He shouted over and over again, and his own echo echoed in the empty room.
He turned his head to look for it, and his deep, narrow eyes slowly lost focus, becoming hollow and pale.
He is like a lost child, searching all over the world.
What are you looking for?
Find his heart.
His heart was lost.
Opening the door to the room, he ran out. The man was wearing black silk pajamas, and the cold wind of late autumn blew his pajamas.
The wind blows up in the middle of the night, and death comes.
His steps were fast and chaotic, without the calmness of the past. He ran all the way, and the blood along the way was like blooming poppies, deadly and coquettish.
Wreaths!
He wants to find his Yingluo.
At this time, a familiar and pleasant voice came to my ears, "Sijue."
Lu Sijue paused in his steps and quickly turned around. A slender figure walked out of the darkness, Liu Yingluo.
Liu Yingluo was thirsty at night, but she got up to pour some water. Soon she heard Lu Sijue's voice.
She walked over and saw him, and...his bloodstains along the way.
"Si Jue, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yingluo walked over quickly.
Lu Sijue reached out and pulled her into his arms, his handsome face buried in her hair, "Yingluo, so you are here. I have been looking for you for a long, long time."
Lowering his head, he kissed her forehead and murmured, "Yingluo, I miss you."
He said, Yingluo, I miss you.
I really think about it.
Twenty years have passed, and I miss you this belatedly.
He hugged her tightly, holding her tighter and tighter.
"Si Jue, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Your foot is injured. Let me take a look quickly..."
Liu Yingluo's words stopped abruptly in the next second, because she felt her cheeks were moist and tears fell on her face.
he…
Liu Yingluo's pupils shrank.
Lu Sijue hugged her tightly, but his heart was still empty and there was no sense of security.
A layer of water mist condensed in the eyes, and the layer of water mist grew more and more. Finally, tears fell down one by one.
He began to cry, shaking his straight shoulders, and kept crying.
He hugged her and cried bitterly.
The road of love in this life has been bumpy and bumpy, my face has not aged, my heart has become weak. In just a few decades, I have traveled through mountains and rivers, as if I have crossed a vast ocean.
Traveling over mountains and ridges, one is surrounded by vicissitudes of life.
There are no sweet scenes in my memory. This love-hate encounter is so heavy that it hurts to recall it.
Never got it, always been waiting.
I have never been loved, yet I am still losing.
The softness in his heart that he had been paranoid about in this life was all given to her.
She was like poison, making him extremely ill.
One drop, two drops, three tears... fell on Liu Yingluo's face, making her little face wet.
Lu Sijue hurriedly wiped her, and finally wet his hands and dirty her face.
His Yingluo must be angry, right?
Lu Sijue forced out a smile, which could be described as flattering.
He smiled to please and cried with distress. At this moment, the business emperor was crying and laughing like a fool on the last train of his life.
Liu Yingluo felt flustered, so flustered that she was afraid. She had never seen Lu Sijue like this before.
She never knew that Lu Sijue, a man, could cry.
There was a very bad premonition in her heart, which made her heart drop rapidly, "Si Jue, what happened to you? I'm here, and I won't leave again."
Lu Sijue slowly calmed down, but his face was very pale, and his eyes were full of sadness and separation, "Yingluo, I'm fine, don't be afraid."
"Then let's go back to the room quickly, you are injured."
Liu Yingluo took his big hand and led him back to the room.
…
In the room, Liu Yingluo took out the medical kit to help him treat his wounds. The broken glass shards had penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood on the soles of his feet. She took sterilized tweezers and pulled out the broken pieces piece by piece.
Her heart clenched in pain. She didn't know he was injured so badly and stepped on so many pieces of glass.
"Si Jue, I'm going to call the doctor to help you deal with it again to prevent the wound from becoming infected and inflamed." Liu Yingluo stood up.
Lu Sijue grabbed her little hand and shook his head gently, "Yingluo, I'm a little tired. I'll call the doctor tomorrow. I want to hold you and sleep for a while."
Liu Yingluo looked back at him. At this moment, he was sitting quietly on the bed, with deep tiredness in his eyebrows.
Soon, she saw his temples, where... there seemed to be white hair.
Liu Yingluo froze, then slowly raised her hand to stroke his hair.
One stick, two sticks, three sticks...
He had countless gray hairs, and one night the wind and rain came, and he suddenly became old.
Liu Yingluo felt that her heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Liu Yingluo quickly shook her head, "It's okay, Si Jue, let's go to sleep."
She didn't want to tell him that she would buy some hair dye tomorrow to dye his white hair black.
At this moment, Liu Yingluo didn't know that too much time had been wasted between them tomorrow, and the time had been exhausted in twenty years of waiting. She and he had stopped tonight, and there would be no tomorrow.
The two of them lay on the bed. Lu Sijue stretched out his strong arm to hold her in his arms. Liu Yingluo rested on his arm. Listening to the strong beating from his heart, she felt a little more at ease.
.
"Si Jue, what happened to you today?" She asked softly while lying in his arms.
Lu Sijue closed his eyes, "It's okay, I just had a nightmare and dreamed that you left me."
Liu Yingluo felt a sudden pain in her heart. She reached out and hugged his waist, her eyes were red.
"Yingluo, I love you, do you know it?"
Liu Yingluo sniffed her red nose and nodded vigorously, "Yes, I know."
"But, I love you. I have loved you enough in this life. If there is an afterlife, I don't want to meet you again." He said slowly to her with a voice as low as an ancient bell.
He never believed in past and present lives, but if there really was an afterlife, he didn't want to meet her again.
Enough love, enough pain, enough waiting. If there is a next life, he doesn't want to go back in time. He hopes to meet someone and enjoy being loved to fill the regret of not being able to love in this life. He hopes that person can
Treat him gently.
Liu Yingluo grabbed his clothes and said, "Si Jue, I..."
Lu Sijue closed his eyes and interrupted her, "Zixian..."
Liu Yingluo's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he mentioned Lu Zixian to her.
Lu Sijue did not open his eyes, he just drew a soft arc, "Although I have been unwilling to admit it all these years, because he is by my side, I feel that life is not so difficult, so
, I sincerely raise Zi Xian as my son, Yingluo, I... like him very much."