"After what Le Yao said to me, I thought she had let it go. I didn't expect it to be like that. Since then, in fact, I have always hated you for Le Yao. Berlin, do you remember, in eight years, this is the first time you have mentioned Le Yao again, these years, I even thought that you forgot Le Yao...."Fang Yuan seemed to have endless words.

“....”

Berlin was somewhat stunned ....

In the past eight years, haven't you mentioned Le Yao?

Impossible.... If Le Yao commits suicide, he is also one of the most painful people, isn't he? From many angles, Berlin, which mixes memories of the past and future, and Le Yao are an alternative couple... Except that they are not married, they have experienced everything between husband and wife.

Let alone... In some ways, that's what he did.

Berlin was only hiding the sorrow in his heart, unwilling to wave it. He didn't want grief to haunt the future he had decided to change.

For Le Yao, it is the hope of first love.

Guilt after marriage.

The accumulation of countless complex emotions over the years...

But Fang Yuan wouldn't lie to himself, and there was no need. Besides, that's his own memory, and he must be telling the truth. So why? Why didn't she mention it?

Subconsciously, Berlin almost handed over this problem to Fang Yuan.

Ironically, however, the question is clearly for himself. It's just that I can't give an answer... I can't even understand myself ....

"I won't forget."

Under Fang Yuan's gaze, Berlin could not continue to choose silence, he hesitated for a moment, and said softly... He couldn't understand his thoughts after Le Yao's death eight years ago, but he understood that since it was all him, he must have the same emotions hidden deep in his heart.

The meal gradually came up.

Berlin drank a few sips of beer, saying that he hadn't eaten dinner, but Fang Yuan didn't touch the food on the table much, in this Nuoda box with only two people, from time to time there was a period of contemplation, from time to time his eyes were complicated, slowly, one bite at a time, he kept pouring wine, and occasionally ate two or two mouthfuls of food....

"I know, Le Yao's matter actually has nothing to do with you, it's just that the bad news came too suddenly...."Fang Yuan spoke again, and his original voice was the same as Berlin's, softened. He looked at the wine in the bottle and said, "I don't know why I hate you for Le Yao, I thought about it, maybe I hate you myself." Since Chen Kexin has the same similar experience as Le Yao, why do you take care of Chen Kexin, comfort her, and why don't you ignore Le Yao? ”

Fang Yuan's words pierced Berlin's heart like a sharp sword, and the sharpness made Berlin's heart suddenly twitch, as if it could tear out his layer of mist shrouded confusion...

yes, and why?

He felt a hint of bitterness...

Maybe...

At this time, he can begin to understand the two selves who have not yet experienced it, but exist in the future, make different choices, and face different emotions What is the mood of Le Yao.

As Fang Yuan said...

In the very beginning, he helped Le Yao.

He was wrong.

created a false future. broke Chen Kexin's heart and ruined Le Yao's future... Completely wrong. What he left for the end was remorse, so he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Second, he ruthlessly let go of everything and did not want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

But as it turned out, he was also wrong....

No guilt, no harm to Chen Kexin... Cola Yao passed away.

It's all wrong, so what should he do? Who can tell him?

Or is there a dilemma at the intersection of life's key decisions that are full of wrong answers?

yes, it's ridiculous to think about. A multiple-choice question with only two options, even if you start again, correct the mistake of the original choice, and choose the remaining answer, but it is still not the right answer.... The error rate is 100% and you will never get a perfect score.

"Fang Yuan, I was with Chen Kexin at that time." In the end, Berlin couldn't find an answer, he couldn't tell himself, and no one could tell him. Sighing softly, he looked at Fang Yuan, making a hint of self-quibble, and explained a little that he could feel at ease, "I'm going to take care of Le Yao, how should I face Chen Kexin?" I've struggled within... Really...."

Fang Yuan stared at Berlin.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, grabbed a bottle of beer on the ground, unscrewed it and poured it a few more times... Then he let out a long breath, as if he wanted to restrain his overindulgent wrong emotions, and his voice was low and unhurried, "Berlin, if you know the future and let you start over, will you regret it?" ”

“....”

The question is really ridiculous...

If this future is the future he goes back to for the first time, he will answer, yes.

But this is another future.

He chose it.