Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

Hearing this, Bai Ting was really sad.

He has a lot of things to say in his heart, for example, I don't like Wen Chun, I always think you are very good, I knew you a long time ago...it's useless to say it now.

From the first time he knew Ye Mo's situation, but chose to stand by and watch, it was already doomed to the current result.

It's just a child raised by the Ye family, and those who secretly follow him will hardly encounter any obstacles.

It was tacit understanding between each other, and some things were spread, after all, they were nothing in their eyes, and there was no need for someone to come out to stop them.

Appreciate the beauty.

When Xiao Yemo found that there were cameras everywhere in his house, he had the idea that this was indeed the case. No wonder he had a good life recently, and it seemed that his value had increased again.

He's putting up with it now, because he doesn't give a shit.

But someone told him that only you don't care about these, you don't care about shame, you don't care about face, you don't care about yourself, but everyone except you cares about these things.

That person is Bai Ting.

He didn't say a word about this, but he could see the boy's dignity from every move he made, and he could see the sympathy in his eyes. Although this was not a clean kid, he had never seen him Cleaner than him—that was the illusion he created for himself at the time.

So much so that when he was finally driven crazy, he still regarded him as a good person, but in fact he never said a word for him, and many of his photos were still in other people's hands, and he didn't say a word.

If it's not "It's not fair," it could be, "I know him."

It would be useless for him to say now that he was wrong.

Ye Mo couldn't fall asleep.

He got up and put on his clothes, wrapped in a thick down jacket. It snowed outside for half the night, and no one lived here. The snow was still very clean, and there was no trace of uncleanness at all.

The snow hasn't stopped yet, but that little bit of snow is nothing. Ye Mo walked out of the villa under the moonlight and walked into the forest. This is a rolling mountain range. He walked along the spine of the mountain, all by himself , he could call someone together with just a phone call, but he didn't want to.

The forest is too quiet, there is no sound of birds flapping their wings, these birds have already flown to the south for the winter, and there is no sound of little mice grinding their teeth, they are sleeping deep underground, and there is no sound of panting from other small animals. The mountains are empty.

It seems that it has become his territory.

He is a stupid lord who patrols the territory alone at night when everyone is asleep.

He stepped on a series of footprints on the snow, stopping at each step, pressing each footprint deeper, like a child.

He left behind a string of leather shoe prints of an adult, not a straight line, but a very casual, disorienting walk, but there are no turning back footprints, as if in this night, he tried his best to go as far as he could. The place.

He hoped that it was the self who walked this path when he was a child, and he also hoped that he was the one who walked this path now. It would be great if he could have his own path and insist on his own personality when he was a child, but at that time he It's too fragile, not as strong as it is now.

If the present self can make a way for the past self, he will be very happy.

All these thoughts flashed by, leaving a trace of melancholy on his face.

The mountain wind howled at night, rolled up the uncompacted snow on the top of the tree, drifted down, got into Ye Mo's collar, and turned into snow water, which flowed coldly, which really made people sober.

He passed a mountain and stopped to rest for a while. He is now on a lower flat ground between two connected mountains. This flat land has more snow than other places. It didn't melt in the sun, so it was buried under the ground, and I don't know when it will evaporate next time.

The excessive snow had already affected his actions. When he stepped on it, snow got into his pants, and he had to pull it out to continue to take the next step, but he didn't feel any extra emotion.

Such as withdrawal and fear, he did not.He will go to the final location, even if he doesn't know what it looks like.

He was alone, he wanted to be alone, he ended up being alone.

The path that suits him best.

He smiled, although his feet were a little staggering, but looking at his stable upper body, one can see that he has not given up his etiquette and demeanor - he also has these, but he never shows it, today let the snow of the mountains one after another Remember what he looks like.

There are too many mountains in this area, and it may be because a hazy halo has appeared in front of his eyes, so it feels very far away. He just remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten anything since yesterday. He suddenly remembered These are like replaying his past in high-definition version one by one.

He saw Chu Lin and asked him, brother, why didn't you tell me earlier?Why don't you tell my big brother to find the woman I like?

He couldn't tell whether it was real or fake. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't bring it with him when he went out.

He had no choice but to put his hand down, put it in his pocket, and replied very perfunctorily, "What can I do? You will know sooner or later, do you want me to remind you?"

These ruthless words turned into sharp arrows and hit Chu Lin, and he yelled at him with red eyes, "I don't trust anyone anymore, bro."

"It's just that, it's still very easy." He shook his head, regardless of whether Chu Lin was in a panic or not, he passed him and left.

He thinks that he travels freely, and no one knows his trajectory, and he doesn't want to be blocked again.

Bai Ting looked very haggard, he didn't have time to shave, he didn't tidy up his messy military coat, his eyes were still bloodshot, his eyes were very sad, he stood there and didn't approach him.

His voice trembled, "Ye Mo...you are still alive...I finally found you, thank God! You...can we go back? Are you still my brother? Or something else, even if you let me be your lover, I will admit it, okay?"

Ye Mo shook his head, with a sneer on the left side of his mouth, "Now I'm sure, you are just stoppers in 'my' fantasy? Why did they, everyone, appear here?"

Then he met Andu and Ye Qing again, he asked Andu how he likes him, and Andu hesitated, which probably confirmed his guess.

Maybe another 'Ye Mo' lived for many years in someone else's dream?

As for Ye Qing, he himself imagined a lot of his reactions, and at the end of the day, he felt that any reaction was wrong, so he simply didn't add his words to his farewell, just nodded with him, and then brushed past.

At the end, there was a very high mountain, with a rock outside, Ye Mo sat cross-legged on it, thinking about something.

Leng Feng did not appear on the road, but he appeared at the finish line.

Ye Mo poked him and found that it was soft and alive. He understood it, but was surprised. He raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Leng Feng pursed his lips tightly. He went back that day and said that the task had gone wrong, but they repeatedly assured that the person who was going to be killed must live here. He realized that he might have been tricked. He came back today to ask, but found that the person was not at home. Following the footprints to come here, he kept talking to himself on the way, and he listened silently.

Now his heart was about to be crushed, and he was crushed a few times!

"Why am I here? I think you are stupid and ran all the way to die?!"

"You know, then don't stop me." Ye Mo smiled so beautifully for the first time, like an angel who accidentally grew demon wings.

This angel was originally suspended in the sky by a thread, but now that the thread broke, he fell down with his wings, and there was eternal darkness.

Seeing all this, Leng Feng fell to the ground and wept softly.

Shh, don't wake him up again.