The seventh rule of the male god

Sheng Rongsheng was making tea at home that day, and he was simply taken aback when he heard the news, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

He always thought it was Shen Er's unilateral strength, but he didn't know that it was not Luo Hua's intentional flow and ruthlessness. After feeling emotional, he felt a little empty in his heart.

He blamed it on the lack of two people who could stand at the same height as him, and he blamed it on the loneliness of being too cold at the height.

One day he went to the theater to listen to an opera, and it was still the same "Farewell My Concubine". What's interesting was that Young Master Sheng Da, who never liked to listen to operas, actually listened to it from the beginning to the end, as if the two people sitting next to him, one of them Frivolous and romantic, one of them is elegant and cool.

He suddenly remembered that that day, the first time he met Yun Changfeng, he stood on the stairs, he stood in the lobby, their parents communicated in the distance, and their souls merged in the air.

At that moment, his heart speeded up slightly.

Yun Changfeng is his favorite type—quiet, elegant, expensive, refined, and perfect.

He likes women like that, just as absolutely as he doesn't like listening to dramas.

He likes Yun Changfeng like that - except for sex.

So, he thought, his feelings for Yun Changfeng were not like him.

Later he met a woman, she had a wonderful name, Xixue, her name was Xixue, Jiang Xixue.

She is slightly similar to Yun Changfeng, with the same gentle and quiet characteristics, but they are also slightly different. Yun Changfeng is the water in the mountains, no matter how gentle it is, it is still icy cold, and the fine snow is the water flow in the stream. , very soft, will not stab people.

But she can be tough at times—on matters of home and country.

That day, Jiang Xixue said a lot of things to him, about Yun Changfeng, she said, she liked Yun Changfeng, but it was a childish liking; she said, she knew many people liked Yun Changfeng; she said , she knew he liked him too.

Sheng Rongsheng was taken aback, smiled and shook his head, "No, I don't like him."

Jiang Xixue leaned back on the chair, her delicate cheeks were gentle and tender.

She said, "Jiang Yuanzhi is dead."

Sheng Rongsheng nodded and replied, "I know."

"He's literally dead," she said.

Sheng Rongsheng looked at her in a daze, not knowing what she was going to say.

"he died."

"He died in late autumn last year."

"Together with Shen Ershao, he died cleanly."

"The location is Binjiang Wharf."

"He really died."

"He's not alive."

"You didn't go to his funeral."

"Because you don't believe he's dead."

"He's really dead, really!"

Sheng Rongsheng stood up and said angrily: "I know he's dead, you don't have to repeat it so many times!"

Jiang Xixue looked at him, looked deeply, as if she had seen his heart, she opened her lips, her tone was unexpectedly flat, but very absolute, there was no room for it, "Jiang Yuanzhi, died at the Binjiang Wharf, died at the In the late autumn of the 22nd year of the Republic of China."

Suddenly, a feeling called pain wrapped around Sheng Rongsheng's entire heart.

Jiang Xixue looked at him, stepped forward and hugged his whole body slowly, and said softly: "He is dead, but his soul is still alive, he is watching us from the sky, watching the flames of war here, he loves this world ——The premise is that the world is peaceful enough, peaceful enough, without the flames of war, he will come back, he will come back..."

Sheng Rongsheng looked up at the sky, with a rare sentimental expression on his face. He said: "If the flames of war are raging all over the sky, the Sheng family will do their best to support the front line. This is my...promise to him."

After a long time, Sheng Rongsheng thought that maybe he liked Yun Changfeng, but that was not love.

Romance and Sorrow Against the World