Nangong Yu bought two bottles of vodka classic white, legendary wine up to 79 degrees, and bought a pack of cigarettes (it must have a lighter), then walked casually on an overpass and fell on the railing.

I glanced at the long overpass. In addition to him, there was a beggar who had already fallen asleep ten meters away and curled up in a ball in the cold night.

There were sometimes three or two people passing by the overpass, and they all looked at him with strange looks. Sympathy, pitiful, sad, and nothing matters...

The car under the bridge rushed past, and the stars and moon in the sky were sleepy and dozed. Sometimes, he opened a bottle of wine by the bridge, drank, sipped after … Smoking, one after another…

He looks so decadent, his seemingly strong figure is actually a bit depressed. Perhaps it is the willingness to squat in the cold wind, perhaps decadent is another kind of beauty...

Nangong Yu was drinking the wine sips by sip. The alcohol really numbed his body, eroding all his cells, and talking to himself one after another:

"Lin Xin, you silly woman, why didn't you realize that I was not your father? Why didn't you understand how real Hengheng and Niannian called your mother? Why didn't you feel that my love for you was not fatherly love at all?

I have been trying to protect you, but you are trying hard to pursue your happiness. Why can't you see me? I'm not far away, I'm just close to you, in front of you, but I'm just like the air... This broken city makes you willing to give up even me.

Tomorrow you will be able to put on a beautiful wedding dress and be the most beautiful bride in the world. Unfortunately, the groom is not me. I can hold your hand, but I will personally hand the hand of my beloved woman to another man's hand, watch you step on the red carpet and walk into the sacred church, and be praised and blessed by guests.

Why isn't the groom? Why is it me who came here to ? Why?"

"Stop quarrel, okay?" The beggar sat up lazily and shouted at Nangong Yu with an impatient look on his face.

Nangong Yu smiled coldly, then straightened up, walked towards the beggar with two bottles of wine, sat next to the beggar, handed a bottle of wine to the beggar, and smiled and said, "Brother, come, let's have a good time to drink tonight..."

After saying that, Nangong Yu raised his head and started to gulp.

"Who is your brother, madman..." The beggar said with disgust and began to clean up his house and walk towards the other end of the overpass. When he left, he glared at Nangong Yu angrily, disturbing his beauty sleep.

Nangong Yu, who was so drunk, smiled, pointed at the beggar's back shakingly, and said in a crazy way: "You are the madman..."

After saying that, he raised his head and poured the high concentration of wine into his stomach until it fell down.

Nangong Yu was completely drunk and unconscious. Perhaps this was the effect he wanted and the reason why he came to buy drunk. Otherwise, how could he survive the long night?

Nangong Yu collapsed on the edge of the overpass. If it weren't for the sound of breathing, he was basically no different from the dead. The temperature on his body was taken away by the cold night wind, and it suddenly dropped from 37.5 degrees Celsius...

In the hazy dream, he seemed to see the prosperous scene on the street again, the street where Ouyang Xuanfeng and Lin Xin proposed marriage. There were traffic, people coming and going, selling things loudly, and people were looking around, and some people were lying on the street and begging. Also, when he was tired, he didn't know where to go, so he wanted to find a place to lie down, so he walked along the street, but never knew where to stay. He only felt that his simple self was incompatible with this neon city.

Suddenly, he saw someone passing by the overpass melodiously listening to the music of his mobile phone. It was a loving couple, otherwise how could he hug so tightly? The music of his mobile phone is really coincidental. It happened to be Wang Jie's song "The Cold Long Street": The sad dream of the night wind, the drizzle in the morning hurts me again and again, tears gradually accumulate in the corners of his red eyes. A bus at night seemed to be complaining about pain. He once walked through this cold long street alone, but sighed helplessly but thought of you...

The street is so long and cold. It cannot reach the end and cannot find its place to return. Its body suddenly fell from 37:50 degrees Celsius. Another infatuation fell in the world, and another love broke silently. It was impossible to see the traces of it. People only saw him lying with a few wine bottles and countless cigarette butts beside him, lying coldly on the edge of the overpass with a smile.

He must have lived in his heart with this sentence: Woman, you must not know that there is such a passionate man who loves you, otherwise you will not continue to move forward and blindly pursue the happiness you mentioned, and habitually treat me as your father. In the future, you will no longer need me to protect you, you will no longer need me to love you, you will love you.

Then what's the point of living...?

It was not until the second dawn that the winter sun shone on Nangong Yu early, and on the overpass accompanied by the people, that he felt a trace of warmth. The sun shone on him. He thought he was dead, and he thought he had entered heaven.

But he saw the old man running, the office worker, the primary school student who was chasing, and the sound of the car horn under the bridge were so clear. Just like the plot on TV, Nangong Yu quickly bit his thumb, wow! It hurts really, this is not a dream, he is not dead.

Nangong Yu looked at the tilted wine bottle beside him and smiled foolishly. Yes, how can drinking be a devastating person?

Nangong Yu gradually woke up, but his head was still aching.

What did he do last night? He thought about it. He recalled when he was about to go to bed. By the way, he kept saying that Lin Xin was going to get married today. Logically, he had to go to the church to hand Lin Xin's hand to Ouyang Xuanfeng's hand.

Can he do it?

Haha... He said that he is not a saint, he is not as great as he imagined.

So, it would be better to choose to leave. Without him, Lin Xin and Ouyang Xuanfeng's wedding would still be prosperous and lively. If he went there, he would not guarantee that he would not do anything impulsive.

In order to let Lin Xin get the happiness she wants, he would rather choose to leave quietly!

For him, Lin Xin's happiness is the core content he wants to abide by.

However... he still has to go home first. At least, an explanation or a blessing must be missed.
Chapter completed!