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After three rounds of drinking, Pei Zhang gradually became less talkative.

This is not his temperament. In the past, he had already started to encourage his two friends to drink in different ways.

But today he didn't.

He held the pot in his arms, his words became increasingly confused, and his words sounded more and more like nonsense. He drank more and more fiercely and more urgently than anyone else.

One drink after another, eager to get drunk.

Yang Kaiji glanced at him: "Jing Gui, drink slowly."

Pei Zhang waved his hand, said vaguely "It's okay", and then continued to drink.

After a while, his head hung down, his forehead resting on the edge of the table, the wine glass slipped from his hand, rolled twice on the table, and stopped.

The wine spilled out and soaked a small area of ​​the table.

This time, he was drunk.

Got down.

Fell asleep at the wine table.

Yang Kaiji looked at him lying on the table with some confusion:

"Brother Pei, Brother Pei, no way, you'll get drunk after three drinks."

Gu Chen picked up the wine glass: "He has always been the one who values friendship the most among the three of us."

Yang Kaiji nodded in approval and asked him to say that Pei Zhang is the one who values friendship the most in the world.

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Pei Zhang fell asleep and the table was silent for a while.

Yang Kaiji glanced at Pei Zhang, who was lying on the table, breathing evenly, motionless, and drunk to death.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Chen.

"Yide, I have something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Ms. Liu...why do I always mention you in these years?"

Gu Chen put down his wine glass and frowned.

Yang Kaiji continued:

"She occasionally murmured to herself something about 'past and present lives' and said 'if you had...' but stopped mid-sentence."

"She has been hiding in her room over the years, reading and writing, and turning over your storybook over and over again. She also forced me to write a storybook, saying that the poems I wrote were useless, and said, 'Look at what others have written.'"

"What did you say later, that you made the wrong choice? Retribution? Later, as if your conscience showed up, you asked the Bai family to go to Zhuanling Temple as well, saying that they could help Yang Hui get an official career or something."

When Gu Chen heard the words Zhuanling Temple, he was shocked again.

Is it Zhuanling Temple again?

Yang Zhao's illness was cured. Could it be related to Yang Kaiji's visit to Zhuanling Temple?

Sure enough, the mysterious and mysterious look in the master's eyes that he saw in that temple was not his own illusion.

Yang Kaiji asked:

"I don't understand. Yide, tell me, why is she? Or do you know her before?"

Gu Chen took a long breath:

"Bo Yuan, what I said may be a little strange and unbelievable. But what I said is true."

Yang Kaiji nodded: "You are my friend, so of course I trust you."

"I am reborn."

Yang Kaiji frowned slightly.

It felt like someone had slapped me on the forehead.

"In my previous life, I married Liu Ruolan. She didn't love me. She loved you. When she died, she said that if there was an afterlife, she would no longer be my wife."

Yang Kaiji's face turned completely pale.

"On the day I was reborn, I realized that she was also reborn in this life. She asked her father to choose you when he was looking for a husband. Because she wanted to marry you."

In this way, Gu Chen told Yang Kaiji everything about his past and present lives.

Yang Kaiji sat there, motionless.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes were widened, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and his chest was heaving.

Thousands of words were stuck in my throat, but not a single word escaped.

He laughed three times.

The first sound is sadness.

The second sound was sour.

The third sound is bitter.

After laughing three times, he slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on the table.

The wine spilled by Pei Zhang was spreading slowly, like a pool of unresolved sadness.

"I was so sharp back then. Even if you told me the truth, I wouldn't believe it. If you had told me this back then, I would probably have said, 'Are you jealous that I could marry Miss Liu?'"

He raised his head and looked at Gu Chen.

"You only said yes back then. If Liu Ruolan chose me in this life, you would probably treat me well, right?"

Gu Chen nodded: "Yes."

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