Dressed in Tsing Yi

Sometimes Sun Ce would ask Guo Jia teasingly, everyone in the underworld knew that Gu liked Gongjin.What about you?Do you really like Cao Mengdeye?Why can't I see it alone.

Guo Jia thought, maybe this is the difference between people.

In Guo Jia's study before his death, there was a locked drawer.It is full of miscellaneous things, the books the lord has read, the pens he used together, the clothes he has not had time to give away...

He would slowly walk into the lord's study room, carefully pick up a book, gently stroke the characters on it, and silently read the notes next to it.I am really crazy.

Gradually, the rain began to fall outside, pattering and falling on the ground.Hey, is Jia sad?Are you sad?

The aroma of the tea in front of him drifted away, Guo Jia picked up the cup, it was so cold, heh, it seemed to penetrate into his heart.He looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of sadness, the sky was overcast, just like his own mood.

Suffocated, but don't know how to escape.Yes, escape.

It took me 13 years to get used to Minggong, and now I take the first step, how many years will it take to forget him? 20 years? 30 years? 40 years?It is not a good thing to have a good memory. At a certain fragile moment, the memory pops up, showing its presence with fangs and claws.

It hurt me so much that I could only huddle in a corner.

Dian Wei asked Guo Jia, does he hope the lord dies sooner?Come down early to have a drink with him - this reckless man didn't know where to hear the words, which caused himself to fall into a contradiction.

hope?do not wish?

Guo Jia shook his head, patted the mud seal on a jar of wine, took out two wine glasses, filled them up, drank one cup, poured another cup, and drank again...

Well, a little drunk.I've been drinking all the time lately, I get drunk, I get headaches, but I won't die...I'm a little impatient to wait, what should I do...

"Guo Fengxiao! Why are you drinking so much wine!"

He didn't know who was yelling in his ear.It's just that Jia is very sleepy, so let Jia sleep... and won't be sad when she wakes up.

wake up.

wake up.

Guo Jia reluctantly opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and his eyes were hazy.He rubbed his eyes and couldn't hide his disappointment when he saw the person coming.

"Why, you don't think Gu is Cao Mengde, do you...why do you think Gu is bothering you?" Sun Ce stood beside the table with a strange smile, looking at him with a half-smile.

Guo Jia casually knocked on the wine table, "No. But Sun Bofu, when have you been so free?" The implication is when did you become a troublemaker.

"I just don't want to see you... become the lonely person you used to be." Sun Ce, a lively and funny person, sighed, "Guo Fengxiao. Are you decadent to this point?"

Guo Jia didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to remove the already loose hair crown, and the long hair poured down. "...Sun Bofu, do you know how to die again?" I thought that death would be the final outcome, but I didn't expect to be alone forever.

In a place where there is no Minggong.

Sure enough, someone has been with me for too long, and I am too squeamish. I can't bear loneliness, and I can't bear the days when I eat alone, rest alone, and study alone.

Sun Ce paused, "...Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup?" The legendary Meng Po is not a white-haired old woman, but a stunningly beautiful daughter. "But you are reluctant."

Yes, he was right, they were indeed the same kind of people.

"Would you like to drink with Jia?"

You didn't listen to what Ganqing said just now, did you... Sun Ce clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch the person in front of him.This is not good, not good...