Domineering Becomes Ruin

[Jinshuxuan] Let you fall in love with the fragrance of words [Lingmeng] Produced by the editor The sky is blue like velvet, like the eyes of a newborn baby, like the face of a typhoid patient. "I think we should go out and get some fresh air. If we stay stuck in this place, we will go crazy sooner or later." Xuan Yue said to Zhe who was painting at the window without looking back. "I don't care anymore. Just go ahead. I like this moldy smell. It makes me feel at ease. I hate the vomiting filth and ugliness exposed in the sun." Zhe said while drawing abstract lines. Yue closed the window hard and said impatiently: "You go ahead and paint your picture! With you, I will die of suffocation sooner or later. How could I choose you in the first place." Tetsuta raised his head and stared at Yue. His lips moved but he didn't say anything. Lower your head and continue drawing. "Do you know how selfish you are? You big idiot, do you think your paintings will one day be successful? Do you think you can escape the reality you don't want to accept? Do you think you are as pure as a nun? Have you ever thought about it for me. Today is the weekend, and I have to work to make money on weekdays, can't you let me relax?" Yue chattered. "Are you done?" After saying that, Zhe threw away the paintbrush, threw himself on the bed, covered his head with a quilt, and fell asleep, ignoring Yue. Yue bit her lip, stood for a while, then slammed the door and left. Zhe's body trembled, and he got his head out of bed, looked at the door for a while, and then covered his head again. The door was not closed tightly, and wind blew into the house through the crack. Whirring, extremely loud. There was silence outside the door. The road surface is also very clean, so clean that no trace of Yue's footprints can be found. The silence was instantly broken by the clock on the wall, which chimed seven times. Seven o'clock in the morning. He thought the moon would come back in the evening as usual. ＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋ ＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋＋ There is no right or wrong in love. When love is a thing of the past. We stand at the same crossroads again, will you still hold her hand and walk through it?