In the hotel on Qiandao Lake, Yin Hao sat alone in it, typing on the keyboard with his palm, but the speed was not slow. However, with the vibration of the phone, the familiar ringtone completely interrupted his thinking. It was still Wei Xinyu's song "The Love Is Not Complete" in the past. The caller ID is a familiar name, Wang Yuan.

"Xiao Yuan? I haven't contacted me for a long time. I missed me?" Yin Hao asked teasingly.

"Ah! Brother Hao, I asked, can you change the opening remarks? I clearly treat you as my brother, why do you have to be a gay?" Lin Wangyuan rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly. Then he changed his mind and suddenly said with a little complicated look, "I'm going to get married!"

There was still a familiar voice on the other end of the phone, but it seemed to be a little more calm than the past. However, compared to the sound, this news shocked Yin Hao. After all, before that, he could not hear any wind at all, and everything came so quietly.

"Really, fake? Where did you cheat the girl from? It's not the one who cooked rice, right?" Yin Hao was shocked, and then he returned to normal, saying repeatedly, "But congratulations... why didn't you tell your brother earlier? When will the wedding be held? Can I still catch up?

"At the beginning of next month, there will be plenty of time, but Brother Hao, I will marry Sister Zixin's best friend, and she will be there at that time..."

Speaking of this, the voice came to an abrupt end, but the meaning was very obvious. This wedding was not suitable for Yin Hao to attend. However, after thinking about it carefully, it was no wonder that Lin Wangyuan was. After all, Yin Hao was indeed not suitable for Liu Zixin to go there, even if he had a look at it, he couldn't do it at all.

The sudden silence made the atmosphere awkward. No matter how good it was in the past, I would inevitably feel a little distracted without contacting me for so long.

"How are you and that person? Do she know about this wedding?"

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Yin Hao asked inappropriately again. This question was like a thorn, piercing the hearts of the two of them, making their breathing painful. Even if the name of the person was not stated clearly, they knew exactly who the person they were referring to was.

After being silent for a long time again, Lin Wangyuan finally couldn't help it and spoke.

"It's not like that, you know, we have known each other for 17 years, and have been entangled together for twelve years. We obviously like each other, but we don't provoke each other!" A sad voice came along the phone signal, "This time the wedding was held without her. I don't know how to give her an invitation!"

The two did not continue chatting much. After hanging up the phone quickly, Yin Hao sent a red envelope.

Before they knew it, they all became the adults they had been most looking forward to, but unfortunately, no matter who they were, they never became the character they had longed for back then. What's even more terrifying is that in the trajectory of growing up, they gradually became the kind of people they hated the most in the past.

You can not attend weddings, but you still have to follow the money. This is the sadness of adults.

This time I received a call from Lin Wangyuan, it was five years later.

At this moment, Yin Hao is still the unknown fantasy writer. Few people know the bizarre stories he wrote. However, even so, he also focuses on it, focuses on creation, and gradually forgets the names and characters in real life.

Only that past, like yesterday, lingered in his heart for a long time.

Even if the names of those people were not mentioned deliberately, their hearts were already deep, and they could not be erased by the wind and sand of time. With Lin Wangyuan's wedding, the mysterious, intoxicated, lost, sad, and sad past finally emerged one after another.
Chapter completed!