You choose a male best friend, why are you crying after I let you go?

In the golden hall, colorful lights and holy white gauze complement each other.

On the big screen, a fairy tale love story of a couple from school uniforms to wedding dresses flashed.

This should be the dream scene of countless people.

Bang!

The sound of champagne breaking brought the originally romantic wedding march to an abrupt end.

The bride's sudden action made the MC who was about to shout "Exchange Rings" look confused.

"Yihan, do you know what day it is today? Even if we finish the ceremony, okay?"

"So many relatives and friends are still watching below."

Gu Zhe was already speaking to Song Yihan in a pleading tone.

And the groom was so humble that he just hoped that the bride could complete the wedding ceremony first.

Song Yihan shook his head, looking embarrassed: "Azhe, Mingdong has been drinking to drown his sorrows these days. I just received a call from him. He drank gastric bleeding and has been admitted to the hospital. I must go to see him!"

Gu Zhe's veins popped up on his hand holding the ring.

I have to go.

I have to go to see another man when the wedding is halfway through and the ring is not on my hand yet.

Countless times at Gu Zhe’s birthday party, graduation speech, promotion banquet, at Gu Zhe’s important life moments, in front of Gu Zhe’s friends, colleagues, and relatives, the man who can always easily call his girlfriend away with a phone call is Duan Mingdong.

This male best friend who has been buzzing around Song Yihan like a fly since college.

"Azhe, you are very mature and have your own ideas. But Mingdong needs my care. I just leave you for a while when he needs me."

"Azhe, Mingdong likes this series of movies the most, so I will watch it with him this time."

"We had a fight that day, and it should be normal for me to talk to my best friend?"

"Gu Zhe, are you done?"

"I am with Mingdong now, and I will get back to you later."

Gu Zhe thought that as long as he treated Song Yihan better, she would no longer need the company of any so-called "male best friend".

Facts have proved that he was wrong.

Song Yihan's attitude has also changed from guilt at the beginning to becoming more and more serious and justified now.

All the past fragments quickly passed through Gu Zhe's mind, and finally converged into a sentence from Song Yihan's red lips.

"I'm sorry."

Gu Zhe instinctively reached out his hand and wanted to hold Song Yihan who was about to leave.

However, Song Yihan suddenly broke free, and the ring in Gu Zhe's hand was overturned and fell on the red carpet like garbage.

The ring symbolizing eternal love has now become the clown's red nose.

From beginning to end, Song Yihan did not look back.

There was an uproar at the wedding scene.

Gu Zhe's father was furious: "A house, a car, and a gift of 880,000 yuan, but he married such a heartless and fickle woman!"

Although Song Yihan's parents were in the wrong, they could not bear to hear their daughter being scolded like this.

"Old Gu, you're exaggerating! Also, didn't your family give 280,000 yuan as a betrothal gift? When did it add 600,000 yuan?"

"Yes, my dear, explain clearly!"

Gu Jianjun's eyes widened: "I, Old Gu, personally transferred 880,000 yuan to your daughter. How could it be fake?"

Just then, a bridesmaid slapped her forehead, as if she suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, Duan Mingdong lost money in a fund investment before, and also borrowed high-interest loans. It seems that he has paid it back all at once recently!"

"Yes, he asked me to borrow money at that time..."

"How much did he owe?"

"It seems... 600,000 yuan?"

The answer is self-evident.

Gu Zhe's eyes went dark.

What a Song Yihan.

Smiling, she received 880,000 yuan from her fiancé's family, and gave 600,000 yuan of it to her male bestie to pay off the debt.

Song Yihan, you are so generous.

Gu Zhe only felt that the blood in his body was surging.

Ten thousand unbridled horses seemed to be galloping towards his brain.

There was a sudden pain in his head, and Gu Zhe's body softened and fell directly on the stage.

"Gu Zhe! Gu Zhe, are you okay?"

"Oh no, it may be a sudden cerebral hemorrhage! This is fatal, call 120!"

"Auntie! Oh, take care of Auntie! Auntie also fainted!"

The originally festive wedding scene was suddenly in a mess.

From the day they got together, Gu Zhe's life seemed to be left with only Song Yihan's solo melody.

Like a candle flame, burning itself, but only illuminating Song Yihan's way to others.

Years of overwork and the depression brought to him by Duan Mingdong have long made his body riddled with holes.

NowThe bride ran away from the marriage and the gift was cheated, which seemed to be the last straw that broke Gu Zhe's back.

Gu Zhe felt that he was about to die.

He wanted to open his eyes and say to his parents that he was an unfilial child.

Click.

"Gu Zhe, don't sleep!"

"Gu Zhe, wake up and look at me!"

"Little Zhezi!"

The almost bloody female voice, with hot tears dripping on her face, made Gu Zhe open his eyes for a moment like a flash of light.

The round and full thighs had a nearly perfect curve, and only a glaring scar destroyed the beauty of this work of art.

Gu Zhe fell asleep again before he could see the man's face clearly.

The hand with the ring also drooped weakly.

In the blurred vision, the slender figure in a white dress almost crawled and picked up another ring from the red carpet.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, trembling, put it on her hand.

"One second, even one second..."

"Gu Zhe, let me be your bride once, okay?"

......

In a daze, Gu Zhe felt that someone was feeding him water.

"Ahem!"

Gu Zhe stood up suddenly, looking at the 5L farmer's three punches in front of him in a daze.

"Fuck, is this to feed me water, or to murder me!"

A boy with a hooked nose next to him looked aggrieved: "Brother Zhe, you also know that this is a boys' dormitory, nothing else!"

The slightly dim and cramped room, the standard structure of a bed and a desk, the air is faintly mixed with the smell of instant noodles, sweat and laundry detergent.

A standard college boys' dormitory.

And in front of him, the youth version of his good brother and roommate, Zhao Si.

"What day is today?"

Gu Zhe's somewhat irritating question made Zhao Si feel very nervous, and he answered timidly:

"Brother Zhe, today is the one-year anniversary of you and Song Yihan."

"That's not what I'm asking..."

Wait, the one-year anniversary...

Zhao Si remembered that he was with Song Yihan at the end of the military training in his freshman year.

Then the one-year anniversary is the sophomore year.

Gu Zhe glanced at the calendar on the desk.

April 2014.

Gu Zhe's pupils shrank, and he rushed to the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw a young and handsome face.

Nineteen-year-old self...

He was reborn!

Gu Zhe stretched out his bony hand with some trembling, and looked at his ring finger.

The vague figure who picked up the ring kept lingering in his mind.

Some people regard me as a treasure, and some people treat me as a worn-out shoe.

If he were to live his life again, he would do it only for himself and for someone who is worthy, thousands and thousands of times!