During the time when he lost Xia Qingge, Du Yuochen kept thinking about it. It turns out that the saddest thing in life is not not meeting him all the time, but meeting him, getting him, and then being taken away.
Xia Qingge froze his body and closed his eyes tightly. The moment he lay in his arms, he realized that the body in his arms might never open his eyes again, never cry or laugh at him again.
At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of the whole world collapsing.
He suddenly wanted to leave this place, where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do, but he had no idea. It was as if after losing Shazinger, the whole world suddenly turned upside down, but he was also so confused and ignorant about the future.
!
The commotion at the airport stopped after a while. People here all have their own directions, taking off and landing in a hurry, taking away other people's stories and leaving their own memories. I thought that he would also say goodbye to his own memories soon.
, I couldn’t describe the feeling in my heart, so I just knocked over the five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty...
The ticket in his hand was for Paris, France. The moment before he stepped into the security checkpoint, he suddenly saw the word Provence flashing on the huge screen. The ticket in his hand immediately felt wet, and it was ravaged by him in an unseemly way.
Then he rushed out of the security checkpoint.
"Miss, a ticket to Provence, the nearest flight." He said hastily. After seeing that there were still thirty minutes left on the ticket, he still felt inexplicably nervous. Provence, Provence, Provence...
..
When he arrived in Provence after several hours of falling asleep on the plane, it was already night. He was lying on the hotel bed, but he was not sleepy at all. Looking at this familiar room, he felt lost. It turned out that, originally,
Things that I tried so hard to forget are really remembered so easily, a glass of wine, a familiar scene, things that I once swore to forget and didn't want to think of came back so easily. It's not that I don't want to forget, but that I always keep it.
Since then, I have never forgotten it.
It’s like the annual rings of time, ring by ring, ring by ring, engraved in my mind, unable to be pulled out or eliminated, spreading and growing...
I fell asleep unconsciously on the sofa in the room. When the sun shone into every corner of the room, I gradually woke up in confusion. I rubbed my temples and found that I had a splitting headache. I lowered my head and saw the glowing blood rolling on the carpet.
The shiny wine glass. After a long time, he came back to his senses, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.
Stepping onto the cathedral on the top of the mountain, Du Yuochen felt as if he was in another world. The church was still the same church. Nothing had changed. It became just his heart and the people around him. There was no longer a pair of shoes beside him that he could hold.
holding hands.
He walked into the solemn church and stared at the place where she had made a wish and prayed. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face of a woman with beautiful features, her hands clasped together on her chest, her pious look was like a new life. It turned out that everything was really true.
Nothing had changed, and he could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He looked at the petite figure excitedly and murmured: "Xia Qingge." With just one sentence, his body was already in front of her before his consciousness, and he hurriedly came to her, thinking
Hold her tightly in your arms and never let her go.
A kind of joy that was lost and found filled his originally cold new house, but... it was empty. There was no trace of her in front of him, as if he couldn't believe that everything just now was just the moon in the water.
Like flowers in the mirror, he covered his heart and anxiously searched for that figure: "Xia Qingge, Xia Qingge!" He called the name over and over again without giving up, hoping that she would appear.
He also knew that maybe it was just his imagination and that he missed her too much, but he still refused to give up!
At this moment, a woman who looked like a nun came over and walked to Du Caochen's side politely: "Sir, I haven't seen you for a long time." The loneliness in Du Caochen's eyes was quickly hidden in his heart, and he also politely said
Greeting: "Hello, Maria." The nun in front of him seemed to have such a face in his memory. It turned out to be the one he had with her last time. It was she who asked them to write down their wishes.
came down.
"Are you and Madam okay? Why can't you see her?" The nun knew that he had thought of her, so she greeted her Madam in a normal way. Last time, she remembered that there was a woman beside him. Judging from their appearance, they should
It was a newlywed couple who came out for their honeymoon. They were so talented and beautiful, a perfect couple. People couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and it was hard not to remember them.
"She, she is very good." Du Yuochen was shocked, and the sting in his eyes deepened. She was very good, very good. Maybe she would be really good without him, but he was not good, not good at all, not good at all.
, as soon as her name was mentioned, his heart surged and everything turned upside down, and his pretense of pretending to be fine would completely fail.
He felt that he had never failed like this before, and he could hardly control his own heart. The Du Yuochen before was not like this, it really wasn't. What quietly made him change? What was it?
"She is very good." He said it again as if he was afraid that others would not believe it. Maybe it was not because he was afraid that others would not believe it, but because he was afraid that he himself would not believe it. He was trying his best to convince himself that she was very good, very good, and she was still alive.
, she is waiting for him at home...
But is the truth really like that? How great it would be if it were really the truth, he is willing to do whatever it takes!
"Sir, please come with me." The nun made a gesture of invitation. Du Caochen didn't understand where she wanted to take him, but he still followed the nun's steps. Then near the church, the nun signaled
He was asked to wait for a while. After a while, the nun came over with a well-preserved book in her hand and stood beside Du Yuochen.
Du Qiaochen recognized this book at a glance. It was the book in which they wrote down their wishes. It was the book closest to heaven and the book that was said to be blessed by God.
"Sir, this is your wife's request. She said last time that whether it is ten years or fifty years later, when we next meet, let me give this to you." Du Yuochen was stunned, obviously he didn't
He didn't know when she said such words, nor when she did such a secret thing. They had been together all this time, and he had no idea about it.
The nun stepped back in time, leaving Du Caochen to look through the pages with trembling fingertips. His pupils suddenly dilated, and the overwhelming pain stimulated his nerves. He looked at the words in front of him in shock. Those words, one by one, seemed like
It was not written on paper, but engraved in his heart. He could even imagine what she was feeling when she wrote this. He could even see him smiling brightly when he wrote this.
The appearance of happiness is happiness...
The first one: I hope my mother will get better soon and don’t abandon her.
The second one: I hope Shen Yake can get happiness. The third one, the third one, turned out to be, turned out to be...
Article 3: The man in front of me is the father of my child. At the end, she exaggeratedly drew two lovely hearts, naughtily leaning against each other. The blood surged up, and there was an indescribable discomfort and pain. Du
Luo Chen's heart felt like the weather was uncertain at this moment, and the overwhelming pain surged in his black eyes. A new round of pain began in his trembling heart.
His hand stroked the beautiful handwriting between the lines over and over again, gradually tightening it, and then tightening it again, until his breathing became short...
Du Liaochen trembled all over, tears stagnated in his eyes, and he staggered back. It turned out, it turned out, he was not the only one who lived forever. She also loved him, and even thought about forming a happy family with him.
And he would be her husband and the father of her children. It turned out that she really wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life...
If waiting can really bring about a miracle, he would rather wait, even for a year, or for a lifetime! But maybe, this is just a wish, but he still has this little illusion.
Time flies, the clouds are gray, and in the blink of an eye, two years have passed...
"The president is angry. I heard that Manager Yang acted improperly and seemed to have caused the company to lose millions!"
"That's right, that's right, I've heard about it too. I'm afraid he's been fired now. The president has become more cold-hearted in the past two years, as if nothing can affect him. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he gets angry he gets angry easily.
It’s so painful for people, I really don’t know what’s going on, I seem to be getting more and more confused about it.”
"No, even the gossip news is gone. I really doubt whether these paparazzi are serving the people wholeheartedly."
"I heard," a gossip girl deliberately prolonged her tone, and gossiped to the men and women gathered in a circle, "I heard that the CEO is like this because of his wife?"
"President's wife? I've never heard that the president is married. How could there be a president's wife?" The other woman obviously didn't believe what this gossip woman said. If the president was married, how could she not know about such a sensational thing? You have to know their president
But the top golden bachelor. Now someone tells her that the president is actually married. How can they believe it? Not only does she not believe it, but no one in the company will believe it!
"Believe it or not, it is true that the president is married, and..." Gossip Girl pretended to be mysterious and made a silencing gesture with her finger, then continued mysteriously: "I heard that the president
Madam's death was a suicide." Everyone was shocked by what she said. In addition, they suddenly heard a stern scolding: "Don't you have to work? Du Shi never cares for idlers."
Everyone immediately acted like birds and beasts, and dispersed in silence, lowering their heads and not daring to take a breath.
"Mr. Qiao, the president is in the office. I will take you there now." Abang still doesn't say much. In the past two years, it has been even more so. Du Yuochen rarely speaks, and most of the time he is silent, and he is even more of a person.
A man of few words.
As he spoke, he led Qiao to the elevator entrance dedicated to the president, and pressed directly to the president's office on the 30th floor. From then on, he stood behind Qiao, always like a loyal bodyguard.
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