"A Feng, I'm going out for a while and I'll be back soon." "A Feng, where do you think we can get married in the future?" A Feng, A Feng, I'm here, come here quickly." Du Feng felt like he was in a fog, and he heard Song Ming calling him. But he just couldn't see him, Song Ming, where are you, Song Ming, Du Feng groped forward in the fog, and suddenly he The road under his feet disappeared and turned into an abyss. He fell rapidly. The scene turned and he appeared in his home. His home was in a mess. There were broken plates, broken bowls, and a lot of food scattered on the floor in the living room. He walked over uncontrollably. He stepped on the broken plates. His feet were covered in blood, and the soles of his feet were cut by the fragments. Broken, no, don't, don't… Du Feng woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in confusion. For three years, he had been sitting in such a dream every day. He woke up from fright every day. Song Ming had become a thorn in his heart. The slightest exertion would pierce him. Three years ago, he left him without saying a word and went to France. Three years ago, They cut off all contact, and he gradually learned to disguise everything about him. He picked up the water glass on the bedside and took a sip of water to calm down. He took out his phone and turned on the screen. His screen saver was a photo of him and Song Ming, both of whom were smiling like children. In fact, he still couldn't forget Song Ming, but he didn't want to admit it.