He could only stand there, his hands tightly clenched into fists, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, completely unknown.
Those memories of the past were flowing brilliantly, and scenes flashed before his eyes. He had forgotten how he had lived through so many years.
How can he let go again?
"I met him!"
Tang Yixiu's hand paused in mid-air for a while, then suddenly put it down. He still smiled at her and handed the thing in his hand forward, "I went back to the United States a while ago and saw that this scarf suits you very well.
Bought."
Liang Yimo stood still.
Tang Yixiu stepped forward, took the scarf and tied it around her neck. He was very satisfied, "It really suits you."
Liang Yimo pulled off his scarf and threw it towards Tang Yixiu, "Tang Yixiu, I really understand what I said, don't you still understand?
"So what?" He picked up the scarf, turned to the hanger and hung it on it, brushing it gently like he would his lover, and then walked out.
He turned back and glanced at her indifferently, "As soon as he appeared, you became uneasy. Liang Yimo, when will you be able to see your own heart clearly?"
"No, no, you know I can't help it. I can't escape. He is a devil. I can only live in hell. I can't escape."
"That's because you don't want to escape at all. Liang Yimo, you are so cruel to me!"
Without saying anything, Tang Yixiu walked towards Qingqing who was concentrating on painting outside.
Qingqing looked up, and when she saw it was him, she lowered her head and started drawing again.
"Qingqing, what are you drawing?"
Tang Yixiu reached out and touched her soft hair, with a look of doting and softness on his face.
"hyacinth."
"Oh? Are you giving it to mom?"
Qingqing looked inside and just nodded.
Liang Yimo was a little flustered. After living for six years, this was the first time he called her by her first name when he was angry. She always made him angry. No matter how angry he was, he always called her Mo'er. This time she really
Panic.
"Liang Yimo, marry me!"
The sudden situation caught Liang Yimo off guard. She looked at him blankly, "Yixiu, I..."
The man took back the ring and laughed at himself, "It turns out that I really made you so unbearable. After six years of companionship, I think too highly of myself."
"Yixiu, don't push me. I'm not worthy. You know it. You deserve to meet a better woman."
After six years of dependence, this man has never left her. They are not lovers, but they are better than lovers. He always appears at the right time when she needs help the most.
Such a man is really suitable to be a lifelong partner.
"I just don't want to miss it again. Maybe for you, it's really silly to like a woman for more than 20 years. I only know that if I miss it this time, I will really miss my girl. Maybe I shouldn't do it at all."
Wait, wait until you slowly get used to me, then I will tell you that maybe I should have said it earlier. It is really too late to say it at this time, but these are meaningless to you!"
Liang Yimo's heart was in a state of confusion. It might be too late for her to adapt to this.
It turns out that he has been treating her...
If she had known, she wouldn't have asked him for help in the first place.
His voice sounded so lonely and a little sad.
"Yixiu, I..."
"Well..."
The sudden kiss caught her off guard, and she met a pair of steady eyes.
Their eyes met, and she couldn't avoid his gaze.
It contains a lot of attachment, tenderness, determination...
This Tang Yixiu suddenly became unfamiliar. He suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her.
She was pulled forward by him involuntarily, without waiting for her to resist.
In six years of life, sometimes he kissed her forehead gently, but this was the first time on his lips. Her mouth was full of unfamiliar breath. Her tongue was entangled with his, and he was so domineering that he did not allow her to retreat. Liang Yimo was attracted by him.
As she moved, her tongue suddenly moved, and Tang Yixiu suddenly stopped. When she thought he was about to let her go, an overwhelming kiss swept over her, almost destroying it.
This kiss was so decisive and a little desolate, and Liang Yimo's heart ached. It was obvious that they were kissing, and tears kept dripping from the corners of his eyes, slowly melting across his face and mingling with their lips and tongues.
It's bitter.
Finally, he let her go.
He left without looking back.
She had a hunch that maybe this was the last time she would see him.
This may be his last bit of self-esteem. The man's back was so tall that his vision gradually blurred.
Since then, Liang Yimo has never seen Tang Yixiu in love.
However, every year on Qingqing's birthday, no matter where they were, Qingqing would receive a puzzle piece from a different place, but she never saw his person. This gift was never interrupted until Qingqing became an adult.
Many years later, Liang Yimo would often think of that afternoon, that sad kiss, and the man's tall back. She had never forgotten it until she grew old.
She remembered that there was a man who spent many unforgettable years with her, but she could do nothing in return.
But these are all things for later.
"Yixiu, I'm sorry."
sorry.
I can't give you what you want.
She knew that she would never be able to give to others in this life.
"Mom, the water is full."
Qingqing, who was painting, suddenly raised her head and said to her.
Liang Yimo suddenly woke up and saw that the water in her tea cup had already overflowed. In a panic, boiling water dripped on her wrist. It hurt her and she immediately let go of the kettle. All the hot water inside poured out and splashed on her wrist.
On the feet, and on Qingqing's body beside her.
Liang Yimo quickly stepped forward and pulled Qingqing in panic to check, "Is Qingqing burned?"
She frantically checked her whole body with her hands and feet, but she was still uneasy and worried about the examiner.
Qingqing shook her head.
"Qingqing, I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry..."
As she said that, she hugged Qingqing and started crying.
From that day on, she often did this and ignored Qingqing.
Only now did she remember that she still had Qingqing, and she actually left her aside and ignored her, only focusing on herself.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Liang Yimo kept talking.
In the past, when Tang Yixiu was around, she felt very at ease and would never have problems with this kind of thing again.
"Your hands are burned."
Qingqing ran to the room. When she came back, she had burn ointment and ice cubes in her hands and applied medicine to her carefully.
Liang Yimo stood quietly on the side, watching him frown and stare at her wrist with a serious face, bandaging it carefully.
Suddenly laughed.
She stretched out her uninjured hand and touched her head, "Qingqing, as long as mom has you, she will be fine."