Chapter 5687.1

Rocheman followed up, holding the hand of chuanlinggu, in the maintenance of his face and chuanlinggu.

Zhang Yiyun and ye Wuqian continue, but after comparing chuanlinggu with Luo Shiman, Zhang Yiyun's mood suddenly becomes depressed.

She watched chuanlinggu leave, and then elegant end, and ye Wuwei left the dance floor hand in hand.

Everyone was clapping. It was a long time.

As if afraid of the cold, the music changed again and became cheerful. Everyone continued to go crazy. The scene became noisy again, as if the elegant style had not appeared just now.

"Yi Yun, you are so beautiful. Does time stop on you? I thought we were back at the new year's party a few years ago. At that time, you were able to pour out thousands of people's hearts in one dance. Alas, people are more angry than others. We are all yellow faced women now, and the children are damn

Xiao Zhu welcomed Zhang Yiyun and gave her a big hug. She kept chattering, and seemed to have endless words.

Meile also came together to avoid the heavy topic, just to talk about some interesting memories in the past.

Ye Wuwei sees that he can't put in a word, and he carries a glass of champagne alone.

He doesn't know most of the people here, and he doesn't want to know them.

Zhang Yiyun's mood is very complicated, and she can't bring up any interest. At the moment, she feels the noise in her ears and wants to escape from here.

"You talk first. I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhang Yiyun said goodbye to her two girlfriends and went to the bathroom on her own. Her back looked a little bleak, like the heavy dew in autumn, which was in sharp contrast to the revelry of the people around her, and she felt that she was resisting people from thousands of miles.

Therefore, some of the old students who want to talk with the goddess in the past can only take back the cold sight and cry in their hearts.

Goddess is still a goddess, but many people are not their own, and more and more do not have the courage to express their feelings at that time.

"Ye Wumian, you performed very well today!" Xiaozhu slapped him, looked at it carefully, frowned and said, "how old are you, ye Wuwu? You look very young? "

Ye Wuqi had no choice but to chat up a smile: "I'm not in a hurry."

The two girls look at Ye Wuqian with deep meaning, but they don't point out that ye Wuque is not Zhang Yiyun's boyfriend, so we should not know it.

Zhang Yiyun felt that his steps were a bit flimsy, perhaps because he had danced too hard before, or because he had not danced for a long time, or because he had lost his original meaning.

She gradually away from the noise behind, the bottom of her heart rise uncontrollable desolation, the carnival of all the people after her has nothing to do with herself. I come here to prove that I have a good life and satisfy my wounded self-esteem.

But after this goal was achieved, she felt very empty again. Instead of having a good feeling because of winning, she became worse and worse.

She wanted to cry, but there was no tears, wanted to be bitter, but it seemed that there was an invisible big hand holding her throat, making her speechless.

Zhang Yiyun took a few steps and took a deep breath. Her steps became firm again. Her lips rose slightly. She tried to make herself smile and keep herself in a good mood.

Even if there are thousands of pain in the heart, there is endless suffering, she also want to smile to others to see.

Moreover, now that she has won, she has compared chuanlinggu's former boyfriend and Luo Shiman's former best friend. This is her expectation over the past few years. Now she has finally achieved it. What's the reason not to be happy? Isn't it?

Yes, I should be high-minded, I should be high-minded. This article can finally be turned over, isn't it?

Zhang Yiyun seemed to hypnotize herself, repeating such thoughts in her heart. Now maybe she believes it herself.

In the bathroom, Zhang Yiyun washed her face with cold water that could permeate her skin. The cool feeling of cold water stimulated her brain and gradually calmed her down.

She's wearing her makeup. She's light.

She looked at herself in the mirror as if she were strange, and it took a long time to recognize herself. She smile, smile farfetched, the mirror's own also with smile, smile more far fetched.

She reached out and wanted to touch herself in the mirror, as if to pull herself out of the past.

Zhang Yiyun wanted to save himself, but his heart became more and more depressed.

Cut off the past, cut off this damned memory.

Her silent tears, two tears across the cheek, across the farfetched smile, soaked in this smile, looks sour.

"It's time to go back!"

A moment later, Zhang Yiyun murmured, opened the door and went out. Some hesitant steps, there is no way to integrate into that group of old students in the carnival.

Passing the corner, a familiar and strange voice sounded: "Yijun, wait, I have something to say."

Zhang Yiyun's body trembled slightly, and her reason told her not to turn back, but she did. One glance, just one glance, made the heart wall she had barely built almost burst.The man was chuanlinggu. He stood there alone, holding a cigarette between his right fingers. The cigarette burned a third of the time. The curling wisp of smoke rose slowly and disappeared without a trace. Only the faint pungent smell of smoke escaped in the air.

His eyes contain a lot of miscellaneous, repressive, but also eager to communicate, eager to forgive, complex let endure heartache.

His eyes were covered with blood. His hair, which had been carefully combed, was scattered. His face was also very ugly. Although his tuxedo was still so bright, he could no longer wear his original noble temperament. Instead, he looked like a beggar.

Yes, it is.

"You, what are you going to say? I don't think we need to talk anymore Zhang Yiyun said coldly.

In fact, she didn't want to say that in her heart, but she used to arm herself with the armor called cold defense, especially when she treated the heaviest wound in the heart of Chuanling valley.

Chuanlinggu took a cigarette from the corner of his mouth, drew back his eyes and took a deep puff of smoke. The smoke from his lungs was swirling around him, which made his face look unreal.

"Have you learned to smoke? You should know that I hate people smoking in front of me Zhang Yiyun glared at chuanlinggu in disgust, turned around and left.

Chuanlinggu did not put out his cigarette, but slowly said, "I learned to smoke four years ago, and I learned it in England. Do you want to know why?"

Zhang Yiyun didn't answer, but just stopped, leaving chuanlinggu with a figure of his back, which was strong and tense.

Chuanlinggu grinned half bitterly, with self mockery in his tone: "it's ridiculous, it's really sad. It's because people have money to smoke after they've arrived in England. Before that, I was very careful. It was like walking a tightrope on a cliff. I couldn't even afford a pack of cigarettes. Ha ha... "