Chapter 3900

When Liang JunShang woke up, his face was gray and his eyes were godless. He rushed back to the Wulin conference in spite of other people's obstruction. He was crazy to find Yanbai. He wanted to see her and have something to say to her!

Late at night, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, with strong ink color, occasional thunder and heavy rain. The Wulin conference site was still in a mess. Thousands of white papers were lying on the ground quietly. The pieces of paper were rolled up by the cold wind and fluttered in the air. The blood words had been wet by the rain and blurred.

Liang JunShang staggered and knelt on the ground, his face pale and hoarse whispered: "Yanbai... Yanbai, are you still right? You didn't go. If you come out, you'll see me, just one side!"

I don't know how long I knelt in the heavy rain. A touch of black clothes came into my eyes without warning. The clothes were floating. Liang JunShang was stiff. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were full of humble hope, and saw the girl's cold and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Black cloak, holding an oil paper umbrella.

Like someone coming out of a painting.

"Bai Bai -" Liang JunShang sobbed. The rain blurred his sight and his eyes were red.

Ranbai looked at him condescently, like a god overlooking a mortal. There was a gentle smile on his lips, but the smile was like a knife, cold and piercing.

"... I'm sorry, I was wrong." Liang JunShang was in tears and knelt at the girl's feet. He was no longer half cold and proud. All his self righteousness was discounted by the sudden cold rain. "It's all my fault. Scold me! Scold me for everything, and it doesn't matter to hate me!"

"No need." dyed white said lightly, "don't hate."

Liang JunShang was stunned.

"I used to hate, but I suddenly found that it was not necessary to hate you." the girl's eyebrows were curved and her smile was light, like the scorching sun, bright and arrogant, slightly dizzy and stained with some pleasure. She leaned over and looked at him condescending. Her eyes were black and white, clean, no love, no hate, just like looking at a stranger, and there was no excess emotion, Unwilling to give half a cent, he looked at Liang JunShang thoughtfully, as if appreciating his embarrassment.

Coldness seeped into his bones and hurt like a needle. Liang JunShang's thin lips moved back and forth, but he couldn't even make a weak voice. He saw the girl's eyes.

Once when these eyes looked at him, they were full of shy love, but later they became unforgettable hate.

He thought.

Hate, at least she can't forget him in her life, which is another way to remember.

But now,

There was no love or hate in her eyes, only a shallow strange smile.

She won't even hate him.

He really became a irrelevant stranger.

Lose her completely!

Forever!

"Don't..." Liang JunShang's throat rolled. After several difficult openings, he made a weak, pitiful voice in the wind and rain, which would be extinguished at any time. He whispered: "you hate me, hate me."

"It's all my fault. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. I always thought it was Jueyin Pavilion." Liang JunShang was drenched with rain, shivering, but the oil paper umbrella didn't tilt half to him. He said painfully: "but I really love you. I'm sincere to you. I didn't put you down, otherwise I wouldn't have left your life in the beginning."

"Your love was dirty from the beginning, and now it is." ranbai looked at him: "your sincerity is so cheap. How real can it be?"

Liang JunShang had no room to refute.

Yeah.

He approached her for purpose from the beginning.

He deserved all this.

"Don't be so cruel, I beg you. Give me another chance! Just give me one. I promise! I'll never do this again. I'll be, I'll be good to you! Believe me... I want one chance. Don't do this to me, I love you, I love you!" Liang JunShang has been incoherent, flustered and begged, trying to seize a piece of the girl's clothes, Be dyed white and avoid understatement.

It was dark at night, it rained heavily, and raindrops rolled down the oil paper umbrella.

One is superior and spotless.

One knelt on the ground, low and embarrassed.

She used to kneel at his feet, but now everything is upside down.

"Watch it." ran Bai took out a piece of snow-white rice paper. The picture on the rice paper was the graffiti of young children. In the fierce storm, the graffiti of that smiling face looked naive and ridiculous. The rain fell on the ground. She tore the rice paper to pieces in front of Liang JunShang! Then he raised his hand and without hesitation, the pieces of paper flew in the air with the wind——

In Liang JunShang's stunned and desolate eyes, he said, "if you can piece it together, I forgive you."

The tone mixed with the sound of rain fell together, cold.

How can a piece of torn white paper be found in such a big place on a rainy night? Liang JunShang seemed to grasp the last straw and lit up a light in his eyes: "really?!"

"Yes."

"OK, I'll find it, I'll find it!" Liang JunShang nodded desperately for fear that dye would regret the next second. "You promised me. If I spell it well, we'll start again!"

"OK." ranbai suddenly smiled and smiled, "I'll give you a day."

The voice fell, and she turned and left without hesitation.

The black cloak curved in the air, the wide hat covered the eyebrows and eyes, and supported an oil paper umbrella. I couldn't see clearly. My back was drifting away. The rain was still raining. At the moment of turning around, I dyed white, calmly hung my eyes, spread out my palm, and exposed torn pieces of paper.

The next night, dyed white arrived as scheduled.

She knew the answer from the beginning.

Half of the rice paper is still in her hand. Liang Jun can't find it yet.

It was dark at night. Liang JunShang's blue clothes were stained with rain and stains. He couldn't see what he used to be, but he had no time to manage. He frantically found the only piece of graffiti among the thousands of pieces of white paper at the Wulin conference. His hands were covered with soil. He looked crazy and stubborn, like a drowning man holding on to the last straw.

"It's time." ranbai walks up to him.

"Give me a little more time! I'll find it! Just one day, give me another day!" Liang JunShang stiffened and raised his head. His face was as white as a ghost. He had a high fever again and again. He begged and trembled to spread out his palm. The young graffiti fragments were in his hand. He never left. He forced his body to look for them crazily, but he still didn't find them all.

"It's useless."

"No, I'm sure I can find it. I still have a chance." Liang JunShang muttered to himself.

"Look." ranbai looks at his madness, bends over, spreads out his palm and whispers to him, "I said it's useless."

Liang JunShang was stiff all over. The burning fire in his heart was submerged by the sudden tsunami, and he refused to leave a spark.

In the girl's hand and heart,

It's half a piece of graffiti!