"It doesn't matter, it can't get any worse than this."
Yan Sheng often uses this sentence to comfort himself, so that he can always maintain the indomitable spirit of Xiaoqiang.
Even if life is a mess, there is still poetry and distance in the future.
"So..." Yan Sheng turned back and looked at Li Zhian and Bai Lu. The latter's eyes were already bloodshot and he was gritting his teeth.
"I feel like Xie Xin and I still have some fun!"
"Wake up!" They said in unison.
Many years later, Yan Sheng nestled in Xie Xin's arms and muttered: "I didn't expect that, now you are mine!"
After a while, Xie Xin said: "I thought of it a long time ago."
"But blaming me has shortened our time together by several years in vain."
Yan Sheng stood up with a cry and touched Xie Xin's head: "Are you out of your mind? This is not your style."
Xie Xin removed her hands with black lines on her face, gritted her teeth and said, "Let me express my feelings, okay? Don't ruin the atmosphere."
"Hey, don't think about it. The past is in the past. Life goes backwards, and people have to look forward. If you are really sorry, we can stay up an extra hour or two at night before going to bed. This will save a lot of time."
"No way, go to bed quickly! Bailu's wedding is tomorrow."
"Okay, let's just take it with our mouths. Bai Lu said, let's eat and drink for free!"
Intention: The days are long and full of hope!