You Are My Unforgettable Love

Shen Liangchuan simply lifted the quilt and sat up.

In the darkness, Qiao Lian's breathing came, just like a kitten, which made people feel sorry.

Shen Liangchuan turned to look at the past, the woman shrank into a ball, but he did not know how to face.

He clenched his fists tightly, suddenly got out of bed, changed his clothes, and went straight out.

He drove around in Beijing at night.

He didn't know where to go.

But when he returned to God, he found that he had come to the graveyard of Mo Wuxin.

The wind is cold at night.

Whistling past his car.

He stopped the car.

After sitting in the driver's seat for a while, he pushed the driver's door open. After getting out of the car, he walked to the trunk and picked up a bottle of wine left there. Then he walked in slowly.

Throughout the cemetery, there were overcast winds, but he never believed in ghosts and gods. Even at this moment, it was so dark that he went forward and went directly to Mo Wuxin's tombstone.

The tombstone is engraved with his real name: Zhou Song.

The sky was so dark, and there was no light around here. Only the street lights came over, making the photos on the tombstone appear weird colors, so dark and terrifying, but for him, he was not afraid at all.

After eight years, his appearance still remained eight years ago.

Shen Liangchuan squatted down, stayed there quietly, and looked at him.

Unintentional, are you unwilling?

He picked up the liquor bottle in his hand, sat next to the tombstone with one butt, and pulled out two wine glasses from his pocket.

Open the bottle and pour the wine into the two glasses.

Then he picked up one of the glasses and held up the tombstone: "Brother, sorry, Song Yuanxi has gone away and hasn't fallen yet."

"I know, she can't face me and Xiao Qiao."

"Brother, I will find her and take care of her, you can rest assured."

"My brother and I ... I'm sorry for you."

After saying this, he looked up and a glass of spicy white wine filled his stomach.

That kind of feeling, the degree of the wine is very high, so dry drinking, like a fire, directly from the mouth, burned into the stomach.

He sat there and looked at the tombstone.

After a while, he bowed his head.

Next, I didn't say a word, just a glass of wine.

His eyes were a little moist.

However, the man does not cry easily.

He tightened his chin and stared forward, as if he had returned to the day eight years ago ...

He had been a strict tutor since he was a kid and rarely drank like this.

I drink for the first time in my life because of that ...

He and Mo have no intentions, and worked hard for a month to prepare the club, and only waited for Xiao Qiao to come to Beijing to reunite with them.

But she called.

"Sorry, I can't play games anymore ..."

In simple words, his heart was pumped.

He didn't speak, and hung up the phone.

The young man was kicked out of the Shen family to set up a club and was facing a crisis of survival with Xia Yehua.

But even so, he clenched his teeth and stuck to his dream.

He always thought that in this world, the person who would never betray him was Xiao Qiao.

They will also go from the game to the reality, to the palace of the wedding.

He always felt that even if they were online dating, the relationship between them had become more steadfast than those in reality.

He even wanted to work with her to the top of e-sports.