Strive to be rich and handsome

When the morning sun reflected the curtains slightly white.

There was a light swish, and a large swath of sunlight came in.

Leori moved his body slightly, pulled the quilt again, buried his head in the pillow, and never opened his eyes the whole time.

Feeling that the side of the bed has turned down, the next moment, the whole person is hugged even with the quilt, and the fresh dew smell on Yi Ermi's body is mixed with the cold air.

Leorie shivered from the cold, tightened the quilt, and gritted his teeth: "Don't you feel guilty for disturbing me so much?!"

"I don't think so." Yi Ermi tightened her hands, rubbed against his neck, and stretched her cold hands in.

"Hey, hello!" Leo Li, who was more than half awake, struggled to wriggle.

"Don't move." The big cat reprimanded him coldly, touched his waist tentatively, and heard a gasp as expected.

"Sure enough, it's strained." Yi Ermi frowned.

"Hey, hey, what does this tone mean? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." Leo Li stood up and poked Yi Ermi's face.

"But I think it should be fine..." Big Cat rubbed the space between his brows, "Normally speaking, it shouldn't be strained."

His face turned red quickly, and Leori covered his mouth with one hand and hugged his neck with the other, growling in a low voice: "Then yesterday you were desperate."

"Well." Yi Ermi blinked, put Leorio back on the bed, and then rushed to peel off his quilt, "Let's deal with it."

Wrapped in a quilt, Leori hid back and forth on the bed. "Hey, hey, Ilmi beat the enemy, I warn you not to go too far—"

"No, there must be something wrong there." He propped his forehead with one hand, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes covered them, casting a dark black shadow on his eyelids.

"My flexibility is definitely not like this..." Even if individual differences are taken into account, Leori's flexibility is also worse than before by more than one level.

His long black hair hung down, shining with a satin-like luster in the sun, his pale lips were lightly pursed, and the man's eyes were gloomy.

It's just like—

It's almost like—aging.

how is this possible.

He is.

"Master—" The middle-aged man wearing rimless glasses stood at the door, with papers stacked half his height in his hand.He walked in front of Yiermi and handed over the documents in his hand, "All the documents you ordered before..."

What does it feel like to grow old overnight?

When you stand up one day and pick up the mirror, you have gray hair.

Who is that man in the mirror?

His face was wrinkled, his eye bags were sagging, his eye sockets were sunken, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

I don't know who he is, but he must not be me.You think so.But his hands couldn't stop shaking.

A hand pressed the mirror on the table.

With a soft click, the aging face in the mirror was like a dream.

You turned your head slowly, staring blankly at your young partner.

There was a rare smile on his always indifferent face, with a hint of comfort.

His forehead is smooth and full, his face is delicate and beautiful, and his long black hair is tied neatly behind his head.

You saw your own face from his beautiful eyes, such an old face that even you loathe yourself.

You know this is happening, even though you can't believe it.

You hope to open your eyes at this time and find that everything is just a nightmare.

Then, the reality is so tragic.

He stretched out his hand and hugged you gently, his face was as calm as water, as if nothing had happened.

You reached out to hug him back, and the wrinkled hand that belonged to you on his shoulder clearly reminded you of everything in front of you.

You pushed him away as hard as noon could bear.

You step back step by step.

How can bear it?

How can you pretend like nothing happened?

How could this be?

You can't even face yourself like this.

How can this person pretend that nothing happened?

You have thought about your future countless times, and you have never told anyone about these things, including this man with a bad personality in front of you.

Have you thought about your future—

Ilmi beat the enemy, such a man, his career determines that it is possible to die one day after decades, and at that time, you may not even find his body.

You have also thought that one day you will be gray-haired, and if this man is still alive at that time, it will undoubtedly be the best ending between you.

But the world is always like this, giving you a fatal blow at the moment you are caught off guard.

As soon as you pushed Yiermi away, the summer sun was dazzling.

He didn't stop you, he just followed behind you silently.

In midsummer, the cicadas on the trees were screaming.

in case.

just if.

If I had never known this man, maybe I wouldn't be like this at this time——I'm not reconciled.

Really, not reconciled!

You used to think that you could occupy all the rest of this man's life as a matter of course.

You used to think that you would always treat this person well and stay by his side forever.

You once thought that the days would flow through your fingers like white water, and when all the passion and expectations faded away, you would quarrel and complain to each other like thousands of ordinary lovers in the world.

But the fact is - you don't even have a chance to quarrel with him.

Because, you finally decided to give up.

Give up everything you've got, everything you have - everything about this man.

To be precise, to completely erase him—no, yourself from his life.

Still, not reconciled!

If you can, if you can not.

You grit your teeth, your eyes hurting.

If it weren't for the fact that it would be so unacceptable.

You must not let go.

But all this is just if.

There are so many ifs in the world.

It's finally here, and you look up at the seven famous doors of the Dadi Hakka.

You suddenly remember that you can't push it away.

The man stands quietly behind you, his hand on your shoulder.

You try hard to shake it off but only let the five fingers get tighter and tighter.

"Let go." You heard your own voice saying this, the voice was hoarse like the sound of sandpaper rubbing against glass, you squeezed your lips tightly, you never thought that you would be so downcast, so cowardly.

"Come back with me." A calm, commanding tone.

"No." You heard your hoarse voice sharply rejecting.

"What are you awkward about?" His voice was so flat and slightly confused.

this person...

You let out a soft breath, "Open the door."

"No." The tablet directly refused, with a little childishness.

"Open the door!" It's the first time you speak to this person in such a tone that is almost stern.

The door was pushed open.

You walked out without looking back.

"Stop following me."

The people behind were silent.

The author has something to say: This is the content of my outline-not a whim.

The only thing that is different from what I planned is——I suddenly feel that it is quite emotional to end this way.

It was originally a turning point, and I believe everyone can probably guess who the turning point was, but the problem is - the author is a hopeless tragedy lover.

In the most beautiful moment, it turned sharply and stopped abruptly-it is quite in line with my aesthetics [really bad pump]

Or are we done with this? 【No slap in the face】

Finally, thank you for the caviar grenade [you actually threw it directly into the column]

In addition, the joint article between me and Ah Fen

A peanut runs fast, and two curly hairs are so strange