"I'm tired of looking at him. I don't know how I fell in love with him in the first place. Now I don't think he's that good-looking anymore. I can't help but look at him, hahaha." Gu Yanxi said to his friends while holding a wine glass. From time to time, his fingers would lift a little boy's chin.
Bai Luo, who was standing at the door, heard all this and his face turned pale. He was originally worried that Gu Yanxi would not be able to go home because he was drunk, so he came to pick him up, but...
A tear fell down unsatisfactorily, and the beautiful moments with Gu Yanxi kept reminiscing in his mind.
"Pa tap." The tears that had been resting on his chin fell to the ground. Soon, the tears dried up. No one knew that Bai Luo turned and left the bar, and returned home with a calm face. He walked around, looked at the furnishings at home, and thought about the time when Gu Yanxi was here.
That's right, he hasn't been home for a long time. It turns out that all the entertainment is a lie. I'm so annoying.
Bai Luo packed his luggage, pulled the suitcase and stood at the door. He took out his mobile phone and said to Gu Yanxi: Let's break up. He blocked all his contact information and left their home without looking back.
There was nothing worth looking back on, it seemed like nothing was worth anything anymore.
He left, and no one knew. On that ordinary night, he left the city that held Gu Yanxi's memories, and no one knew.
Demining:
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1. It's BE! It's BE! !
2. Shou has an avoidant personality, late-stage depression, and self-consciousness
3. Attacking is terrible
4. It's pretty cruel (I think
5. It's a bit exaggerated for ordinary people's views on txl (but there are indeed such people in real life, I have seen it). If you can't accept it, or you want to take advantage of it, leave the upper left corner, and don't confuse your comments in the comment area (thank you)
ps: All the knowledge related to psychology and computers in this article are fictitious and cannot be used for any analysis. Readers who study these two aspects should not mind.
Intention: Regret seems to be of no use