Chapter 1909: Take the gas and go (4)

Think about the future, if it continues the previous period, Fujiwara is also a heart, and there seems to be no hope of recovery. What can he do now?
Picking up the wine, drinking a few mouthfuls, took a deep breath, "The value is not worth it, only the most understand in my heart. I have no way to deny the past, and I don't want to deny it."
"I will keep my own promises. It is also your business that you can't accept it in the East. I can't look at it like this, but I don't care. I have so many feelings, if I don't come back..."
At least, if this can be less painful.
Fujiwara's tone was resolutely determined, and his persevering gaze made Lan Xiu feel a little scared. Lan Xiu turned his head to see the oriental cloud, trying to capture some changes from her face. However, she saw the oriental cloud. Still look faint, in addition to that somewhat gloomy eyes, there seems to be no exposed emotions.
After waiting for a while, I didn’t see the words from Fujiwara’s back. After thinking about it, Lan Xiu’s hand reached out to stop the vine wilderness that was about to pour the wine.
Let’s drink less.

"On such a cold day, you can feel some temperature when you drink a little. Don't worry, this is a degree, you can't get drunk."
The blue eyes are dark and dark. Looking at the two people who are so suppressed, he is naturally uncomfortable in his heart. Looking at the vines in the wild, watching the stream in the east, the cup is poured down one by one, and his heart is not followed. taste.
The oriental cloud did not stop, but also silently sipped, and few people did not speak. The atmosphere was naturally somewhat suppressed. The blue thoughts were measured. I was trying to make the vines leave with him. I didn’t want Ali’s phone. Hit it.
It is a matter of the company's side. An important customer has just arrived in Z City because of the delay of the snowing flight. Lan Xiu needs to meet in the past.
"If you are busy, go back first. If you get back home and give me a message, let Ali come and pick you up."
Dongfang Liuyun said.
Lan Xiu looked at the oriental stream and the vine wilderness with some complex looks. He hesitated, and said, "That Aye, let me wait for Ali to come back and send you back? Matsuda is not..."
"No, I am busy with you, I am not too drunk."
Fujiwara wild faint should have such a sentence.
After the blue repair, he only nodded. He glanced at the oriental stream cloud and saw the eastern stream cloud nod. He left without hesitation.
......
At the wine table, there was a stream of oriental clouds and vines, and the atmosphere was more suppressed than before.
"I can't give you a drunken home. If you're not good at drinking, just drink less. You shouldn't have come over."
I saw the opposite of Fujiwara's cup and then sipped down a cup, and the oriental stream finally faintly opened.
"I didn't let you send it, I know you hate me."
After Fujiwara’s wilderness, he replied, and the low-lying eyes covered the darkness in the black scorpion.
Do you still believe in fate? Flowing clouds?

Such a question, it is to let the East flow a cloud, slamming the action, watching him, thinking about it for a while -
"I don't know, I always think that the road is a person coming out, but some things are hard to say clearly. We are all a little bit, let go, can't go back, and it's good to leave a good thought for each other."
"Don't try it, how do you know if you can't go back? You don't know what I am so eager to get from Japan over there? If I say that I can't be vines, what would you do?"
When Fujiwara asked this, he also watched the eastern stream.
The oriental stream cloud listened, but there was some faint smile on his face. "I am the wife of Qi Lei now. What do you say about me?"
"But you don't love him at all!"
Fujiwara said cold voice.
"Do you know that I don't love him? At least I care about him now, and I don't have two people who want to fall in love to get married. I can live longer. I am more and more looking forward to each day."
The eastern stream is also very neat.
Fujiwara looked at her deeply, and then there was endless silence.
......
The night is getting deeper and deeper. Tonight, it is destined that some people are not calm. Of course, the mood of the oriental stream is not so good. Two dozen beer is quickly drunk, and Fujiwara has not felt addicted. Some heights of wine come up.
The two people are so silently sitting and drinking.
What is rare is that this night, there is a round of bright and bright moon in the sky. The cold and cold moonlight is sipping the cold weather, which makes people feel a sense of loneliness.
I don’t know how many cups I drank, and I finally felt a little embarrassed behind the vines.
If you are drunk, you can relieve the pain in your heart. He would rather be so drunk so that he doesn't have to wake up again.
However, the person he loves is opposite, obviously so close, as long as he can touch it, but it seems that they are separated by thousands of mountains, no matter how hard he works, can not reach her body. Next.
Fujiwara was originally a person who was so silent and not good at expression. Nowadays, he finally does not know how he can explain this, how to eliminate misunderstandings, so...
"Flowing clouds, I am wrong... countless times, I hope that the dead person is me... at least not to be so painfully tortured by you, at least this time, you should also pity the person who remembers me... How can you get back to me? What do you want... I will give you everything... everything is for you, including myself, as long as you can come back to me..."
After drinking it, Fujiwara was drunk, and the look was no longer the cold color of the past. The rest was just the stun of the frustrated, unable to control the oriental cloud, the low voice, the tone There is a clear sense of whimpering.
The Oriental Yunyun was the first to see such a vine wilderness. In the past, he was a cold and deep look. He looked like this, and she was somewhat at a loss...
Looking at him like this, the scene of the past suddenly used his heart. In the end, she was a little red-eyed, and she took a deep breath. Don’t overdo it and blink her eyes. A glass of wine, that is, I drank it in one breath -
"You are drunk, Fujiwara... your body..."
"It doesn't matter. I won't be sad if I die. I insisted a little tired, I don't know how long I can love it... How long can I hold on? I am afraid that if I don't persist, between you and me. It’s like a stranger, so it’s not better than death...