She is lonely

Chapter 344 A Red Bean, Wants to Single Out This Universe 23
After Mai Lian left, Gu Cen got up, pushed open the window, and stood upright in front of the desk, with the little snowflakes in the courtyard quietly falling in his eyes.

Looking up is a boxy world that blends with her.

It was as if she was alone in this world.

She is the only one, holding a piece of homeland, facing this world soberly.

Gu Cen slowly leaned against the window, his body pressed against the window, the wind blew hard from his tight shoulder blades, making his thin clothes rattle.

Gu Cenzhi's legs were slightly bent, and he slowly fell against the corner of the wall. He raised his neckline and closed his eyes forcefully. He still felt that the light was too bright, so he raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes, and let the light from the desk fall down. A small patch of shadowy darkness enveloped her body.

With one hand, she pressed a small black earthen pot firmly into her bosom, and with the other hand, she searched under the table, picked up a jug of wine, opened the lid of the wine pot, raised her head and slammed it down her throat. irrigation.

The wine was too strong, Gu Cen poured his head down for a while, then put down the wine jar, tilted his head slightly, his forehead was against the wall, his eyes were tightly closed, because the head was raised, the protruding bones on both sides of his neck The lines have obvious undulating arcs.

The small earthen jar in her arms was trembling from her fingers, as if she was silently enduring some unbearable pain.

Gu Cen slowed down her breath, lifted the wine jar again and started to drink. She drank until it was dark outside, but she didn't light the lamp, and just drank in a dull way.

At the end of the drink, she sat crookedly on the corner of the table, curled herself up into a ball, until the cold silver light swayed into the window lattice, she just felt the chill spread from her whole body and penetrated into the muscles and bones, so He couldn't help but hugged himself tightly, with the tip of his chin resting on the back of his hand, breathing slowly.

But her whole head was full of pain, her nose was stuffy, and she had to burp while drinking. That feeling was really bad.

Gu Cen was finally willing to put down the wine jar, and grabbed her eyes, which were stained red by drunkenness, with two cold hands, and rubbed her eyes indiscriminately. The redder and more painful she scratched, she stretched out with her fingers in despair. The corners of his eyes were red, and he tried to force himself to open his eyes wide in the darkness.

Her eyes were wide open, but she still couldn't focus. She just stared blankly at a certain place, as if her whole body was stuck.

Can't react.

In other words, it is not acceptable, as if opening his eyes, the earth-shaking facts are in front of him.

Even though several days had passed, even though she had read the relevant files over and over again, she still couldn't slow down.

Maybe he drank too much wine, Gu Cen couldn't hold back his body at last, stumbled and ran out, vomited sporadically, his face turned pale.

Gu Cen felt as if her whole body was tied to a fire and was roasting. The raging fire made her burn to the point that her body was so painful that she couldn't move up and down as if there was a handful of coals in her throat, and her breathing became more and more difficult and dull.

"Gu, Cen,"

Her voice was as cold as ice and hoarse, and she read these two words word by word seriously.

Slowly and forcefully repeated again, "Gu Cen..."

Gu Cen seemed to find it incomprehensible, breathing heavily and sobbing, as if punishing himself, he rubbed his eyes hard a few times, clenched his fingers into fists and hit his forehead, his voice was trembling and soft, "Why didn't you treat yourself Stupid."

Gu Cen leaned against the corner of the table, closed his trembling eyelashes, and fell asleep with difficulty under the shadow.

The small earthen pot in her hand accidentally slipped from the palm of her hand, and the fine sand leaked from the slightly curved fingers, covering the icy sleeves beside her.

The rustling ceased.

(End of this chapter)