I am fickle

As the flames engulfed the new house, the Song Mansion was on fire everywhere, one hole after another on the left.

Ashu hugged Song Heyu tightly, she smiled sweetly, her beautiful face was gradually engulfed by the flames.

Ashu exerted his last bit of strength: "Am I ugly? You don't like me anymore..."

Song Heyu couldn't answer, there was hatred in his eyes.

Feelings and himself, he chose himself after all, people are so selfish...

Ash leaned on his shoulder, "Am I ugly now, let you see this ugly appearance..."

"That's right, it's not me that you see, it's not me that you like..."

"Song Heyu, your heart has lied to you, you are deceiving yourself..."

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The Song Mansion was burned to ashes, and when Song Zhiye arrived, his eyes were full of tears, and the dust whisk in his hand was hanging feebly.

"He Yu, I'm here to see you..."

When Song Zhiye found Song Heyu, it was two scorched black corpses that were close to each other. Song Zhiye recognized Song Heyu at a glance.

Holding the scorched corpse, he felt infinitely heavy: "He Yu, Brother He Yu, I'm late..."

On the night of Song Heyu's wedding, he wanted to visit Song Heyu, but he felt very uncomfortable...Suddenly, he really wanted to drink, and he was drunk all night...

He remembered that in his dream, Song Heyu and Ashu were laughing happily together...

But he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes and woke up, what he got was the news that the Song Mansion was on fire and no one survived.

"Brother Heyu, Song Zhiye is sorry for you..."

"Brother Heyu, I... If I had come earlier, I would have liked to see you..."

Sorry for the first time!

Regret... so regretful, Song Zhiye's Taoist robe rose slightly in the wind, his expression was a little dazed, and his heart was torn bit by bit...

He remembered how he used to paint with him and talked and laughed happily with him, and his tears rolled down unknowingly.

"I thought I would bring you the girl in my dream, I thought you would be happy, but why... how did I hurt you..." For a moment, Song Zhiye was heartbroken...

That day, the wind and heavy rain were also fierce, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry.They said that a Taoist priest was holding a charred corpse, and the bones were about to roll off, and the Taoist priest walked with a blank expression on his face.

Someone pointed at his figure and said, "Isn't that... isn't Song Zhiye, one of the Fengshan Songs?"

Another person sighed and said: "Then there is no such thing as Fengshan Shuangsong. This son Song Heyu died in a fire on his wedding night yesterday, and this Song Zhiye went to practice Taoism again. This Fengshan, there is no Shuangsong..."

This Fengshan, there is no more Shuangsong, there will never be again...

Song Zhiye squatted on the ground and desperately dug a hole, the rain hit his face bit by bit, "He Yu, it was my appearance that bothered you..."

He caressed the blackened bones carefully, full of pity: "Is it very painful, the feeling of burning is so unpleasant..."

"Brother He Yu, I remember you always said that we are best friends, but my best friend still left me..."

"Who will accompany me to paint and enjoy paintings in the future, I will never find my confidant in this life..."

Song Zhiye lay on his grave, his heart pierced like a knife, "He Yu, sleep well, sleep well..."

When people are in despair, they always think of self-deception, so it seems to him that Song Heyu is just asleep, and he will wake up...

His best friend is not so cruel and will wake up...