Here she comes.

It's so bland.

She always came gently, just like back then, gently broke into Fang Yin's life, touched Fang Yin's heart, and controlled Fang Yin's world.

As if never left.

She finally came, and the beautiful flowers bloomed again, in front of Fang Yin's eyes-

And just a glance, tears slid down the ground!

All that face was written was apology, and the apology in his eyes was even more distinct.

There is no need to talk about it again! There is no need to say more! It only takes one glance at Fang Yin to collapse, and tears flow into a river again! It only takes one glance for Fang Yin to understand and understand the doomed result. It was just self-deception to understand all the thoughts, and to understand her choice, or that one-

And how?

Just crying, silently sad, perhaps the biggest sorrow is this silent tear, Fang Yin just wanted to ask her: Why?

But the opening became: You are here.

The dream is shattered, and it is time to wake up, but, but, why is it alive?

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, there is such a saying.

You've lost weight. She's talking.

What about being thin? So what? What about making people haggard for Yi? It was I who waited for this day to bury me with your own hands like burying Qingfeng. Fang Yin turned around, he didn't want her to see his tearful face, he wanted to walk away and want to escape, but how could he give up! Fang Yin didn't hate her, he didn't hate her at all, he didn't hate at all, Fang Yin only hated himself-

She is always good, it must be Fang Yin who is not good.

"Fang Yin, you will find your love, and that person is not me. ”

It was she who was saying, she was still talking, but she asked Fang Yin to say something: "What I love is you!"

Really? Who said?

"You don't want to be like this, I, I, I'm leaving!" Yuan Yan'er sighed, feeling unhappy.

The next one couldn't bear to go, the next one couldn't bear to go, and the next one couldn't bear to go, and then there was the embarrassing silence. My heart is dead and broken and turned into smoke, how can it still hurt, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, like a blunt knife slowly cutting. And the world in front of me has long been blurry and distorted, and everything looks so ridiculous and pitiful. There is a sense of relief, or relief: "If you go, it will end like this, and we will never see each other again, you and I have nothing to do with each other." ”

Whether the words are like this, or the heart, Fang Yin can't say it, and Fang Yin can't give it up.

And thinking of this, finally choked up, Fang Yin slowly turned his head, just wanted to look at her one more time, more, look, her, one more look.

Then I saw a big red invitation, dazzling as a glow, dazzling as blood: "On the sixteenth of next month, you come to the banquet." ”

The sky has fallen! The ground has sunk! Daoist Fang can no longer bear such a heavy blow!

Yes!

Congratulations?

Fang Yin sat on the ground paralyzed, finally completely stupid.

It was a sunny afternoon, and it was also a bleak and rainy day, and Fang Yin finally lost everything and everything. Because she is everything to Fang Yin, Fang Yin finally lost, the luck is gone, the illusion is gone, there is only a complete loser. The red wedding card seems to be the heart, dripping blood! God! Can you still be more ruthless with the other party! Why! Why! Why!

Yuan Yan'er put the wedding card on the table and said softly, "I'm leaving." ”

Then, just go.

Just go, go, and never look back!

What is this? Is the sword breaking the love thread, and the knife is messy? Why? Why? Why is this? Fang Yin looked at the familiar and unfamiliar back with tears in tears, and until this time her heart was still very reluctant! It was still the same, I couldn't believe it! I wanted to open my mouth and shout that you don't want to go, but the voice was low and hoarse, but I didn't even know or hear it, but there were thousands of words to say, and what should she say at this time: "I love you!"

How can you say it, how can you say it to her!

The back was smaller, she was really gone, and under Fang Yinshui's desperate gaze, she never looked back.

Could it be, is this another dream?

It's a dream! It must be a dream again!

It's a pity, it's not a dream.

And Fang Yin couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality, so he could only look at her back with vague tears in his eyes, just like that.

It seems to have raised his arms, as if he had wiped his eyes.

Is she crying?

Don't cry! I will be distressed! Don't cry, because I am not worth it! I can't bear it, even if I have shed tears in my eyes for you and shed the blood in my body, I don't want to see you shed a tear - it is bitter and salty water, sprinkled on the ground and cannot water the beautiful flowers, paving the way when it came. Then the sadness remains, all leave it to me, leave me alone, just like leave this square red wedding card, you come, I am no longer me, I only feel sorry for your sadness, even if you have a little, I have a lot, a lot.

You are always right, the fault is only with me, please don't shed tears, the fault is only with me.

I will definitely go, and I will bless you, bless you, and grow old and be happy and happy.

It's true!

At the moment when she disappeared from the sky, Fang Yin jumped up and chased after her, her steps were messy and persistent!

Follow her all the time!

Always follow her!

Can't let her out of sight!

Even if you die, you can't give up!

But Fang Yin never dared to catch up with her, just followed slowly and kept following behind-

The heart is not yours, so what about catching up?

A small hill, or a small hill.

The lights are in front, the bright moon is behind, but he is alone, lonely in the dark, who has stayed for a long time? I just want to go with her, thinking about it is still a hesitation, that day I am dressed to send warmth, the fragrant shoulders are narrow and wide robe sleeves, have you ever remembered? Have you ever remembered? The moon is in the middle of the sky, the remnants are like hooks, but I can't catch fish, I only hook the sorrow! I don't have a bun in my hair, once I was a wife, but I have three thousand green silk in my heart, and I can't comb it? Where is the three-foot Qingfeng? How can I stop fighting? How can I stop grabbing? How can I no longer fight for it? How can I stop fighting to break the blood flow! If the sword is broken, if the heart is cold, only for you, or for you, then you must be more uncomfortable and uncomfortable!

Kill, kill, kill him!

The thought was turned over in an instant, and a little spark of hatred would explode, and it swept over like a prairie fire! Fang Yin had been surrounded, Fang Yin was ignited, Fang Yin burned dry tears, red eyes, and blood, like a gambler who had lost all his money, and there was only one thought in his heart -- snatch her back! It was not her who hated, it was him who hated! Yue Ling, Yue Ling! He should die! Rush in, find him, and kill him! Then, naturally, naturally-

Naturally, the sweetheart has no choice, so he throws himself into his arms!

Daoist Fang was desperate, and finally thought of this one, the best, the most wonderful, the most correct, and the only way.

Then go!

Why don't you go?

Empty fists clenched, eyes breathing fire, teeth gritted loudly, how could he take root under his feet and not move even half a step! Don't say that you don't have weapons, you can use your fists and feet, you can use your headbutt, you can bite with your teeth, you can fight, you can fight! Don't say that you are kind-hearted, Fang Yin is not a good person, never has been! Who wants to be a good person, what are the benefits of being a good person! That's not Fang Yin! No! Don't say what a long-term plan, at this time and here, Fang Yin can't bear it for a moment, and if he misses this opportunity, Fang Yin is afraid that it will be gone, gone, gone.

Guts.

I don't know how long I stood there.

In the darkness, it seems to be forgotten by the world.

How to look at it, how to be born of loneliness, and loneliness.

Only the stars in the sky are with the moon and the clouds.

And the wind, the wind is cold.

Yes, Sanshengshi is right, it is destined to be lonely for the rest of my life, with no one to accompany me!

The fire went out, and little by little, the body slowly cooled down.

There is also a heart, and the heart is cooler.

Yes, I am a coward, a coward.

I know, it always has been, and always has been.

And I don't deserve it.

Love you.