But Yaoyao, you should know that everyone has different life experiences, and everyone’s feelings are even more different. Some things make sense, but they are not necessarily suitable for everyone. Whether it is for people or things, don’t generalize those words that make sense, and you should not be too absolute. What suits you for you may not necessarily suit others. Maybe it seems a bad thing to you, but others are just glad.”

Gu Yao smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I am still too childish."

"Let's have a break early, I'll take you to the airport every day."

"Um."

Wuyuan—

The drunkard pushed open the door, raised his hand to turn on the lights in the room, and lay on the bed tiredly.

My mental state is getting worse and worse.

A white transparent figure penetrated the door and walked in.

The boy felt sad again when he looked at the drunkard lying on the bed with his arms blocking his eyes.

Did he really know this person before?

Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I see him?

The boy slowly approached the bed.

He is really brave and very afraid of strangers. He thinks maybe because he was bullied too much before, he is full of fear of everything in this world.

But he was not afraid of the person in front of him.

Even a sense of familiarity.

The boy came to the bed and slowly squatted down. He leaned his hands against the bed, looking at the drunkard on the bed with tears in his eyes.

I must have known him before, but I just don’t know what kind of relationship I have with him, a friend or an enemy?

The ghost messenger said that he had concerns in the human world, and was he the unfinished concern?

But who is he? Friends are not like friends, and family members are not like family members. How could his obsession with him be so deep?

The sleepy drunkard lying on the bed suddenly felt something. He sat up and looked around the room, just like during the day, as if he was looking for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for.

The boy looked at the drunkard's actions and felt a little strange.

What's wrong with him?

What is he looking for?

The drunkard looked at the empty room and smiled sadly.

He reached out, picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table, and shook it for a while.

And wine.

He opened the gourd stopper and directly raised his head and drank it in big gulp. He had no concerns about the loss of energy on his body and his physical condition deteriorated.

The boy frowned at the drunkard who looked up at the drunkard who was drinking with his head.

This thing smells so uncomfortable. It seems that it is very difficult to drink, but why does he still drink it?

In fact, the alcoholic has been drinking for so many years, and no matter how strong the alcohol is, he can no longer feel anything.

His current frowning and painful look was actually just what he was feeling at the moment.

The drunkard took several sips and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. He looked towards the balcony, with a thick fog covering his eyes.

Brother En, I always feel that you are back and right next to me.

I've felt it twice today.

But I hope that was my awareness.

Because I don't want you to come back this way.

I believe that one day, you will appear in front of me safely and lively again.

You can see me, I can see your kind...

Actually, I hope that one day I can go back to the mountains, carry a medicine basket and go up the mountain to dig herbs, and then find you injured just like I did back then, and I will pick you up and let the master treat you...

When the drunkard thought of this, he couldn't help but smile, which was what he had dreamed of.

He is not afraid of everything coming back, he is afraid that he will never come back.
Chapter completed!