At City A International Airport, Liang Muchi was sitting in the departure hall wearing wide sunglasses, with a silver mobile phone pressed against her ear. The smile on her lips was gentle and distant, "Shaoyan, I'm at the airport, and there are about ten people left."
I'll be boarding the plane in a few minutes. I just want to tell you that I'm leaving. I hope you take good care of yourself."
Huo Shaoyan at this end was holding his mobile phone, his face gloomy as if water was dripping from his eyes, "Airport? You have to leave!"
"Why? I thought you were just talking. Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Give me a reason, a reason that can convince me!" His bones creaked, and Su Mozheng had no doubt that the next moment, the one in his hand would
The mobile phone will be crushed into pieces.
"Shaoyan, I've told you a long time ago that I don't like to be bound or tied by the rope of marriage. You are the person who knows my temperament best since I was a child. You should know that when you say that sentence
When the time comes, what choice will I make?"
"I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to hurt myself at the same time. Marriage is not the grave of love, marriage is the grave of freedom. Love should be free, not a bondage, just like I don't like being in the same person.
Just like staying in the city for too long, once some things are determined in advance, you will soon feel bored."
"Do you hope that one day we will reach this point?" Liang Mushi's voice spoke rationally on the phone receiver, but it was like a sharp knife, cutting holes in Huo Shaoyan's heart.
That breathing sound was so long, so tactful, yet so distant and calm. Huo Shaoyan never knew that there was such a person in the world who could make him hurt all over with just a few cruel words.
He grabbed the phone, resisted the urge to smash it, and sneered, "Liang Muchi, do you know that I completed a month's work in one week just to take this week's leave and come down south to find you?
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"In the past few years, there have been so many good women coming and going around me, and none of them can compare to you, Liang Muchi, but I have chosen you alone."
"And what are you talking about? Do you know what you are talking about?" Huo Shaoyan roared into the receiver uncontrollably: "You said you would get tired of being with me for a long time. You are afraid that once you marry me, you will get tired of it soon.
!Liang Muchi, is this what you should say? Is this what you should say!?"
At the entrance of the hotel where people were coming and going, people only saw a neatly dressed man with a red face roaring into the receiver of his mobile phone. The volume was loud enough to scare passers-by who were walking a few meters away, while another woman stood there.
By his side, I wanted to persuade but didn't know where to start, so in the end I had to let him go.
"Liang Mushi, do you know that I will be tired too..." Huo Shaoyan exhaled a deep breath, the sound was as soft as the autumn wind, not strong but could chill the body temperature, "I'm still
Waiting for you here, always waiting for you, what about you? Tell me, where has your heart drifted to? "
"Isn't it true that I can no longer chase..."
"I'm sorry, Shaoyan..." After a long time, her answer came from the other end, but Huo Shaoyan smiled and hung up the phone without hesitation.
"She's leaving?" Su Mozheng finally understood something from his words, "Well," Huo Shaoyan squeezed out a word from his throat with difficulty.
"Then..." Su Mozheng looked at him hesitantly, "Are you okay?"
He didn't speak, and suddenly ran towards the underground garage with large strides. When a gust of wind hit Su Mozheng, Huo Shaoyan's concise voice came out from inside: "Get in the car!"
Su Mozheng looked at Huo Shaoyan in the black Audi in astonishment, opened her mouth and wondered: "This is..."
"Get in the car!" His voice was a bit colder, and there was a hint of bad energy buried deep under his eyes as gentle as the spring breeze.
By the time Su Mozheng got into the car as he asked and before she had fastened her seat belt, he had already stepped on the accelerator. The car was going so fast that Su Mozheng, who had not yet fastened her seat belt, fell hard to the car.
The front almost hit the windshield.
"Fasten your seat belt, hurry up!" One of his hands was still on the steering wheel, and the other hand had already quickly pulled her body, ordering in an orderly manner.
"Where are you going?" She stroked her chest fearfully, "Airport!" His expression did not change, but the speed on the dial accelerated even more.
They were driving at a high speed, close to lightning speed. Huo Shaoyan almost drove the Audi as a sports car. However, when they arrived at the airport, a plane just took off from their sight and gradually slid towards the distant sky.
When Su Mozheng got out of the car, she squatted and stood on the ground, her face almost pale, and she kept vomiting water.
Huo Shaoyan leaned on the car and took out his mobile phone. A missed text message was displayed on the screen. It was probably sent while driving earlier.
He took a deep breath, took a deep breath, abandoned the ten thousand possibilities in his mind, and pressed the fatal button.
There are only two sentences written on it: I'm sorry, Shaoyan, I'm leaving. No matter how sorry I am, only these three words can express me. When I come back next time, I will promise you, please give me a little more time.
ok?
His thumb slid across the screen and did not leave for a long time, but he slowly closed his eyes.
He remembered a lot of the past, every time she came back, and her hurried departure. From boyhood to youth, he had been silently guarding her, waiting for her every return, every time she came back.
Looking back.
She always squandered his favor unscrupulously, and he always waited silently; she always told him that this was the last time, but he had forgotten how many times she said this last time.
Why should she? And why should he?
This is just like the story of the boy who cried wolf. There may be one or two, two or three, but the number of times is so many that no one is willing to believe it.
She would not, nor was she willing to know, that he would be tired too, and he was already tired.
If their relationship is destined to be dominated by her, then is it okay for him to give up on his own initiative?
"She..." Su Mozheng finally felt better, and then turned to look at Huo Shaoyan, who had his eyes closed in pain, and wanted to ask if the plane just now belonged to his lover?
"Gone," Huo Shaoyan replied calmly.
"Then -" Su Mozheng wanted to ask again.
"Let's go too," he had already opened the car door with one hand, but quickly sent a text message with the other hand, 'Liang Muchi, I am tired of this relationship,' so when you decide to board this plane
At that time, you should understand that I will never look back." The car door closed, he silently looked at the flow of vehicles and people in front of him, and typed the last few words, "I won't ask you if you regret it, because I have no power to ask anymore.
.' The car window was half open, and the mobile phone in his hand was thrown out by him. It fell to the ground like a parabola from a high altitude, and then fell into pieces. The passers-by looked at him in surprise, but the car window had been closed.
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"Are you going back?" Huo Shaoyan looked at the astonished Su Mozheng with a smile, "What about you?" Su Mozheng asked him, obviously having difficulty reacting to the situation just now.