Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Ye Zhaohong didn't know if he was getting old, but recently he could always think of the past.

The weather outside is fine, and the afternoon sun shines in through the window, making one unable to help but relax.In addition, there was no overwhelming work to numb my nerves, so I began to miss that person uncontrollably.

How long have you not seen him?

Ye Zhaohong took a photo in front of the mirror before going out.

Ten years have passed, and the person in the mirror is still the same as before, without any change.That's right, why do practitioners age so easily?He stared blankly at the mirror and touched his face.It's still the same as before.He grinned at the mirror.It was still the smile that was as bright as a spring flower back then, that was Luo Weiyu's favorite look...

But... Luo Weiyu can't see it anymore!

Ye Zhaohong punched the mirror.

The fragile lens centered on his fist, forming dense cracks, and finally shattered to the ground.

He lowered his head and silently looked at the broken mirror.

A distorted face was reflected in the countless fragments.

Blood trickled down the fingertips onto the mirror.

He thought in a daze, if Luo Weiyu saw it... would definitely rush over to bandage his wound, right?

Just thinking about his possible reaction made my heart ache.

Ye Zhaohong squatted down and tightly covered his chest with his other uninjured hand.I became afraid to think about it... Every time I think about it, my heart hurts even more.

He looked up and saw a group photo of the two of them hanging in the living room.An ordinary photo was taken of the two of them at the gate of the university when they first entered college.The photo is not very good-looking, at least Luo Weiyu doesn't like it, and has been thinking about taking this photo down, but he won't let it go.

Because it was the only one, Luo Weiyu looked at his photo seriously.

It's rare for Luo Weiyu to show his feelings. This is the only photo of him looking at himself with nostalgic eyes.

At that time, Luo Weiyu would blushed and say to him: "Change to another photo, this photo is not good-looking!"

He hugged him with a smile, then kissed his ear, and said to him: "After we get married, we will put on our wedding photo, okay?"

Ye Zhaohong slammed his knees on the ground, and stretched out his hand to the void in a dying state, as if he was longing for it.Weiyu... Weiyu... His Weiyu...

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he cried heart-rendingly, "Xiao Yu! My Xiao Yu!"

In fact, he has brought many lovers to this home, this home that originally promised Luo Weiyu to be the two of them's new house, and even did it with those lovers in this home.

But he couldn't remember.

He only remembered that he hugged Luo Weiyu and left traces in every place in this house - on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa, on the balcony...everywhere, every corner...they had a good time in this house like……

that time……

Ye Zhaohong knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Wei Yu! Wei Yu! You come back! You come back! Wei Yu...I miss you...I miss you! Wei Yu..."

This place was supposed to be their warm home. There was supposed to be a gentle and watery person playing the role of a wife in this home. This place was supposed to be a paradise for two people... But now, this place is just a hell for him... It was him Ruined everything that was originally good... He himself destroyed the happiness that was once within reach...

He said that it was Qiongqi who seduced him, and that it was Han Jiyong who seduced him, but in the final analysis, who can be blamed?

He stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, then got dressed and walked out the door.

The blood on the hand was stopped for a short while and then continued to flow.

But he has no time to care about him.He only wanted to see Luo Weiyu!Seeing him again... Seeing him again... I want to show him my best side, although...he can't see him anymore...

There was a time when he would squat at the gate of the police station where Luo Weiyu worked every day, waiting for him to take a look at him when he passed by.He originally thought that even if Luo Weiyu couldn't see him, it would be good if he could see Luo Weiyu, at least he could comfort the pain of lovesickness.

But gradually, he realized that he was thinking too naively.

He could indeed see Luo Weiyu, but Luo Weiyu couldn't see him, and would only smile gently at Han Jiyong, give him a farewell kiss, and then go straight upstairs.

He can't see him, he won't greet him, he won't smile at him, and he won't kiss his forehead...

The pain accumulated day by day, and finally he couldn't bear it, so he decided not to see Luo Weiyu again.

But when he really didn't see him anymore...he couldn't resist the yearning that went deep into his bones.

He thought he was smart, but he was just a pawn in Han Jiyong's game of chess.

Han Jiyong's sorrow and pain for thousands of years, couldn't bear to put it on Luo Weiyu, so he had to bear it naturally.

Let him taste his pain for thousands of years, that kind of feeling that he can't bear to look at, but also can't bear to look at it, that kind of sad and hopeless mood...

Ye Zhaohong smiled bitterly in his heart.The despair at this time is the real despair.

He walked to the small road next to the police station and walked slowly forward.

From this path, standing on the flower bed, you can see Luo Weiyu's office.Luo Weiyu usually sits next to the window, with the window open, sometimes a little raccoon cat will jump in through the window, clamoring for Xiaoyu to give birth to a kitten for him.

Most of the time, he sat there alone, quietly flipping through the book and looking at the information.

Looking at the time, he should have gone to work.

Ye Zhaohong stood on the flower bed, ignoring the eyes of others, and looked straight at the window.

The windows were closed and there was no one there.

He was in a hurry.Luo Weiyu has always been serious and punctual, how could he not be there during working hours? !

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call him, but then thought, what if Luo Weiyu just went out to use the bathroom?Isn't it a false alarm?So you sadly put down the phone.

"Zhaohong?" Luo Weiyu's voice suddenly sounded beside him.It is as quiet as jade, but it makes a crisp sound like clear water hitting a stone.

Ye Zhaohong shook his hand, and the phone fell to the grass in the flower bed.Mixed with a few drops of blood, lying quietly on the lawn.

Luo Weiyu frowned, "Wait for me a while." After speaking, she walked upstairs.

After a while, he came back with bandages and medicine in his hand.

He smiled in his direction, "Zhaohong, are you leaving?"

The smile that never changes no matter when...it was the smile that didn't change when he knew he was cheating for the first time...He suddenly felt a little angry.

At that time, the Dong Chuang incident was revealed, and Ling Chuan caught him on the spot when he was dating his lover.As a result, after Luo Weiyu knew about it, she just smiled lightly and said, "This is just this one time, never an example."

So there is a next time, next time...

But he just smiled and said, "Forget it this time..."

What a ruthless person, let him mistakenly think that his tolerance has no bottom line, and then again and again, and then when the bottom line is touched, without any warning, he will explode.

He even smiled when we broke up with him.He said, "Zhaohong, you should mature."

he……

"Zhaohong?" Luo Weiyu tilted his head and looked in his direction, "Haven't you come over yet?"

"..." He silently jumped off the flower bed, walked to the bench beside him and sat down.

The author has something to say:

Well, actually, if you think about it carefully, Mr. Invincible is also very pitiful, right?Although it is mainly made by himself ╮(￣▽￣")╭