My God! I Fall in love with an fake bride

Luo Xiaolin gently stroked the back of Yang Yangyang's hand, and then played with Yang Yangyang's fingers one by one aimlessly. He remembered all the things he had heard about Yang Yangyang over the years. All those once vigorous love, once crazy regardless of results, once cried and laughed, happy and torn hearts and lungs were written on her smooth and lonely skin by Yang Yangyang. Luo Xiaolin knew well and had endless pity, but he was speechless.

"Take me directly to the west railway station." Yang Yangyang said coldly.

"Not another day?"

Yang Yangyang said, "I can't help it. I have to go back to work. You see, there are so many things every day."

Luo Xiaolin helped Yang Yangyang buy tickets with big and small bags. Not many people lined up at the ticket window. Luo Xiaolin knew that they were standing at a fork in the road and were going to different places. These steps in front of them were the last two people could walk hand in hand.

When Yang Yangyang stood at the window ready to pay for the ticket, Luo Xiaolin had a blank in his mind. He pulled Yang Yangyang hard and said, "don't go."

Yang Yangyang said, "OK."

The two men looked at each other and laughed together. Who can say how much is included in such a smile.

Yang Yangyang said, "come back together and I'll buy you a ticket."

Luo Xiaolin shook his head.

"OK."

Luo Xiaolin nodded.

He kept sending Yang Yangyang to the place where he got on the bus, but Luo Xiaolin didn't make a sound again. Yang Yangyang stood at the door and said, "I'm leaving."

Luo Xiaolin gave Yang Yangyang what he was carrying in his hand and forced out a smile, saying goodbye.

Yang Yangyang got into the trunk. Luo Xiaolin looked at her back and couldn't bear to look again.

So he turned and left.

He didn't know.

Did Yang Yangyang look back.

twenty-four

Luo Xiaolin closed the door and smiled hard in the dark. He took his hand in front of him and turned it over, as if he could still feel the temperature of Yang Yang's skin left on his fingers.

Luo Xiaolin thought: if laughing is more ugly than crying, why laugh.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaolin's tears could no longer stop, gushing out. He knows that he and Yang Yangyang are walking in different directions. Maybe they will never meet each other again. But he didn't know why he sat here crying like a madman. Crying slowly changed from just crying to crying. He shouted Yang Yangyang's name loudly and hoarse.

Tired of crying, Luo Xiaolin felt that he could not shout out his voice, but he kept reading Yang Yangyang's name, and tears were still pouring out.

He sent a text message to Yang Yangyang: do you remember what I asked you?

Yang Yangyang: which sentence?

Luo Xiaolin: I said, take care of yourself and don't drink all the time.

Yang Yangyang: Yes, sir.

Luo Xiaolin: promise to do it?

Yang Yangyang: I'll try my best.

Luo Xiaolin looked at the words sent by Yang Yangyang in tears. Vaguely. As if Yang Yangyang's appearance in my memory began to be blurred. He shook his head in disbelief. And sat there, trying to think of Yang Yangyang. Tears don't know when they stopped flowing.

He didn't know what else he could do. For no reason, he sent a message to yue'er: I miss you very much now.

Yue'er replied to him: what's the matter with you?