All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Song Boyu looked at the tombstone in front of him.

He was dressed in a black suit, especially thin in the cold wind. His lips were pale, his eyes were dull, and he kept staring at the tombstone.

I had a bunch of flowers in my hand. When I got out of the car just now, the flowers were still very beautiful. At the moment, the cold wind was blowing and I felt a lot.

Song Boyu did not expect that Cen Simiao would leave so suddenly, there was no time for preparation. He pressed his hands slightly, and the wrapping paper made a slight noise, which made his already irritable heart even more stuffy.

He bent down, put the flower in front of the tomb, then looked away and stood up again. The expression on his face was still cold. After a while, he slowly said, "When will I die?"

"Want to see you again immediately."

But you have to live through this life and be patient with death.

Song Boyu really wanted to die now.

As soon as he closed his eyes now, there would appear in his mind that night, Cen Simiao fell from the stairs in front of him.

And her fingertips touched her cloth, but she lost the touch.

My heart is particularly uncomfortable, as if pinned. At that moment, Song Boyu could clearly feel his panic, flooding him overwhelmingly, almost collapsing.

He thought he had recovered his memory, and when he saw Cen Simiao leaving, he would not be so uncomfortable. I didn't expect it to be of little use at that moment.

The only thing that was useful was to soothe his emotions when he was going crazy, and to tell himself over and over again that Cen Simiao was not dead, and after that time, he would see him again.

Song Boyu held her at the time, opened her mouth, and tried to call Cen Simiao's name, but couldn't make a sound. She had stopped breathing, closed her eyes, and knew nothing.

His eyes were red and he stared at Cen Simiao for a long time.

At the funeral, Song Poyu's back was straight, but his face had no energy, and the whole man was there, as if his soul was being pumped out.

The person next to him couldn't see it, and handed him a handkerchief: "Sorrow and cry, after all ..."

After all, it didn't take long for her wife to get married, and her wife died.

Song Boyu didn't respond, but didn't seem to hear it at all. The man shouted again, and he was anxious, and he wouldn't really be sick.

Song Boyu then moved, his eyes were empty, he didn't understand what happened. The man handed the handkerchief over, Song Poyu glanced, shook his head, turned and walked to the side.

The man frowned, feeling very strange. If he was persuaded by another person, his throat would be choked tightly even if he didn't cry.

He lowered his voice and muttered, "I'm not sad in the end."

Not long after, the man planned to leave from the funeral and left his parents, but he could not find Song Boyu and had to leave first.

But around the corner, when he was about to go out, he suddenly heard a depressed cry. The man frowned, and quickly turned to look over, and found a shadow hiding there.

Song Boyu's one meter and eight feet shrank like a child, holding his knees and crying darkly.

He just feels uncomfortable, how to spend such a long time in the future.

Two years after Cen Simiao's death, the Song parents planned to introduce Song Poyu to the audience. He's in a particularly bad shape.

It seemed as if he had lost interest in everything.

The parents of the Song family were anxious, thinking he was ill again, so he went to see a psychologist. The result came to a conclusion that Song Boyu was not ill, and his performance was just a change in his attitude to life.

The parents of the Song family are even more flustered. He is still so young and his life has just begun. How can he live like this? So I look forward to his hurry to fall in love with other girls and go out of the relationship with Cen Simiao.

But he didn't even care about it. No matter who he introduced, he had never seen it, but lived alone every day.

Song Boyu enjoyed this state very much. He reluctantly didn't think about anything, so that when he fell asleep at night, he could sleep peacefully for two hours.

The thought of Cen Simiao is not so frequent anymore.

He gradually became peaceful, but the expression in the corners of his brows was as indifferent as ever, and he did not dare to approach. Seeing the situation, the parents of the Song family calmed down a little and did not introduce the girl again.

In the past few years, Song Boyu has been painting and auctioning several works, and he has received high praise.

His focus is completely on it, and he usually doesn't go out very much. Many people came to him at this exhibition.

After a long while, a girl walked up to talk to Song Boyu: "Hello, may I ask which work you like here?"

Song Boyu glanced at her, the girl smiled, secretly clenched her palms, and gave herself confidence. Song Boyu did not speak, and walked forward.

The girl followed again, walking lightly, always thinking how to talk again.

You should chase it cheekily, and you can catch it. There were no other women around him, and his private life was particularly simple. I heard that I only knew to stay at home and paint.

The girl took a deep breath and did not leave her boldly.

In the evening, the organizer of the exhibition, the girl ’s father, invited Song Boyu to dinner, as well as many artists.

Song Boyu didn't talk much, just bowed his head to eat vegetables, and only moved a few chopsticks, his face had no expression. The organizer has been watching him, frowning a bit, his temper is too cold, and he doesn't know what his daughter thinks of him.

The organizer opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly, Song Boyu clipped the fish meat with chopsticks, his expression changed, and his eyebrows became firework, which was very serious.

The organizer simply changed his voice to ask Song Boyu: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Song Boyu shook his head, looking at the organizer's position, his eyes were serious and modest, and he asked softly, "This fish is delicious. Can you ask how it is made?"

This is the organizer's home. The cook is always used at home. The organizer froze a bit, did not understand Song Boyu, opened his mouth.

Suddenly he heard his daughter yelling at the cook, and then smiled sweetly: "A dish, what can't be asked."

The organizer frowned.

Song Boyu used the method that the chef said a few times, and he was very careful and careful, for fear of something wrong.

The girl said with a smile: "Do you like fish? Don't bother to remember, I will let the cook make one and send it to you."

He shook his head: "I don't like to eat."

The girl froze, didn't understand what he meant, and then heard it again.

"My lover likes to eat."

The girl widened her eyes and moved forward, for fear that something was wrong with her ears.

He had no ring at all, and he had never heard of marriage. It was simply impossible.

A painter who was eating was also particularly shocked. Song Boyu was usually low-key, so he did n’t reveal much about his private life, but he just knew he was married.

The girl clenched her teeth and did not ask any more. A few days later, she found a chance to visit Song Boyu with the fish prepared by the chef.

The home is very clean and almost spotless. There are a few pairs of women's high heels in the entrance shoe cabinet, and a leather bag is hanging on the clothes hook. The girl's heart sank.

She made it on the sofa, saw a couple cup on the coffee table, pursed her lips, and smiled reluctantly: "Why don't you see your lover, who is she?"

Song Boyu was a little hesitant and answered, "Are you okay?"

The girl did not respond: "Ah?"

He left the fish and stood up and said, "I still have something to do with you."

Song Boyu made fish several times without success and was particularly upset. He brought the fish to the table, took two pairs of chopsticks, and muttered in his mouth, as if complaining.

Take a bite and say: "You taste it, I know you like it, but it just doesn't work."

No one responded to him.

Song Boyu was used to it. He ate the fish all by himself, packed up the chopsticks, and washed them in the sink.

He came here for so many years, leaving the house with traces of Cen Simiao's life, as if she was still around, and he would not miss her all the time. It's better in the evening, at least I no longer feel uncomfortable.

He usually goes to see the parents of the Song family, so they do n’t know what the home is like, so they feel that Song Boyu is much better, and he no longer mentions Cen Simiao, as if he forgot.

Song Boyu lived like this for decades and finally got seriously ill. He returned home from the hospital examination and smiled happily for a long time.

Can finally leave.

After a while, Song Boyu lay in bed and stopped breathing. He returned to the simply furnished room, and rushed to the next world as soon as he opened his eyes.

But his men kept stopping him, saying nothing, and hesitating for a long time, he said, "Since you have restored your memory this time, we are afraid of problems, so we discussed it with you."

He frowned, his expression cold, "What did you do?"

"I decided to terminate the training and find another way to break through your practice. I am afraid that if you continue to stay, you will waste time without any help."

He squeezed his lips tightly, his face was somber, and finally understood what Cen Simao had said to him before leaving. She had known for a long time that this was the last world and would never see her again.

He pursed his lips: "No improvement this time?"

The panic and misjudgment of the people not only improved, but also more than the previous world. Trembling voice: "Lift ... lifted."

Song Boyu repeatedly looked at the passage of each world several times, and when the last world Cen Simiao left, her eyes were very gloomy.

After looking forward to it for so many years, he felt that he could see Cen Simiao again, but he told him that it would never be possible again.

Song Boyu went directly to the top.

When he came back a few days later, his expression improved a lot, the gloom of his eyebrows disappeared, his eyes were still smiling, and he had a fairy in his hand.

His men glanced and froze. This fairy can go to the mortal world, and it will randomly assign an identity, which will not make people around you suspicious.

His men reacted to what he was going to do, and quickly stepped up to persuade him, "If you want other ways to improve your practice, there will be no one to surpass. At this moment, it will delay you to find the woman ...

Song Boyu glanced at him: "What's the delay?"

The men knew that he was so hard-hearted that he dropped his head and said nothing. After a while, he saw that he was preparing to leave, and pursed his lips. "You have been on it in the past few days and you don't know what she is doing."

Take out a bronze mirror, which slowly reflects Cen Simiao. Eyebrows are charming, and the expression on his face is idle. Even if he is sitting well, there is always a laziness.

Song Boyu's eyes brightened, he looked at the bronze mirror, and his corner of his lips bent involuntarily. He was glad and suddenly saw a man sitting opposite her.

Song Boyu meal.

Cen Simiao's white hand lifted the coffee and put it on her lips covered with red lipstick. Her eyebrows were bent, as if listening carefully to the man speaking.

He said in a low voice: "This is also my first blind date, but I was lucky to meet a girl as beautiful as you."

He looked up and saw Song Boyu's expression. His scalp was numb, and he said, "She seems to be doing well. You should go to her again ..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Boyu started the fairy and went to find her in the world. Gloomy face, can't wait to kill.