Chapter 2270

Mu yuan walked to a corner and suddenly flashed in. The darkness buried all the sadness. He let tears creep over his face. He was never a sensitive and delicate person. Mu's father believed in making heroes with sticks since childhood, and he was very strict with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thrown him to the military camp early and honed his character while reading.

Mu dad always said that men don't flick their tears, their heads can be broken, their blood can flow, and their tears can't fall.

But this long lovelorn period, how many times has he been desperate to die?

Knowing that all this was arranged by someone, he couldn't have stepped on shit luck. If he could do so just right, he would have this honor, and let a high and cold city landmark offer birthday greetings to him.

He can't even deceive himself.

All perfect schemes are frauds.

Just to make him happy.

He slowly bent his legs and squatted in a dark corner. This prosperous city will not bless whose birthday, let alone cry for whose lovelorn.

He is the only one to taste his happiness, his despair and loneliness.

This is New York, and no one cares about a big man hiding in a dark corner crying and burying his heavy love.

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Several tramps walked by and heard his suppressed crying. A man dressed brightly but crying in a dark corner was mostly a man who had just gone bankrupt or just divorced and had a bleak future. Most of these vagrants used to be fresh and angry, romantic and happy, but they were suppressed by the depressed economy and became vagrants.

They extended a helping hand to Mu yuan - one person gave a few coins.

Mu yuan saw several coins fall at his feet, and his face was as hot as a slap. There are so many embarrassed people and things in this world. There are so many criminals eyeing the border, how many elite special forces guard the country one after another, how many people are displaced and have lost their loved ones, but they still grow like sunflowers. He is a good young man with hands and feet and a sound mind. How can he become heroic and lose... Hope for a broken love.

A tall figure slowly approached him. Mu yuan had long dried his tears and picked up the coins on the ground. Those bitter and depressing emotions became lighter. He had more important things to do, and Mengqi was still waiting for him.

This time, his task was completed beautifully. Cai Zhou had sent the information back. Although Li Ze died, he deserved it.

"Xiao Yuan, you cry so ugly." Tall and thin figures seem to fall when the wind blows.

Mu yuan stood up slowly. He walked for a period of time. The wind blew and the alcohol dissipated quickly. He Chunwang was already awake. He Chunwang was skinny and looked bad, but there was no other people around him. He slightly lowered his head and coughed, as if he had tuberculosis.

"Young master, it's a little too much. It's normal for me to cry when I lose love."

He Chunwang chuckled, "don't you Chinese have a saying that men don't shed tears?"

"Seven emotions and six desires, love, hate and sorrow of separation are all human nature. Can I prove that I am a female jiao'e by shedding a few tears? The eldest young master now refuses to recognize his six relatives, and I'm afraid he doesn't know the seven emotions and six desires in the world." Mu yuan fought back and noticed the surrounding environment. He chose a very remote and dark road, but less than 50 meters is the busy street.