Chapter 951

(to be revised later)

They sat down at the table.

Song Li put a chopstick of carrots into the man's bowl and tried to persuade him not to be picky. The man asked Qu Baba to take a small mouthful and spit it out. Then he began to play helpless and said that if he didn't eat it, he would not eat it.

Song Lishu showed a helpless but spoiled smile, but there was no way.

The TV was turned on. I didn't know what was playing inside. The fan page on my head was creaking.

Song Lishu took a bath and came out from the bathroom. His hair was still wet and stuck on his neck. Suddenly, the man rushed over and held song Lishu in his arms. His head was buried in his neck socket. He greedily absorbed her breath and could not help saying good fragrance.

Song Lishu pushed him and scolded him shamelessly.

At this time, the man slowly raised his head. Suddenly, he twisted his head and looked straight at Huo Baiyuan.

Seems to be aware of the existence of Huo Baiyuan, the man sent song Lishu away, turned around, step by step toward the direction of Huo Baiyuan, impartial, straight stand in front of Huo Baiyuan.

Looking at the man in front of him, seeing his face gradually clear, showing a handsome face, Huo Baiyuan's heart seemed to stop in an instant, because he found that this man was himself.

The man who quarrels with song Lishu, laughs with song Lishu, and embraces song Lishu sweetly is himself.

It's himself from the beginning to the end!

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt his legs softened, and he fell to the ground, as if he had lost his soul.

Qin Miao didn't know what happened, so he grabbed Huo Bai's arm and asked, "what's the matter with you, young master? What's the matter? "

Huo Baiyuan suddenly put his hand around his head.

Those fragments in his mind, finally formed a complete picture.

In the narrow and dark room, Huo Baiyuan sat down on the ground, looking through his diary by the moonlight outside the window, turning page by page, and each page was filled with his name.

Later, there was only one word in her diary - pain.

She can't express, no place to talk, she has only one feeling, pain.

The last one stopped on the day song Lishu asked him to meet, and then there was no following. From then on, she was sealed in this small iron box, together with his feelings.

If it wasn't for the landlord's payment slip, Huo Baiyuan would never have found this place. These things, this diary, would have disappeared completely in the world with song Lishu.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt a pain in his head. His nerves seemed to be pulled by something. He immediately held his head tightly with his hands. The severe pain almost made him unable to breathe. Countless pieces of broken pictures ran in his head, as if they were going to explode at any time.

The pain is like being bitten by the blade, like being bitten by ten thousand ants.

Huo Baiyuan couldn't bear the pain. He curled up and fell on the ground. His head was torn open by a big hand, and his flesh was blurred. He put something in it.

Qin Miao was startled and quickly held Huo Baiyuan: "what's the matter with you, young master?"

"Pain..." Huo Baiyuan lying on the ground, holding his head, eyes full of blood, a face because of pain and ferocious, difficult to squeeze out a little sob from the throat: "good... Good pain..."

Qin Miao was at a loss: "pain? Where does it hurt? "

Huo Baiyuan couldn't answer. He couldn't even tell where the pain was. Suddenly, a soft cheering sounded in his ear, and he was shocked.

"Ah yuan..."