Nanjing, on the campus of Hanlin College.

It was late at night, it was past eleven o'clock? Or it was past twelve o'clock? Zhao Yan didn't look at the time, he didn't know and didn't care. Before coming out of the dormitory, he and Zhang Peng drank all the beer in the dormitory refrigerator together. Zhang Peng was drunk, but he was not drunk yet, and he didn't want to sleep.

Zhao Yan has never thought of this in his past life, and he has never thought of it.

In the past, he would pursue anyone he liked. Even if he couldn't see hope, he would try his best to create hope. He believed that things were done by humans! He also believed that even if he couldn't succeed in the end, the process of his pursuit would be enough to make him miss it, and he would not regret it in the future.

But this time, he must control his feelings and make choices that are completely opposite to his feelings.

When he came out of the dormitory building just now, Zhao Yan bought two more bottles of beer in a convenience store next to the guard room. He opened one bottle and grabbed it in his hand and walked while drinking it. The other bottle did not open it, but it would eventually open it.

On this night, he told himself that he must be drunk! He must be drunk!

There were few people on the asphalt road on the campus, and the night was shrouded in the campus, and he also shrouded in him. He looked up at the night sky. The stars on the night were completely unaware of the depression in his heart. He still blinked at him mischievously as usual, looking like he was mocking him, making Zhao Yan feel bored at first sight.

"Smile!"

Zhao Yan walked with his eyes slanted and angrily, angrily raised a middle finger at the stars in the night sky, and then added: "If you have an egg..."

However, in a depressed state of mind, even the anger could not last for a few seconds. When he lowered his head, his emotions fell down again, his eyes were blurred and depressed.

Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a song he heard on Lu Yang's computer. The perverted memory ability in his dream was also revealed at this moment. He was almost drunk, and his brain was almost unable to turn, but when he thought of that song, the melody and lyrics of that song were as clear as it sounded in his heart.

"A man walking alone in the long street... alone in the cold night... alone is escaping? It's not others but yourself! What is a person afraid of? It's not cold, it's loneliness... alone in the cold street, it's alone in the long night, what does a person want to pursue? It's not reality... it's an illusion! What does a person want to conquer? It's not the world, it's love..."

Zhao Yan remembers that the singer who sang this song's surname is Zheng and Zheng Zhihua.

Lu Yang seemed to like his songs very much. On Lu Yang's computer, Zhao Yan found many songs by this singer. Zhao Yan was surprised at that time because there were many good songs from this singer, almost every song had a special taste, and his voice seemed to have a crying voice. Listening to a few more songs, you will find this person's talent that makes people look up to. Zhao Yan once looked for singers similar to this person in the Ming Dynasty in his memory. After searching through the memories, he couldn't find one.

But this person's songs are not much cheerful, and listening to his songs makes people sad. Although Zhao Yan thought his songs were very good before, he never liked to sing them, but his mood was in line tonight. Many of the songs by Zheng Zhihua in his mind seemed to fit his mood tonight.

But at this time, what he wanted to sing the most was this song "Escape by Single".

"Escape alone? Where can I escape? Who can escape from me?"

As he sang, Zhao Yan's mouth was filled with bitterness, and the self-deprecating taste was so strong that it could not be more intense.

After drinking a bottle of beer, Zhao Yan threw the empty wine bottle into the grass beside the road, then bounced open the bottle cap of another bottle with his thumb, poured wine into his mouth while shaking and continuing to move forward.

There were still a few people on the way. A girl who was walking on her brisk steps towards her face saw Zhao Yan's decadent drunken look, subconsciously frowned, glanced at Zhao Yan in disgust, and immediately covered her nose with her little hand, and quickly avoided Zhao Yan like she was escaping from the plague.

Zhao Yan saw the drunken eyes, but a deeper sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His hazy drunk eyes were staring around, but he couldn't find anything that could attract his attention.

So he squinted his eyes and began to sing another song by Zheng Zhihua.

"Looking for evidence of living, the asphalt roads in the city are too hard to step on the footprints! The proud and ignorant modern people do not know how to cherish, and that ocean and fields that have been ruined by civilization can only be found by staying away from the crowd..."

In this way, Zhao Yan was like a drunkard who was drunk and dreaming, singing while drinking, but the artistic conception of the lyrics was like everyone was drunk and I was awake alone. However, on such a night, no one noticed these songs that had never been sung under the sky of the Ming Dynasty.

When he was about to reach the gate of the college, a dark blue car suddenly drove towards him. Zhao Yan, who was drunk and hazy, did not tell which car it was. He glanced at it and felt that the price should be not low.

Just at this moment, a boy walked towards him. Zhao Yan's mouth bent into a big curve. He stopped and waved to the boy. His eyes tried hard to open, but he couldn't open it. The wave seemed slow, and the alcohol still anesthetized him.

"What's up?"

The boy walked to Zhao Yan in confusion, and stopped when he was two steps away from Zhao Yan. He did not get closer to Zhao Yan anymore. There were always few drunk people who were willing to get closer.

Zhao Yan half-opened and closed his eyes, smiled drunkenly, stepped forward and pulled the boy's right hand, and then stuffed the empty wine bottle in his hand into the boy's hand in the boy's hand in the surprised eyes.

Not only that, Zhao Yan also said with a smile: "Come on! Child! Take it! This is the gift given to you by my brother! Keep it well! Haha..."

After saying that, Zhao Yan seemed very happy, and grinned and laughed, making the boy's face look gloomy and gloomy. This was a pure insult, but he was sure that the person in front of him was drunk, and normal people were unwilling to be serious with the drunk, but this really made him angry. A stranger stuffed him an empty beer bottle, called him a child, and said it was a gift given to him by his brother, asking him to keep it well. This was not just an insult, but also taking advantage of him!

"Go to Damn!"

The boy finally couldn't help it and threw out the beer bottle in his hand. With a "bang", the empty bottle fell on the asphalt road and broke. The boy glared at Zhao Yan fiercely and left angrily.

The smile on Zhao Yan's face froze, and a fierce light flashed in his drunken eyes. He slowly turned around and looked at the boy's back. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably and shook his head vigorously. When Zhao Yan was about to catch up and teach the boy a lesson, he suddenly seemed to think of something again. He couldn't help but frown and think carefully, and then looked back at the broken wine bottle on the road with a puzzled look.

"Litter! Really unqualified! What should I do if I stab someone else's feet? I don't have any public morality at all..."

In the dark green car that had just stopped by the roadside, in the driver's seat, Xun Qing saw Zhao Yan shaking his head and muttering, and actually walked over and squatted down, picking up the glass residue on the ground one by one. She clearly saw a fierce light flashing in Zhao Yan's eyes, and clearly saw his face suddenly become dark.

She was almost certain that Zhao Yan was about to catch up with the boy and teach him a lesson, but Xun Qing saw this dramatic scene.

She had seen Zhao Yan practicing boxing and the Nine Styles of Breaking Wind. Xun Qing knew very well that even if he was drunk, he would teach a young man who had been weak and obviously had never practiced Kung Fu, there would be no problem.

But he controlled his emotions before the outbreak and walked over to pick up the glass residue on the ground.

Is he not drunk yet?

But if I wasn't drunk, how could I stuff the empty wine bottle into the hands of a stranger just now? Is it just a prank?

After hesitating for a moment, Xun Qing pushed open the door of the driver's seat, got out of the car, walked slowly to Zhao Yan, looked at Zhao Yan with a contemplative look, and said, "Student! Do you need help?"

"Who?"

Zhao Yan asked vaguely before looking up, and then tried his best to look up the woman in front of him with his hazy drunk eyes.

"I am Xun Qing!"

Xun Qing's expression was calm, this was her personality.

"Sading love?"

Zhao Yan's eyes became confused. Before Xun Qing could notice the strangeness in his words, Zhao Yan's next sentence came out: "Why do you want to commit suicide? Why? How did your man die? Do you love him so much? You actually want to commit suicide for him?"

Xun Qing: “…”

Xun Qing's eyes became astonished. Because of her father's identity, no one dared to tease her name in person since she was a child. Later, when she entered the officialdom, no one dared to joke about her name like this.

Over time, Xun Qing forgot that his name could still be misinterpreted like this.

Xun Qing fell silent and looked at Zhao Yan's eyes carefully, confirming that he was really confused, rather than deliberately playing with her. Then she spoke again: "It's Xun of Xunzi! Clear and clear! I said, do you need help?"

"oh……"

Zhao Yan nodded suddenly and curled his lips and said, "So your man is Xunzi, you have committed suicide for him! Why? Did this guy treat you very well during his lifetime? Are you so reluctant to part with him?"

Xun Qing: “…”

Xun Qing found that she was terrified by words and could not let the drunk guy explain clearly. Due to her personality, she simply refused to explain.

He reached out and lifted his trouser legs, squatted down in front of Zhao Yan, and helped Zhao Yan pick up the glass residue on the ground, while following Zhao Yan's words: "Yes! He was very good to me during his lifetime! Otherwise, how could I have committed suicide for him? What about you? Why do you drink so much wine?"

"I?"

Zhao Yan lowered his head and picked up the glass residue on the ground one by one, but his vision was blurred. He stared at the fragments he wanted to pick up. When he reached over, he always deviated from the direction. He had to pick up every broken glass several times before he could pick up it up.

"Haha, I'm different from you! I won't commit suicide! Haha! Because I'm Zhao Yan!"

"Then why are you?"

Xun Qing asked again.

"I?"

Zhao Yan tilted his head and thought hard, then grinned at Xun Qing and gave an answer that Xun Qing had never expected at all.

"I am a burial love! A burial love! Yes! It is a burial love! Burial love! Haha! Isn't it very interesting? Ah?"

Xun Qing was slightly stunned, then raised his eyes and stared at Zhao Yan's drunken face for a while, and repeated softly: "Burning love...Burning love..."

Her love sacrifice was fake, but judging from his drunkenness, his burial should be true.

Bury your own love...

This sentence made Xun Qing's eyes dazed for a moment, and she remembered the man in her life. Many years ago, the man was as infatuated as the young man in front of him, chasing her from high school to university, and then from university to that snowy winter.

But she never accepted him because she had her own ambitions. She kept saying to herself: Before success, she would never waste time on the relationship between boring men and women.

The initial rejection of him was because of the ambition in her heart. Later, rejecting him seemed to have become a habit. Every time he confessed to her, she habitually refused before she could think about it in her mind.

After so many years, gradually, she thought he would be there forever, just like after being rejected so many times, after being silent for a few days, she became more and more courageous and pursued her again.

But that winter, that snowy winter, after she habitually rejected him again, the next day she got up as usual and was in a good mood. Thinking of the scene of his confession last night, she was in a good mood.

She had already thought about it and agreed to his confession when she realized her ambition. She had been moved for so many years.

But she didn't want to distract herself emotionally before her ambitions were realized. She believed that he had become accustomed to her rejection. She believed that after this rejection, he would recover in a few days, like every time before, and then return to her side.

However, a call from his friend called her cell phone early that morning. She remembered the first sentence of the phone over the past few years. Every time she dreamed of it at midnight, it hurt her deeply.

"Mumu is gone! When the police found him, he fell in the snow on the side of the road. The police said he went there at about 3 am last night..."

That sentence, that sentence seemed to have a kind of frozen magic, which instantly made her cold from head to toe, and the blood in her body seemed to instantly turn into ice. The coldness penetrated her heart and made her almost unable to breathe. Tears, tears that had not shed for more than ten years, instantly flowed out like water flowing open the gate, but they could not stop the huge sorrow in her heart.

That man, the man who said she was his dream, left.

From then on, there will never be a man who loves her as much as he does, and there will never be a man who will still appear in front of her and confess to her after being rejected again and again, and still say that she is his dream.

It was also at that time that Xun Qing felt heartbroken to discover how important he was to her. Because of his pursuit of never giving up, she never had to worry about her love, so she could cheat and realize her ambitions.

Because she had long believed that as long as she nodded, she could get a perfect love at any time.

However, he was not an indomitable steel after all, and he did not persist until the day when she nodded. (To be continued.)
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