There was a hint of emotion in Meng Chen's tone, and his eyes were shining brightly.

This kind of weather can easily make people fall into memories.

"We were still young at that time. Although the training was hard, every day was truly fulfilling. A group of children of the same age would climb trees to catch birds and go down to the river to catch fish when they were not training. Xiao Zi was one of the few

One of the most beautiful girls, she is very powerful."

"She has liked you for many years," Josnian said.

Meng Chen fell silent, and there was clearly sparkling water in his eyes.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Wine enters the heart of sorrow.

Josnian was not as persistent as Meng Chen about that time, because it was not his happiest memory.

After I turned fourteen, I met Ye Jiaqi.

The little girl was the only light in his life. This light was like the rising sun. From the white belly of the fish at the beginning to the clear sky later, it gradually dispelled all the haze in his heart.

How could he be willing to abandon this light in his thirties.

If he really abandoned it, what would he have left?

In this life, the ones you cannot choose are your parents, and the rest... you can make your own choices.

No matter what you choose, as long as you don't regret it, it is right.

Meng Chen drank several glasses of wine in succession, his eyes were red, and he started talking more: "Master Qiao, when will we go back to London together? Master must miss us very much. We haven't been together for a long time."

"There will be a chance."

"The old man has scolded me, beaten me, and made me blow my beard and stare in anger, but I have long regarded him as a relative. The old man is not young, and we will not be able to stay with him for too long, no matter what

So, I want to spend more time with him."

"The old man is quite old. Chengfan often told me that my master doesn't curse or hit anyone, and he smiles, which is great," Josnian said.

When Josnian said this, the tears in Meng Chen's eyes became even greater.

Like Josnian, he is not a very emotional person, but in times like this, he can't help but feel sad.

Especially the rain outside, one after another.

Desolate, desolate.

"Make an appointment in the future and I will go to London with you." Josnian looked at him.

"Okay." Meng Chen nodded, his voice choked.

Emotions will explode when pressed to a certain point.

Meng Chen knew that he couldn't hold it any longer.

He poured himself another full glass of wine, raised his head, and drank it in large gulps.

The strong alcohol made him cough, but he ignored it and continued to drink one cup after another.

Josnian frowned and pressed the hand he was pouring the wine with: "Stop drinking."

"Let me drink it. After today, I won't be able to drink anymore at dawn." Meng Chen smiled.

Josnian stared at him and let go of his hand without saying anything.

Meng Chen's eyes were a little blurry. He poured wine into the glass, and his posture was probably that he would never return until he was drunk.

Josnian thought, it would be better to be drunk.

If you were awake every day, it would be very painful.

Occasionally, I have to get drunk.

While Meng Chen was drinking, Josnian stood up, took a jar of wine, and then took the black umbrella by the corner: "I'm going out."

Meng Chen knew what he was going to do and nodded.

Opening his umbrella, Josnian walked to Qin Qing's grave.

He spilled wine in front of the tombstone, and the sound of rain mixed with the sound of wine, creating a sad sound.
Chapter completed!