long regret

I remember the first time I felt that I wanted to see a person every day, or fight and compete with him, and say a word or two. At that time, I only thought that it would be great if this person could be mine.

Simply thinking, if this person can stay by my side and take it with me wherever I go, that would be great.

Then I wanted more and more.

I want to try my best to make him like me too, to make him feel inseparable from me, feel that I am good and suitable to be with him.

Afterwards, I wanted to kiss him, want to possess him, and think of him as pain.

In the end, I lost him.

I am always afraid that I will lose him one day, and that he will think me disgusting, so I dare not say or do anything.

But in the end, I still lost him.

I remember the first time I met Ye Wuyou was at the famous sword competition.

The onlookers watched the games for a day, some were very exciting, and some were boring. In the end, it was getting late, and the orange red of the setting sun fell on the watery West Lake, sparkling. I yawned and wanted to sneak away, but The person in charge called out his name.

Standing on the ring, I saw a handsome young man walking up slowly.

He stands across from me.

Looking at me lightly, a pair of clear eyes without a trace of expression, calm.

It was the first time I saw such a pretentious young master of the Ye family.

He was dressed in white, with Tai'a streaming light quietly flowing from his waist, holding Qianye Changsheng in his hand, pointing diagonally at the ground.

The wide cuffs swayed in the evening wind.

At that time, I thought, I have seen quite a few young masters from the Ye family. There are a lot of cute ones who pretend to be cool than really funny. I don’t know such a young master who pretends to be so fresh and refined , Will he use his two orange weapons?

As a result, I fought with him for two hours that night and there was no winner.

Apart from fighting with Master, only he can make me fight to the fullest.

When I stopped, it was already the willow shoots on the moon, and the moon was shining brightly. I poked the penis into the ground, and slowly adjusted my breathing to regain my spirit.

He was seven feet away from me, took one look at me, and I could hear his breathing.

A bead of sweat slid from his hair, outlining the delicate forehead and brow bone, and fell to the ground.

I suddenly found that if I could see this person for a long time, it would be a very pleasant thing for me.

He didn't lose to me, he didn't beat me.

Originally, no one could defeat me, but he was able to draw with me on a rare occasion, so the word "Ye Wuyou" spread in the rivers and lakes.

I went to Cangjian Villa once every three months, brought him good wine from Beimang, and planted a flag with him.

I have never been able to beat him.

I knew from the first time I saw him that there was no way I could beat him in my life.

I also vaguely knew that I didn't lose to him only in terms of kung fu, but my whole person, my feelings, and everything about me lost to him.

And I panic.

There seemed to be no emotion in his indifferent eyes.

The things I lost have been held in my hands for ten years, and I dare not hand them to him.

He won't want to.

Because he is Ye Wuyou.