Ding Baoyi opens her mouth and wants to comfort her. She doesn't know what to say.
they are careless people, who make complaints about what they do, and can carry them. They can't afford to drink two cups, and vomit Tucao.
However, Ding Baoyi saw Yan Nian's pain for the first time. Since Yan Nian broke up with Wen Yu, she never saw Yan Nian cry again.
"Hello Don't you, isn't it just a man? Let's stop crying. Look at my sisters and me. They've been hurt so many times. I'm still a hero a few days later. "
Words read without words.
She buried herself in her arms and cried like a child.
I feel sad and sorrowful in my heart.
I don't know who this melancholy is to.
Maybe to jiangbeiyuan.
Or maybe it's all the feelings that have gone wrong and failed in the past few years.
Who is the right person in the end, how can we really do it? If our heart doesn't move, it doesn't hurt.
She didn't want to be moved.
But such a good man must be kind to her, gentle to her and indulge and compromise to her from time to time.
So she couldn't help it. She knew sooner or later the enemy would fall.
I know it's a dream.
Beautiful, gorgeous and unreal dreams.
Now, the dream should wake up.
She should go back. At first, she was heartless and didn't want to be led by anyone.
Yan Niang finished crying, lifted his hand to wipe a tear casually, took out a paper towel, wiped a snot, and felt very smooth all over.
It seems that Ren Du's two blood vessels and viscera are all connected together. She has never felt so comfortable!
"Ding Baoyi, I've got it!"
"What?"
"I want to draw a clear line with jiangbeiyuan."
"Cut..."
Ding Baoyi doesn't believe it.
There was contempt in the eyes.
The expression was so expressive that he wanted to spit blood. "Hey, isn't my words so credible?"
"You're willing to draw a line with him after so long?"
"I --"
of course she didn't give up!
However, it's like a piece of rotten meat growing in your heart, which can't be left. You need to dig it out of your heart, pick up the bone, and clean it up.
It's a very difficult process, very tired.
It's also painful.
But it has to be done.
Otherwise, it will be more painful in the future.
……
Tonight's night is quiet, floating with some cool breath.
It's eight o'clock in the evening.
Jiangbeiyuan has just returned from an operation.
The door is open, unlocked.
Explain that Yan Nian is at home.
This cognition, let his mind float a layer of warmth.
The living room was quiet, and the clock tickled in my ear.
Jiangbeiyuan poured a cup of lukewarm boiled water, drank two mouthfuls, holding the long fingers along the edge of the cup, and the water slowly slid down his throat, like a lonely breath flowing.
The room was on the second floor. He walked upstairs with a light and slow step. As he walked, he turned off the light in the living room.
downstairs is already dark and well versed. Only the corridor on the two floor opens with a long light and a silhouette is laid down.
It's still quiet.
Jiangbeiyuan didn't know what this silence meant.
If it wasn't for the smell of orchids floating in the air, he even thought that today's speech didn't come back, just forgot to lock the door.
Passing by Yannian's room, he stopped for a while, stared at her door and squinted slightly.
A door block, she, sleep?
He stood for a long time.
Just like the first night of his marriage, he stood in front of her door for a long time.