Peach blossoms are blooming on him

When Wei Jiuge woke up, it was already afternoon.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling, and my whole body was sore. The bedroom was very quiet, and there was no sign of He Lan.Wei Jiuge subconsciously raised his hand to touch the phone, only to realize that his wrist was red from being strangled, and his body seemed to be falling apart.

This time He Lan seemed to be on drugs, and what he did was too much.As soon as Wei Jiuge sat up, there was a sudden sharp pain from the tailbone, and his face turned pale instantly.

Wei Jiuge looked around the place where he had lived for ten years, feeling very complicated.When he took the first step here, he only thought about a HE ending.

He thought that time was a good medicine, and one day he could heal the wound in He Lan's heart.And he believed in the "Brother Lan" in his heart from beginning to end, but the reality hit him again and again, and his "Brother Lan" disappointed him again and again...

Let's go, Wei Lingyu.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, they are all irrelevant things, and the only important thing does not belong to me.

After Wei Jiuge took a shower, he casually put on a bathrobe. His hair was still dripping with water. While wiping his hair, he came out of the bathroom pulling on his slippers.

At this time, He Lan just opened the door and came in.

The two looked at each other, and He Lan suddenly looked away. He was still wearing the same silver-gray suit he had during the day, and his bangs on his forehead were scattered in a mess.

Wei Jiuge glanced at him, not knowing what to say.Just as she was about to turn her head and continue drying her hair, He Lan suddenly pulled out the power of the hair dryer.

Wei Jiuge: "..."

"...Don't brag, come downstairs with me!" He Lan said, grabbed Wei Jiuge's wrist, and pulled him to the living room on the first floor. Zhang Qing was busy working in the yard right now, not daring to go in. bother them.

The collar of Wei Jiuge's bathrobe almost slipped off by him. He looked at He Lan inexplicably. As soon as he got downstairs, he was shocked by the pile of records piled up in the middle of the living room.

"These are all Elvis Presley's records. From now on...you can listen to them as you please, almost all of them are here." He Lan glanced at him awkwardly, and unconsciously raised a few decibels.

Wei Jiuge took a closer look, and knew that these were treasures without looking carefully. He didn't know how He Lan managed to collect these things in one afternoon.

It's just that although he likes these things, the timing of He Lan's gift is not right.

If it was before, even if He Lan didn't give him these things, but just quietly accompanied him to enjoy one of the songs, he would still be dizzy with happiness.

Seeing that he was in a daze, He Lan couldn't help but added: "It's not easy to find these, you...you can play them at home as you like in the future, that old-fashioned record player is not very easy to use, I have asked Yu Lin Ordered a new one from abroad, probably next week..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Jiuge interrupted: "He Lan, why are you doing this?"

He Lan froze for a few seconds, looked into Wei Jiuge's eyes, and hesitated for a moment: "I did make a mistake this time, and I want to solemnly apologize to you."

"I accept your apology." Wei Jiuge smiled at him, "And then?"

"Then?" He Lan was taken aback, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Wei Jiuge didn't feel much lost, as if He Lan's reaction was within his expectation.

"Yes, and then?" Wei Jiuge said, walking around the record hill, and walked up to him, "I accept your apology, and then continue to atone for Han Ruoshui, and continue to endure endless torture by your side?"

"You..." He Lan clenched his fists, and the words squeezed out between his teeth, inadvertently hesitated a little more, "This is what you should."

Hearing this, Wei Jiuge suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, as lightly as if a dragonfly had just touched water.

"He Lan, you are so stupid. This is not what I should do. When I love you, I can die for you; but when I give up, no one can make the decision for me."

"But, you said you still love me!" He Lan became emotional and grabbed Wei Jiuge's wrist.

"That shouldn't be a reason for you to squander!" Wei Jiuge's eyes became a little wet at some point, "Let's just leave it at that."

Wei Jiuge slammed He Lan's arm away, like a proud peacock, walking around the pile of precious old records without even looking at them.

He Lan looked at his back as he went upstairs, feeling very upset.

When Wei Jiuge came out again, he had already changed into a clean and tidy casual outfit, with a black down jacket casually draped over his arm.

As soon as he got downstairs, he was choked by the smell of cigarettes in the living room.He Lan was slumped on the soft sofa, with a few cigarette butts lying messily by his hand.

When Wei Jiuge passed him, he still stopped in his tracks: "Smoking less."

When He Lan heard this, he suddenly raised his head and sneered at him: "You are about to leave, and you still care if I smoke or not? I don't want to."

"No." Wei Jiuge's tone was calm, but he said it without hesitation.

When Wei Jiuge stepped out of this house, He Lan's chest felt like a sea of ​​fire, and his heart hurt violently and strangely.

When his back disappeared into the narrow door, He Lan's blood seemed to be instantly ignited by something. He grabbed the ashtray at hand and slammed it on the door.

There are many properties under Wei Jiuge's name. After he left that "home", he drove to a quiet small villa in the suburbs.The air over there is fresh and far away from the busy city, which is most suitable for my current state.

He can't live in Qin Yunhao's house. I wonder if he's overthinking it. After these few contacts, he always feels that Qin Yunhao's attitude towards him is a bit different.

But the more this vague feeling, the more afraid he was.Qin Yunhao is an important brother in his life, no matter how bad his love life becomes, he shouldn't disturb Qin Yunhao's rhythm.

Wearing a pair of black sunglasses, Wei Jiuge accelerated the speed of the car to the maximum all the way. There was passionate rock music playing in the convertible car. As the sun set, he drove towards the red burning clouds in the sky.

A person is quite good, he lives and dies on his own, without worries and worries.

Zhang Qing finished cleaning the yard, thinking that the two children should have had a good chat, and then finished work in a good mood, preparing to cook dinner for them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the living room, she was so frightened that her face turned pale.

There was no sign of Wei Jiuge in Nuo Da's living room. There was a mountain of old records piled up in the middle of the floor, and He Lan fainted beside him lifelessly.

Zhang Qing hurriedly dialed 120, and the ambulance arrived quickly.The black-bellied author wiped his glasses gracefully, and smiled, "Since He Zhugou's stomach is bad, let him faint from pain!"

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