"If you meet someone you like in the future, you must tell me," Ding Yiyi continued to drink the red wine in a cheers: "You are always not good at expressing your emotions. I am worried that the girl will run away if she thinks you don't like her."

Edward always tried it lightly and replied indifferently, "Okay."

Ding Yiyi couldn't stop and continued, "Also, don't stand up. A person's life is just one chance to live. If you see something happens, run away and don't stand up.

She stared at the red wine and whispered: "At least you have to come back alive."

Edward always looked at her, and there was only her in the blue blue eyes. His hands, which were hanging beside him, were ready to move. After lifting them up slightly, he let them go dejectedly, and said, "Okay."

Until later, Ding Yiyi was no longer sure what she was asking about. Was she not drunk, but she was looking forward to being drunk last time. When she woke up tomorrow, he would be gone.

"It's late at night, go to bed." Edward got up first and wrapped his blazer around her thin shoulders.

Ding Yiyi's face was flushed, and her cheeks were stained with alcohol like peach blossoms in February. She also stood up, "Turn around."

Although she didn't know what she was going to do, Edward turned around as she said.

She looked at his thin shoulders and golden temples, and her gratitude was beyond words. Although she didn't love him, he was a very important part of her life.

The touch and thanks in my heart gathered on the tip of my tongue, and the breeze blew by, and she sent her words to him, "Edward! Happy breaking up."

The next day, Edward had to leave, but Ding Yiyi didn't have time to feel sad because the entire airport waiting hall was filled with an old man roaring furiously, "I don't allow you to go to that place. I only have a grandson like you, I don't allow it!"

Of course, Edward's decision could not be overturned. Ding Yiyi had to run away from both sides, comforting the old man while persuading Edward.

Amidst the panic and roar, Edward left, and the plane took off slowly on the runway, and the roar filled his eardrums.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the old man looked less excited. "I knew he would leave one day," he turned to look at Ding Yiyi, "Actually, he wanted to go half a year ago, but he didn't. I know it was because of your appearance, so thank you for helping me keep my grandson for half a year."

Ding Yiyi was a little stunned. Perhaps she was busy all morning, and it was not until the dust fell to the ground that she was really sure that Edward had left.

She cried without warning, and she was neither sad nor desperate, but just wanted to pay tribute to this acquaintance with tears.

When I returned to the apartment, the decorations of the room had not changed, but I still felt lonely.

The darkroom that was always closed was open, and the equipment inside had not changed, but the photos on the wall were taken away.

Ding Yiyi sat in the dark room for a while, and she was not allowed to return to the living room after she was stiff. In the living room, Edward's most commonly used mug was placed on the table, and today's newspaper was pressed under the mug.

On the wall, her photo was still there. In the photo, she smiled shyly at the camera, while the man outside the camera had already left.

From midnight to sunset, she sat on a rattan chair in the corridor. The sun shone warmed her body and dried her memories.

Until the lazy sunset had reached the middle of the mountain, she suddenly remembered the notebook.
Chapter completed!