That year, he said to him coldly and ruthlessly.
"Xizhu, we are all men. Men and men cannot fall in love with each other." The stunning young man in snow clothes turned his head, a little cinnabar poured out from his brow, and he looked at the young man in green shirt with sorrow in his eyes.
The thin body of the young man in green robes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes slightly: "Young Master is right, he is just delusional." He felt sad in his heart: they all say that resentment can happen, love can't be separated, but love can't be achieved, but after all, it's hard to let go. Qingchen, do you know how much I love you...
Three years later, under the turbulent times, he stood alone in his small building, drinking under the bright moon, with a trace of clear tears in his eyes - Xizhu, if you were still here, I wish I could accompany you for three thousand drunken laughs without telling my sorrow...
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
The turbid wine poured down his throat, and Qingchen murmured -
A mouthful of smoke and fire, I can't drink it all, the memory of that time is burning in my throat,
Watching the snow fall thousands of miles away, hiding the green shirt,
I don't look forward to meeting each other in the next world,
Then offer the wine as a sacrifice,
When drunk, I asked about the world.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his ears, and a faint green shirt appeared in front of Qingchen's eyes.
"Sir, why did you abandon Xi Zhu?"
The dreamlike tone, with a hint of heartache, made Qingchen not know whether it was a dream or not for a moment, and he just fell asleep...
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