The hot pot continued to boil, but no one paid attention to what was boiling inside, even if the leaves had been boiled to a pulp, they could not get the slightest care.

At this time, the three people of the "Imperial Spirit Hall" had all put down their chopsticks and turned their heads to look at Ji Danhuang, with a look of quiet waiting on their faces. Chen Huangying would always hand over a tissue at the right time for Ji Danhuang to wipe his tears and snot, lest he make himself too wolf.

Nangong Jun didn't have much experience of things like falling out of love, but Long Jin and Chen Huangying knew very well what it was like for their loved ones to leave. In order not to affect more important and more widely implicated matters, you must adjust your feelings in the shortest possible time, calm yourself down, and keep yourself from being overly sad.

Not expressing xiàn does not mean that you are not sad, uncomfortable or painful, but you have learned to suppress your mood and not let the people around you worry.

It was precisely because they knew how painful it was to endure alone, so they called Ji Danhuang out to find a way for him to vent after they were done. This child does not have such a strong heart as theirs, and he can suppress the depression in his heart, and after a long time, he is afraid that he will become seriously ill.

Ji Danhuang was not polite, he howled loudly, and he couldn't take care of his image at all. After more than an hour, he was finally tired and gradually quieted down, but his eyes were already red and swollen.

"Dahuang, Dahuang?" Chen Huangying shook his skills in front of Ji Danhuang's eyes twice, "How do you feel?"

Ji Danhuang was a little stunned, turned his head to look at Chen Huangying woodenly, and only said after a long time: "I ......" reached out and touched his chest, "Here, it doesn't seem to be so blocked, but it still feels very bad." ”

Crying can indeed vent the negative feelings in your heart. But this is really too tiring and tired, Ji Danhuang only feels weak now. It seems that even breathing is a little weak. It was like a mountain pressing down on his chest, and it was like the air around him condensed into jelly, making him breathless.

I'm really tired, and it seems like I'm stuck in a lot of things. If he didn't spit it out, he was afraid that he would be suffocated to death.

He didn't seem to feel anything other than being tired. The strength of the previous cup of Moutai seemed to have poured out with his tears, and his head was not dizzy, but it hurt a little.

Chen Huangying took out some mutton from the pot. Sandwiched into Ji Danhuang's bowl and mixed with sesame sauce: "Dahuang, you're tired of crying, come and eat two bites of meat." ”

Ji Danhuang looked at the meat in the bowl, he didn't have any appetite, he had just eaten two bites of the baked cake and was still lying on the table at the moment, and he was not in the mood to pick it up and eat it. However, looking at the eager eyes of the three people in the "Imperial Spirit Hall", he felt that if he didn't eat, he would definitely worry them. So he put a piece of mutton in his mouth and chewed it slowly, but he couldn't taste the slightest fragrance, but it was like chewing wax.

Long Jin slowly waited for Ji Danhuang to swallow that piece of mutton. Then he said, "Don't you want to say something?"

"I ......"

Ji Danhuang looked up at Long Jin, sighed, and shook his head. He actually has a lot of words in his heart now, but if he really wants to say it. He didn't know what to say.

Long Jin said: "If you don't want to say it, you can type on the penguin." ”

Ji Danhuang thought about it, but still shook his head. He was too lazy to reach for his phone. More lazy to type.

If he hadn't mentioned it before, he could have pretended to be good. Now when I mention it, I feel exhausted, I just want to close my eyes and sleep in the past, and I don't care about anything.

Seeing that Ji Danhuang really didn't speak, Long Jin made a color to Chen Huangying and asked him to speak. Chen Huangying has always spoken straight, and he often comes out without opening his mouth through his brain, so he doesn't cause much trouble for this. But at this time, it's best to let this guy with a mouth faster than his head provoke Ji Danhuang first, maybe wait for the next mouth, and just say it all.

Chen Huangying looked at Long Jin, and then at Ji Danhuang, but he didn't know what to say. After struggling for a while, he finally couldn't help it, and said to Ji Danhuang: "Dahuang, isn't the eldest brother talking about you, isn't it just a broken love? Without Tang Yuzhu, you can find a better one, don't you?"

Ji Danhuang raised his eyes and looked at Chen Huangying, nodded and said, "Well, after breaking up, I can find a better one." ”

It's not that he doesn't understand this truth, if it is used to persuade others, he can open his mouth and not even hit him. But if he tries to persuade himself, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it.

After all, some things are clear to the authorities and bystanders. Even before, no matter how clear and thorough it was, once it was experienced, it would always be different, and everyone was the same.

Before tempting the heart, how rational he is, how firm he is to his bottom line, how he understands his own situation, how much he insists on his original self, but as long as he meets such a person, he will be thrown out of the clouds, and he will lower himself to the dust and below the nine springs without any bottom line and without persistence. Until one day, like a convulsion, I briefly found the thorny self, and a few words stiffened the relationship between each other, and then I realized how stupid and hopeless I was before.

From love to worry, from love to fear, if separated from the lover, worry-free and fearless.

How many people think they can understand this sentence, but in the end they will dig a pit for themselves to jump. I know that as long as I calmly take everything as important as it is not so important, I will not be hurt, but who can really control my heart?

When the love is deep, the heart is no longer under its own control. In this state of loss of control, unconsciously, he pierced one steel needle after another into his body, pierced into his heart, and gradually adhered to the flesh. When I felt the pain, I wanted to get out of the shackles, but I could only be ruthless, cut the flesh with a knife, endure the pain of digging the heart and bones, pull out the steel needles from the body one by one, tear the flesh and dig the bones apart, and then carefully stitch them up, licking the wounds alone in the dead of night, not letting anyone see my scarred self.

And after that, when the pain was so frightened, he became cautious, he became timid as a mouse, and he never dared to go near the steel needle again. Even if you know that after the steel needle pierces your body, it will really hurt you for a while, and the steel needle may have a small chance of brewing a dazzling pearl like a mussel shell, but you don't dare to try it lightly. (To be continued......)