So Zhao Jindong moved to the bed.

It's more than enough to sleep in a big bed for two people. Song Chen took a look and found it was really across the Pacific Ocean.

When I chose a wedding bed when I got married, Song Chen chose such a big one. Was it to facilitate the convenience of being in a romance or sleeping separately?

Although the bed is big, there is only one quilt, but it is a big quilt that is two meters wide.

Song Chen coughed, sat on the bed, lay down indifferently, and turned over and looked out.

There was a large gap between the quilt, and you could still vaguely feel Zhao Jindong's temperature.

He seems to have slept alone since he can remember. For a long time, he has slept alone and has never slept in the same bed with others. When it is cold, he will think that if someone sleeps together, it will definitely be very comfortable.

Song Chen curled up slightly, picked up his phone and browsed his updated novel.

I don’t know if there are too many new things that he has no time to take care of, or if he is rich now and doesn’t care so much, he never clicked on it after the novel was published.

You know, he was not like this before.

He used to be very stressed when posting articles. Although he had been writing for many years, he was not as good as a pink man. He spent the first month of his new article being published almost every day, worried about collecting and clicking, and worried about whether the memes of the new article could hit readers' points.

Basically, he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep well in the first month of posting.

Now that he is better, he doesn't care. He can write whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about whether anyone can read it or not and whether he can make money.

It's so good that it's his dream life, to be a free online writer.

It’s good to have confidence. He slowly browsed the background and found that the click had become 4 and there was a comment.

"My Xiaochen is great!!! It's so touching!"

This... is Mrs. Zhao's comment??? Fortunately, there was no exposure, so he quickly deleted this comment.

It seems that he has to say to Mrs. Zhao, and don’t expose his real information when commenting!

I don’t know if Mrs. Zhao is complimenting or the truth.

He hid in the quilt and read the first chapter he wrote again.

No, I still find it very touching.

The eyes are moist.

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Luo Wensheng still enjoys this and pretends to be dead every now and then. When Yu Nuo comes back from get off work, he often sees him pretending to be dead.

He strongly suspected that Luo Wensheng was influenced by that Japanese drama. Once he browsed Weibo and found a Japanese drama called "Every day when I go home, I will see my wife pretending to be dead." He watched it for Luo Wensheng as a funny video, but unexpectedly, Luo Wensheng copied it.

But that Japanese drama is a comedy, but the one they performed was a tragedy.

Death is fake, but it is mixed with a little truth, the truth from the future.

He looked at Luo Wen's voice, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

Luo Wensheng pretended to be so similar, as if he was really dead. Even though he knew he was pretending, he was still very worried every time he saw it.

It seems that one day when he returns home, he will see such Luo Wensheng. It is not the Luo Wensheng who pretends to be dead, but the Luo Wensheng who is really dead.

He felt a pain in his heart, but he pretended to kick it impatiently and said, "Get out quickly."

Luo Wenxun climbed up, wiped off the blood from his head, and said, "Does he look like this time?"

Yu Nuo was already calm and said, "Bored."

Luo Wensheng had been lying in one position for a long time, his body was a little stiff, and he limped to the bathroom to clean it up. Yu Nuo took the mop and mop the floor, but he could no longer shed tears. Mumu.

Sometimes he wonders why he did this.

Maybe he just wanted to love for a while, Luo Wensheng was a paranoid, and so was he.

Luo Wensheng entered the bathroom for a long time but didn't come out. He was a little worried and went in to look. But he saw that Luo Wensheng was already a little thin and hunched, sitting in the bathroom with red eyes.

Yu Nuo bent down and picked up the spray head on the ground, turned off the hot water, and said, "Get up and wipe it."

Luo heard the sound but couldn't get up.

He slipped in the bathroom, fell to his waist, and couldn't get up anymore.

Probably, I worked alone in the bathroom for a long time, and the hot water made my whole legs burn red.

Yu Nuo sent him to the hospital and stayed in the hospital for half a month, and had to take care of food, drink, defecation and sensation. He knew that his fate with Luo Wensheng was about to end, so he wanted to do more for him.

Luo Wensheng expressed great resistance. Although he knew that Luo Wensheng would not listen, he still said, "It's all an old husband and wife, and I don't dislike you."

Luo Wensheng said, "I dislike myself."

Yu Nuo lowered his head, packed up his things, and prepared to take him out of the hospital.

Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, he returned home and found that Luo Wensheng was not at home.

The home I have lived in for decades, no matter how clean and tidy it is, there is still a scent of people. It is a tiny atmosphere of life, which permeates every corner of the room. But when he came back that day, he obviously felt that the house was empty.

Luo Wensheng disappeared again, and this time he left a letter to him, and he was really leaving.

"I still can't accept the aging in front of you, and I don't want you to watch me die." Luo Wensheng said.

After saying so much, no one can convince anyone.

Of course, Yu Nuo couldn't let go so easily. He finally caught Luo Wensheng who was about to get on the bus at the station.

Luo Wensheng Dog hugged her waist and said tremblingly: "Why are you doing this? I haven't made it clear in my letter."

Yu Nuo said: "I'll let you go, and you'll let me take a good look at you in the end and let you go."

When he got old, Luo Wensheng resisted taking photos, and there was not even a photo of him at home.

The two looked at each other. Yu Nuo looked at each other's old face. Luo Wensheng's eyes were still so bright, the same as when he first met in high school.

Later he found out that it was not that his eyes were bright, but that tears were gushing out of his eyes.

Tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face. This was the first time he had seen Luo Wenxun cry when he had been together.

He couldn't bear to look at it anymore and said, "Let's go."

Luo Wensheng hunched over and pulled his suitcase into the car.

Immortality may not be a good thing. People who are immortal should not love others. He sent away his father and mother, and also his lover. All the people he loved will eventually leave him.

Yu Nuo returned home, sat on the balcony shining with the setting sun, and played a song "Breeze and Drizzle" on his mobile phone.

This is a song that Luo Wensheng particularly liked when he was young. Teresa Teng's original singer, and Faye Wong later covered it.

"The breeze blows the clouds, and the drizzle slowly falls on the earth. It rains on me and you, making the world full of poetry.

The breeze is accompanied by the drizzle, like me accompanied by the lovely you, looking at me and seeing how beautiful the world is.

Ah, I am the wind and you are the rain,

Oh, the breeze is all in the drizzle."

Yu Nuo hung on his knees and didn't get up for a long time.

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Before this reached the most abusive part, he couldn't stand it anymore.

It's so abusive, but as an author, it's so exciting to write such abusive article.

He wanted to abuse the readers' tears, and the readers' tears were his medal.

The slutty author also has a literary heart, trying to impress readers with true feelings, not something 191.

Suddenly thinking of 191, he felt a little moved again.

191 It was lying beside him at this moment.

Song Chen turned around with red eyes and looked at Zhao Jindong.

Zhao Jindong didn't know what he was looking at, frowned. He noticed his gaze and turned his head to look over.

Song Chen immediately turned his head and closed his eyes.

The eyes are still wet, and when you close the above, you can feel the wetness of your eyelashes.

Song Chen felt a little headache, but he was too lazy to do anything, so he covered his head with a quilt and curled up. The headache became more and more severe, and the quilt began to become hot flashes. He burst into tears in the almost unbearable pain, not knowing whether it was for himself or for Yu Nuo.
Chapter completed!