ”

Today, even if his enemies come to him for a drink, he will definitely not refuse. He was originally a person who was not good at refusing.

The wine cup has seen the bottom, the wine is empty, but the sorrow in the heart of the dark night will not be empty.

Because he hated, every nerve of his, every consciousness, was intensely hateful, but he could do nothing. He has to control himself at all times, in order to keep his current position, even if he regards it like dung.

In order to keep his current life, even if he has long hated this bottomless abyss like stagnant water.

It seems foolish to sacrifice everything, to give up everything for the sake of what you hate. But if you're in his shoes, you don't feel that way anymore.

Not only is it not stupid, but it is pathetic, pathetic.

No one could understand his sorrow, and he seemed destined to be lonely and lonely.

No young man of his age would be willing to work hard all day long and survive in the cracks. Where there is oppression, there will be resistance, not to mention, he is not a good-tempered person in the first place.

There are some things that don't need to be said, because even if they are spoken, they still can't be solved. Just like the inextricable threads, cut constantly, and the sorting is messy.

The atmosphere in the room is still dull, with a pungent smell. It seems that the decisive battle has not ended, just waiting for someone to re-ignite the fuse. Disputes are on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Yanchen sighed, lifted the wine jar, and his fingertips inadvertently stopped on the back of the dark night's hand, and he stopped talking.

The night died as if he had been burned by coals, stared at him with angry eyes, and withdrew his palm with a "swish". He said coldly: "You'd better not say anything to me now." Because once you say it, our friendship is over. ”

He really didn't have to say this sentence, just because his eyes had clearly conveyed this message.

What did Jiang Yanchen want to say? How did he know that those words would inevitably arouse his disgust?

Maybe he already knew it, but he just didn't want to face it. Years of cooperation have already formed a wonderful tacit understanding between the two. There is no need to open your mouth, and the other can grasp your intentions.

The windows were blown open, and a gust of cold wind swept into the house with the chill of late autumn. Who knows whose heart has been awakened by this cold wind, and whose love has been disturbed?

Jiang Yanchen was extremely irritable in his heart, and put aside the wine jar and walked around the room like a trapped beast. Ignoring him in the dark, he shifted his gaze to the wine jar on the table, and was silent for a while.

Jiang Yanchen suddenly stood still, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "You don't need to vomit me like this." So I'm going to go to the sect master now to make it clear, and it's better to reject this family affair than to be hated for no reason!"

He was ready to go out. However, before he could take a step, a sword with a cold light was nailed to the door first. Jiang Yanchen didn't have to look back, he also knew who was responsible for this attack.

The dark night died in a big voice, and said loudly: "You are not allowed to go! If you dare to talk nonsense in front of the sect master, I will kill you now!"

Jiang Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, laughing arrogantly and laughing presumptuously.

Dark Night said angrily, "What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?"

Jiang Yanchen sneered endlessly, and said, "What a big breath! Do you think you can kill me?"

Yes, if it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, that sword would have pierced the throat of the dark night. The result of this competition has already been decided.

Nightshade figured this out, and he laughed too, and laughed bitterly, and laughed bitterly.

Who knew that these two kinds of laughter contained completely different meanings?

When people are happy, they still shed tears.

In the same way, people laugh when they are extremely sad.

Dark Night Death smiled and laughed, and suddenly burst into tears.

His eyes were blood-red, and he suddenly raised his head and said, "You laugh because you won." My existence, from beginning to end, has always been for you to reflect the limelight! I can't do anything well, and in the eyes of the sect master, I am just a substitute for you. I'm such a useless waste, don't you think I'm ridiculous?"

Jiang Yanchen said: "It's not like this......"

He only said five words, and he couldn't say any more.

"No, even if there are thousands of women in front of you, vying for a hug, they can't match your weight.

You have always been a special presence in my heart. ”

He didn't understand these words, and since he didn't understand them, why did he have to say them? Just because he touched a nail in front of him doesn't mean that he likes to bring humiliation on himself, and no one likes it.