queen i love you

Chapter 410 Life and death depend on God (5)
But what does that person look like when he lights a cigarette?No one can see it anymore.

There was a slight itching on the face, and something was warm, slowly running down his cheeks.It dripped down, smashed into the thick snow on the legs, and quickly melted into nests one by one.

Lowering his hands, he stared at his own disabled hands.

In an instant, a shadow was cast.

The voice was unbelievable: "Huang Yu?"

Huang Yu looked up, there were dim street lights in that area, which wasn't particularly bright, but Qing Xi saw the sparkle in his eyes and tears streaming down his face.

Suddenly realizing something, he immediately lowered his head.

Cong Yao was so stunned that she could hardly recover, and suspected that she was wrong.But how could it be wrong, he was indeed crying, with tears all over his face, as if extremely sad.

Every time I see Huang Yu, I look like a cynical young master, and when I smile, I have an evil look on my face.Such a man seems to only make others sad. He is happy and carefree all his life, and he has no heart and no lungs.

It was such a night and moment that Cong Yao felt a pain in her heart, feeling that she was stung by something, sharp pain and numbness.Subconsciously feeling that Huang Yu like this is real, he wondered, is he really like this?

Is he also a man who can cry, laugh, and soften his heart?

She brushed off the falling snow on the bench and sat down next to him.

Sitting here and crying at this time is really not a good pastime.Not to mention the cold, the snow is too heavy, and a person can be buried in a blink of an eye.

Looking at Huang Yu from the side, he is already like a snowman.The reason why she noticed him was because she was curious. On a snowy day, how could anyone sit here and look at it from a distance, thinking that some prankster deliberately built a snowman on the bench, so she wanted to take a look.In the end, I saw that familiar face and the beauty's tears...

Take a breath: "It's really emotional to come here to cry in heavy snow."

Huang Yu had already wiped away his tears, but his eyes were red and he still lowered his head.As soon as he exited, there was annoyance at being seen as embarrassing: "Who is crying? Children don't go to bed early, what are they doing out at night?"

Cong Yao didn't expose him, knowing that he was very sad.Although he didn't know why he was sad, he could see at a glance that he was depressed and out of control.

He raised the ice cream in his hand.

"Seeing that it's snowing, I suddenly want to eat ice cream while surfing the Internet in the dormitory. I think it must be very cool." So I wrapped up my big coat and came down.Ask him: "Do you want to eat?"

Huang Yu didn't say he wanted to eat, but reached out to take it.In the next second, he raised his hand and threw it into the trash can a few meters away. He had good eyesight and accurate shots. It was even more handsome than a three-pointer on a basketball court.

"What kind of cold drink do you have this day, is your stomach too good or your teeth too good?"

Cong Yao had nothing in her hand and didn't get annoyed with him.Anyway, in Huang Yu's eyes, she is just a young girl who is used to listening to movies, so she doesn't think much of it.Help him to shake off the snow from his body, for fear that if the heavy snow falls unscrupulously, it will break his upright figure.

Huang Yu sensed her intention, froze for a moment, and dodged.

"Thank you, don't worry about it."

Cong Yao ignored him and didn't care about someone who was in a bad mood. She wasn't being unreasonable, she knew that people at this time were very awkward and serious.After sweeping the snow off his body, his hands, which were originally sluggishly warm, were already completely cold.Recalling that his previous action might be lighting a cigarette, but now he is still holding it in his hand, one is a deformed cigarette body, and the other is an unlit match.

"Can't light a cigarette? Are you in a bad mood?"

Cong Yao's speech has a characteristic, that is, the words are spoken briskly, which makes people sound relaxed.This way of speaking and the speed of speech are also similar to those of Jiangnan.

Huang Yu raised his eyes to look at her, after all, it wasn't about that person's sadness.

When staring at Cong Yao, he said it unconsciously.

"My friend is dead."

He was really dead, he saw with his own eyes, someone asked them to do such an inhumane thing of identifying a dead body today.

I hope that even if I leave forever, I don't want to leave so bloody, like Ruan Tianming, I always think he is still there...

Cong Yao stared at him for a while, she really didn't expect it, no wonder she was so sad that she shed tears.Turns out he was someone who could really cry for a friend.

Be careful: "Is he your good friend?"

Guess it must be, otherwise the icy sadness would not come here.

Huang Yu has always regarded Bo Nanfeng as his best friend, a buddy.But he also complained about him. When the whole world reported that Bo Nanfeng had caused Jiangnan misfortune, he did complain about him.I even thought that since I don't really like it, I shouldn't get it.

In comparison, Li Zhengyang was much more sincere. At that time, it was better to support him and grab him, so as not to let the Queen have what she is today.

But after Bo Nanfeng died, he realized that no matter how much resentment there was, it was just a layer of floating smoke, which would be blown away.Friendship is there, it was not a joke at first, and it cannot be erased.

I also feel that Jiangnan is still his, and it can only be his.

Desperate for no reason...

"A very good friend, a buddy."

Cong Yao then quieted down, and no one spoke for a while, so quiet that it seemed that the sound of falling snow could be heard, falling on the ground, falling on people, falling everywhere in the world...

"Do you want to build a snowman together?"

Cong Yao suddenly smiled and asked him.

Huang Yu glanced at her, his face expressionless, and he has no emotion in doing anything up to now.

"It's getting late, you go back." Seeing that she wasn't wearing much, she shivered from the cold.

Cong Yao didn't listen to him and pulled him to stand up.

"Pile up one, don't move, I'm afraid you'll freeze to death if you sit down. Aren't you cold?"

Why is it not cold, the heart is colder than the body.

Huang Yu stood motionless in the white snow.

Cong Yao urged him: "Hurry up, or the door of our dormitory will be closed when the time is up." The head thought for a while: "If you are so reluctant to part with your friend, just act like him as a fear." Then send him away, the living will not worry about it, let go, and the dead can go away with peace of mind, right? "

Huang Yu asked himself, is this really the case?But even if everyone let go, Jiang Nan will not let go.Bo Nanfeng would never feel at ease when he left.

In the past, he pulled Cong Yao up: "Don't be stupid. What dormitory building do you live in?"

Cong Yao mumbled: "Number three."

Huang Yu roughly identified the direction, took her by the wrist and walked away.

"Go back to sleep, you will freeze to death."

Cong Yao was forcibly pulled back by him, holding her hand all the way, both of them were cold, even if they were pinched together, there was no warmth.Huang Yu has long legs and big strides, almost bringing her into the air.

(End of this chapter)