Meng Chen's tone was a little emotional, and his eyes were shining brightly.

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

"I was still young at that time. Although the training was hard, every day was fulfilling. A group of children of similar age would climb trees to catch birds and go down the river to catch fish when they were not trained. Xiao Zi is one of the few girls, and she is very awesome."

"She has liked you for many years." Qiao Sinian said.

Meng Chen stopped making a sound, and there were bright splashes of water in his eyes.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Wine enters the sorrowful heart.

Qiao Sinian was not as persistent as Meng Chen in that time because it was not his happiest memory.

After the age of fourteen, I met Ye Jiaqi.

The little girl is the only light in his life. This light is like the rising sun. From the beginning, the white belly of fish is white to the clear sky later, it dispels all the haze in his heart bit by bit.

How could he be willing to abandon this light when he is thirty years old?

If he really abandons it, what else is left of him?

In this life, people cannot choose their parents, and the rest... can make their own choices.

No matter what you choose, as long as you don’t regret it, it’s right.

Meng Chen drank several glasses of wine in succession, his eyes turned red, and his words became more and more: "Master Qiao, when will I go back to London together? Master should miss us very much. We haven't been together for a long time."

“There will be a chance.”

"The old man scolded me, beat me, and was so angry that he had been glaring at me, but I had long regarded him as a relative. The old man is not young, and we will not have to spend too long with him. No matter what, I want to spend more time with him."

"The old man is not young anymore. Chengfan often tells me that the master does not scold or hit people, and he smiles, that's fine." Qiao Sinian said.

After Qiao Sinian said this, the tears in Meng Chen's eyes became even worse.

Like Qiao Sinian, he is not a person who is very emotional, but he can't help but feel sad at such a time.

Especially the rain outside, one after another.

Desolate, bleak.

"I'll make an appointment in the future and I'll go to London with you." Josnian looked at him.

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

Emotion will explode when it reaches a point.

Meng Chen knew that he couldn't hold on.

He poured himself a full glass of wine, raised his head and drank it in big gulp.

The strong alcohol made him cough continuously, but he ignored it and drank one sip after another.

Qiao Sinian frowned and pressed his hand that poured the wine: "Stop drinking."

"Let me drink it. After drinking today, it's dawn and I can't drink it anymore." Meng Chen smiled.

Qiao Sinian stared at him without saying much, letting go of his hand.

Meng Chen's eyes were a little confused. He poured wine into the glass, and his attitude was probably not to be drunk and return.

Qiao Sinian thought, it would be better if he was drunk.

It will be painful if you are awake every day.

Occasionally, I have to get drunk once.

While Meng Chen was drinking, Qiao Sinian stood up, took a jar of wine, and then took a black umbrella at the corner of the wall: "I'll go out."

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

Holding out the umbrella, Qiao Sinian walked towards Qin Qing's tomb.

He sprinkled wine in front of the tombstone, and the sound of rain mixed with the sound of wine, intertwining a desolate sound.
Chapter completed!