Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

But Yaoyao, you have to know that everyone's life experience is different, and each person's feelings are even different. Some things are reasonable, but they may not be suitable for everyone. Regardless of whether it's about people or things, don't make generalizations about what makes sense, let alone be too absolute. What is suitable for you may not necessarily be suitable for others. It may be bad in your opinion, but others are fortunate. "

Gu Yao smiled bitterly and laughed at herself: "It seems that I am still too naive."

"Get off early, and I will take you to the airport every day."

"Ok."

Wuyuan——

The drunkard opened the door, raised his hand to turn on the light in the room, and lay down on the bed tired.

The mental state is getting worse and worse.

A white transparent figure directly penetrated the door and walked in.

The teenager looked at the alcoholic who was lying on the bed with his arm covering his eyes, and his heart felt uncomfortable again.

Did he really know this person before?

Why do I feel uncomfortable and want to cry when I see him.

The boy slowly approached the bed.

He was really very courageous, and very afraid of strangers. He thought maybe because he had been bullied too much before, so he was full of fear for everything in this world.

But the person in front of him was not afraid at all.

There is even a sense of familiarity.

The boy came to the bed and slowly squatted down. He put his hands on the bed and looked at the alcoholic on the bed with tears.

I must have known him before, but I don't know what is his relationship with him, is it a friend or an enemy?

Gui Cha said that he has concerns in the human world, and his unresolved concerns are he?

But who is he? Friends are not like friends and family members are not like family members. How can I have such a deep obsession with him.

The drunkard lying on the bed suddenly felt something. He sat up suddenly and looked around in the room.

Just like during the day, it seems that I am looking for something, but I don't know what I am looking for.

Seeing the behavior of the drunkard, the boy felt a little strange in his heart.

What's up with him?

What is he looking for?

The drunkard looked at the empty room and smiled sadly.

He reached out, picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table, and shook it.

There is wine.

He opened the gourd stopper, directly raised his head and drank, without any scruples because of the loss of energy in his body and the deterioration of his constitution.

The boy frowned as he looked at the alcoholic who was pouring his head up.

This thing smells so uncomfortable, and it seems to be awful to drink, but why does he drink it?

In fact, the drunkard has been drunk for so many years, no matter how strong he drinks, he doesn't feel it anymore.

The way he frowns in pain is actually just the way he feels at the moment.

The drunkard took several sips and wiped the corner of his mouth. He looked in the direction of the balcony, and his eyes seemed to be covered with thick fog.

Brother Zhe, I always feel that you seem to be back, right by my side.

I have felt it twice today.

But I hope that is my illusion.

Because I don't want you to come back this way.

I believe that one day, you will be safe and sound and reappear in front of me alive and well.

The kind that you can see me, and I can see you...

In fact, I even hope that one day I can go back to the mountain, carry the medicine basket on my back and go up the mountain to dig for herbs, and then I will pick you back home just like I found you injured in the past, and let the master treat you...

When the drunkard thought of this, he couldn't help holding a smile. That was what he dreamed of.

He is not afraid of everything coming back, even if he will never come back.