Quick wear: villain male god, don't blacken

Time passed by, and dark clouds gradually covered the sky. Zhou Luoli, who had knelt in front of the tombstone for two hours, began to shake.

Zhou Luoli's first love was called Xiaozhi. She and Zhou Luoli were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and their relationship was very close.Zhou Luoli was so sad because his own willfulness caused the death of his first love.

"Xiaozhi, do you still remember the cake you made for me on my birthday four years ago? Although the appearance is hard to bear to look at, it tastes really good." Gently touching the photo of his first love on the tombstone, Zhou Luoli smiled lightly. It's gone, but the voice reveals incomparable yearning and desolation.

For the past two hours, Zhou Luoli had been looking at the innocently smiling girl on the photo of the tombstone, talking to himself and recalling the past, without even noticing that Ye Musheng was standing behind him.

Ye Musheng eavesdropped on Zhou Luoli's self-talk, while looking at Zhou Luoli curiously.Slowly, Ye Musheng's attention was attracted by Zhou Luoli's hand.

It was a pair of slender and well-defined hands, like a beautiful work of art, with no impurities.But it may be because of not seeing the sun for a long time, the overly white hands are slightly cold, as if they have no temperature, which is chilling.

After staring at those hands for a while, Ye Musheng shifted his gaze to the photo on the tombstone.Judging from Zhou Luoli's various behaviors, the impact of first love on Zhou Luoli was more serious than he imagined.

It is really difficult for Ye Musheng to let Zhou Luoli get out of the pain and replace his first love in Zhou Luoli's heart. It will definitely not be possible within a few years.

Dark clouds were overcast, and raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, falling on everything on the earth, and it fell in size after a while.

Ye Musheng opened the umbrella, propped it on his head, and stared at Zhou Luoli lightly, hoping for some reaction from him.

Ye Musheng's hope turned into disappointment in the end, because Zhou Luoli, who was drenched all over, didn't respond at all, and continued to talk to himself about the past to the tombstone.

Ye Musheng couldn't stand it anymore, raised the umbrella to Zhou Luoli's head, and said, "If she was still here, she would definitely not want to see you kneeling here and getting wet in the rain."

"...No if, she's gone." Zhou Luoli, whose memory was interrupted by Ye Musheng's voice, paused, looked at the tombstone affectionately and smiled wryly, his hoarse voice seemed very vicissitudes of life.

Holding an umbrella and looking at Zhou Luoli, Ye Musheng's eyes flashed a trace of complexity, and he remained silent.

He suddenly saw himself from Zhou Luoli's body. That day, he also knelt in front of his mother's tombstone.At that time, he was as ridiculously stupid as Zhou Luoli.

"It's raining heavily, let's go, I want to be alone with her." Zhou Luoli looked up at the heavy rain and said slowly.

"Do you know why it rains?" Ye Musheng not only didn't leave, but squatted beside Zhou Luoli.

Zhou Luoli ignored Ye Musheng, and Ye Musheng didn't get angry, and continued, "Because she's crying, because you're a fool. It's raining so hard, she must be crying very sadly."

Ye Musheng's words finally made Zhou Luoli turn his head to face him.Looking at each other, facing Zhou Luoli's bloodshot eyes, Ye Musheng raised the corner of his mouth and showed a friendly smile.

"She cries that you are stupid, cries that you have been living in sorrow, and cries that you are depraved." Ye Musheng said slowly with a smile, "The reason why she cries is also because she hopes that you can get out of sorrow."

Zhou Luoli propped his hands on the ground, his forehead was dripping with rain-soaked hair, he bit his lips and trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and crystal clear liquid slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes.