Ye Siming's eyes were suddenly lit with light, and he took a step forward.
Until Xiao Hei's figure appeared, carrying a drunken person on his back.
When he walked to Ye Siming, Xiao Hei sniffed.
The light in Ye Siming's eyes disappeared, replaced by two touches of cold.
Jiang Xiaoran lay on the horse's back, his mouth was filled with alcohol, and he kept shouting: "Drink smell! Drink smell..."
Ye Siming's eyes were as calm as the black air conditioner.
He reached out and patted Jiang Xiaoran's face twice: "Don't dream here, wake up."
Jiang Xiaoran then opened his eyes and looked at Ye Siming intoxicatedly.
Suddenly, he pouted and wanted to cry, without any manners.
Jiang Xiaoran raised his arm, as if he wanted to hug Ye Siming's shoulder and burst into tears.
Who knew that Ye Siming took a steep step back.
Jiang Xiaoran fell to the ground with a "slap" but fortunately Ye Siming did not completely ignore it.
While Jiang Xiaoran's face was about to touch the ground, Ye Siming stretched out his legs and blocked him with black boots.
"I just returned from winning the battle and was so half dead, what's the future?"
Ye Siming bent over and sneered with a thin lips.
Jiang Xiaoran sat blankly on the ground, too lazy to get up for a while.
It seemed that the moment he fell just now made him wake up a little.
Jiang Xiaoran looked around: "Xiao Hei really took me to find you..."
As he said that, his eyes turned red and he slammed his heart twice.
"Si Ming, Yin Xiang is going to get engaged to someone else. I'm late!"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.
He was actually too lazy to ask about other people's affairs, but Jiang Xiaoran was his friend, and Gu Nuoer cared about Xie Yinxiang.
So, Ye Siming lifted his robe and sat on the ground beside Jiang Xiaoran.
"What's going on?"
He asked patiently.
Jiang Xiaoran seemed to have suffered a grievance outside, and after finding his elder brother, he wailed and cried.
"I went to her house today and wanted to keep her again for our previous affairs."
"But unexpectedly, she told me that she was about to get engaged."
"Do you know Si Ming? Yin Xiang really doesn't care about me anymore. When she talked to me, her tone was gentle and indifferent, as if I was an irrelevant stranger."
"She told me not to look for her anymore, and wish me a happy life."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xiaoran hated himself and grabbed the grass next to him.
"How could I do without her? If I had known that I would have left, I would have asked her to make this decision. I shouldn't have followed the army to go on the battle. I would have missed her in my life."
He threw out the grass in his hand.
Ye Siming sat beside him, looking into the mountains with deep and cold eyebrows.
Like the most unattainable god king in this mountainous area.
"Because of this, are you going to die?
Jiang Xiaoran, I thought you would understand some truth after you joined the army after going through so many hardships. It seems that I still overestimate you."
"Nothing has improved at all. Xie Yinxiang will be disappointed when she sees you like this, right?"
Ye Siming turned his head, his black eyes as thick as ink.
"I have taught you that you cannot interfere with other people's choices. You can only make yourself not regret it and do what you really want to do in your heart."
As he spoke, the boy's voice was cold and beautiful, like the evening breeze that was tempting and inducing.
"You ask yourself, what do you want?"
Jiang Xiaoran forgot to complain, put away the loss on his face, and murmured: "I want to marry Yinxiang, I want to marry her, I don't want to miss her!"