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On New Year's Eve, fireworks are in full bloom outside the window.

Qin Song stood in front of the window, holding a glass of bright red wine in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other, checking Weibo.The focus on Weibo is all about directors, producers, actors, etc., and there is no interesting content.

After taking a sip of wine, he exited and logged into the trumpet.

The trumpet only paid attention to one person——Li Fan.

The last Weibo was posted on July 2014, 7.

Well, don't read.

——Song Ci

The accompanying picture is a group photo of Song Ci and Li Fan. The two are standing side by side in a pure white world. Song Ci is smiling like an angel. All the beautiful words in the world are not enough to describe him.

Qin Song would check out this Weibo every once in a while, as if masochistic.

Some people in the comments said that the place they are in is the "mirror of the sky", which is the closest place in the world to heaven.

Qin Song went.

Standing alone on the salt lake, he felt that heaven was still out of reach.

Without Song Ci, even if you are really in heaven, it will be the same as hell.

Qin Song touched heaven once, when he was in America.

Those were the hardest two years, but also the happiest two years.

At that time, Song Ci needed him and relied on him.

That was the closest they had ever been in their lives.

Although he still couldn't get into Song Ci's heart.

On the day of returning home, Song resigned to see him off at the airport.

Sitting in the noisy waiting hall, Song Ci lowered his head and did not speak.

Qin Song stared at his pale and thin side face, but couldn't say a word.

Neither of them said a word until the boarding announcement sounded.

Qin Song stood up, followed by Song Ci, still bowing his head.

Qin Song sighed, cupped Song Ci's face with both hands, forced him to look up, and said, "Song Ci, look at me."

Song Ci looked up at him hesitantly.

Qin Song said: "Do you feel particularly guilty? Do you feel particularly sorry for me?"

Song Ci was silent and nodded slightly.

Qin Song said: "Then hug me."

Song Ci raised his hand and slowly put it around his waist.

Qin Song said, "Hold tight."

Song Ci hugged him tightly with all his strength.

Qin Song wrapped his arms around his waist with such strength that he almost strangled his waist, and put his head on his neck with the other hand, saying: "Song Ci, I will never forgive you, I will never forgive you. I want to make you feel guilty for a lifetime." His voice trembled a little because of too much force, he paused for two seconds, and then said: "In this way...you will remember me forever."

Song Ci remained silent.

Qin Song was silent for a moment, and asked: "You will always remember me, right?"

Song Ci still didn't answer, but Qin Song felt hot liquid flowing into his neck.

Qin Song laughed and said, "You have laughed and cried for me, I am satisfied."

He let go of Song Ci, and gently wiped his tears for him, "It's your loss to let me down. After returning to China, I will forget you, and I will be with someone who is a hundred times better than you, you... have you Loved me? Even if it's just for a moment, have you...loved me?"

Song Ci was speechless.

Qin Song waited for a while, then said with a wry smile, "You must live well, you know?"

Song Ci nodded with tears.

The boarding announcement sounded again.

Qin Song lowered his head and pressed a kiss on his lips, then turned and left.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his back to Song Ci, and said, "Song Ci, in this life...don't see each other again."

Before the words fell, tears welled up in his eyes.

He strode forward, but couldn't see the way ahead.

Like his future, blurred.

Recalling the scene of that day, Qin Song still feels heartbroken.

But he's obsessed with the feeling of heartache that lets him know he's alive.

He drank the wine in the glass, put the glass on the window sill, and said to the fireworks outside the window: "Qin Song, happy new year."

He knew that he would never fall in love with anyone again.

He knew that he would be alone all his life.

There is no hope in this life, only looking forward to the afterlife.

——I only hope that in the next life, I can meet the best him in the best appearance and at the best time.

The author has something to say: Boss Qin's side story said it will be updated tomorrow, but since it's finished, let's post it.Although short, Little Butterfly wrote it with great care.

At this point, this article is all over, and Song Ci's rebirth should not be written. I don't want to make any more fuss, so let them hee quietly.Li Song and his wife's first night will be posted on Weibo when they are finished. The name of Xiaodie's Weibo is "Little Butterfly's Fragmented Daily Life". If you are interested, please pay attention to it.

Thank you little angels for subscribing, voting, favoriteing, and commenting during this period of time. Little Butterfly Fried Chicken Fried Chicken loves you, let us meet for the new article "Rebirth of a Rich Family to Be a Male God", and the pit will be opened around the beginning of October. Susu, sweet pet, sweetness Max, please collect!

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The poor little Cheng Lao, who was the only "grace" from heaven, died, and was reborn in the body of the wealthy young playboy Ye Su after his death.

Little Poor didn't light up the survival skills of the rich, so he decided to embrace a golden thigh first.

Then, a super thick golden thigh took the initiative to stretch out: hug me.

Little Poor: Are you?

Jin Thigh: Your husband, the one who has received a marriage certificate.

Poor little: Excuse Me?This must be God teasing me!

This is a story about a little poor man who aspires to be a male god after being reborn, but is eaten up by the male god.

#After rebirth I am woken up by myself every day#

#Husband is busy eliminating rivals in love every day#

#Husband is too capable at night#

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