The only constant thing in love is the fickleness. - "I've reached the limit of letting you kneel in front of her tombstone and repent. Don't challenge my patience, Chen Jinglin, I don't think my sister would want to see you!" No wait!
When he spoke, Su Mozheng already spoke coldly.
He slowly stood up from the tombstone, one movement at a time, very slowly, and nodded towards Su Mozheng, "Sister Mozheng, I will come to see Moqin next time -"
"No need!" Before he finished speaking, Su Mozheng interrupted him and glanced at him, "Chen Jinglin, I am only polite to you for Moqin's sake. If not, I would not reward you today.
You can't slap me!" She gritted her teeth, and the veins on her fists popped out, showing that her patience had reached its extreme.
He nodded to her again, turned around and left without saying a word.
The back view is a bit desolate.
"If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?" Su Mozheng said quietly from behind.
His body shook violently, and after a while, he started to leave with difficulty.
Jin Zun hid behind a pine and cypress, bending slightly to escape her pursuit. Sitting on the cold steps, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed.
And when did her words become an order that he must carry out? When did he start to take her into his heart? When, exactly, when?
The afternoon sun has ended, and the three o'clock direction is close to the setting sun.
It's neither early nor late, but it's already time.
As the shadows fell, Su Mozheng wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, looked at the name on the tombstone, and then she calmed down. "Moqin, I left with dad, and I'll see you next time."
The nurse only said that I could only go out for a few hours. Now, it has exceeded the time limit.
She sighed, pushed Su Yongkang's wheelchair, turned it in a different direction, and then slowly pushed the wheelchair forward and walked away.
Along the way, her back was extraordinarily straight. Although it was a little stiff, it was still straight and unshakable. The residual smoothness fell down her white porcelain cheeks and flowed into her gray eyes. The black pupils were lifeless, but slowly flowed out.
A firmness.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
After sending Su Yongkang to the hospital, the nurse complained a few words. He often caught colds in the autumn and had poor bone quality. He still took her for such a long time. After being nagged by the nurse, Su Mozheng let her go.
, exit the ward with confidence.
The setting sun is like blood, and people have not returned.
It’s not that I haven’t returned, it’s that I will never return.
Taking a taxi back to Suzhai, the scenery along the road passed by, and my eyes were filled with white light.
I promised not to feel pain anymore and to learn to be strong, but I always couldn't control myself.
She was lost in thought all the way, and Jin Zun also followed her. Seeing the taxi approaching Su's house, he stepped on the brakes under the shadow of a tree some distance away from her.
Watching her silently open the door and get out of the car, he seemed to feel relieved.
And at this moment, a male shout broke through the air - "Su Mozheng!" The mellow and magnetic male voice cut through the air and poured straight into her who was getting out of the car.
She was stunned and seemed to have difficulty recovering from the sound. She turned back almost stiffly, her eyes froze.
Under the tall sycamore tree, fallen leaves were scattered all over the place. Among the layers of dancing leaves, he stood there covered in dust, with a tall and thin figure, a head of energetic short black hair, and a warm smile.
Nuannuan looked at her.
Across the street, her tears had already gathered in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, and she tried hard not to shed them.
Only one street away, she smiled and smiled at that person.
Huo Shaoyan, it’s Huo Shaoyan...
Unstoppable emotion filled her heart, and her heart was beating wildly, as if she couldn't control it and was about to jump out of her chest.
The call was still around ten in the morning, but he appeared in front of her around three in the afternoon.
She thought, she thought he wouldn't come, she thought his words were just a joke, but she didn't know that at this moment, he was really like a god, descending from the sky and landing in front of her when she was in the most difficult time.
Huo Shaoyan, why do you always appear by my side when I am in the most difficult and sad times...
Thinking like this, her body was no longer controlled by her thoughts. A block away, she slammed the car door with her backhand and ran towards him.
"Huo Shaoyan——" Her voice was clear and pleasant, her black hair flew up in the wind, and with a sound of black clothes, she slammed into his chest like a lark.
He was knocked back two steps by her force. After barely stabilizing his body, he just smiled and hugged the woman in his arms, "Look at you, why are you always stumbling? Let me tell you, you are obviously twenty-four.
, why are you still acting like a child and not growing up? What a headache!" He was nagging and scolding like a grown-up parent, but his words were not harsh at all, but gentle.
"Huo Shaoyan..." She choked out and hugged the man who was hugging her tightly again. His chin rested on her shoulder. The force was a bit heavy, but she only felt warm, "Huo Shaoyan, Huo Shaoyan..." she repeated over and over again.
She kept shouting his name, as if she couldn't get enough.
The choked sound sounded more like coquettishness, like a woman's intimate approach to her lover.
"Well," he spit out a marble-like magnetic hum from his throat. Sensing her fragility, he stroked her back with his big hand and comforted: "Don't cry-"
Don't cry, just two words, but it made her tears flow down again, and they all wiped on the clothes on his chest. "Huo Shaoyan, Mo Qin is dead, Mo Qin is dead, my sister is dead...
"She said incoherently, burying her head deeper into his arms.
"Don't cry, be good!" He was still stroking her back, his eyes were as gentle as water, overflowing with a touch of sadness. The black circles under his eyes showed his lack of sleep, and the wrinkled and dusty clothes showed that
caught his haste.
"Huo Shaoyan, I'm so sad, I'm so sad, I feel so sad that I feel like I'm going to die, Huo Shaoyan..." Her arms unconsciously tightened around his waist, and her little head penetrated deeply into his chest.
In front of him, ice-cold drops of water hit his heart, and he seemed to be a little hurt.
Finally, he sighed and said: "Cry, I'm here."
His big palm stroked her silky black hair, held the back of her head, and pressed her deeper into his arms, "Cry, I'm here."
I'm here, you can cry, don't be afraid of being seen, I'm here, you can cry, don't be afraid.
"Huo Shaoyan..." She finally burst into tears, releasing all the emotions she had suppressed for a long time.
He raised his head, suppressing the sadness in his heart, and hugged her waist tightly, not letting go.
At dusk when the sun sets on the horizon and the shadows of the plane trees fall all over the ground, autumn is destined to be a sad season.