She didn't respond and turned around and walked in the other direction
He yelled "girl, girl", ran up in a hurry, and stammered: "It's raining, don't... don't get wet, you'll get sick..." Then, with a blushing face, he handed her the umbrella.
She shook her head and just walked her own way. He followed her insistently, with a distance of one foot, and stretched out his hand to hold an umbrella for her.
They have known each other for five years, and this is the first time she recalled the first time they met. She is really a cold-blooded person.
Wenshu suddenly raised his head, smiled at her in surprise, and waved to her
She smiled and waved her hand at him, indicating that he didn't have to come out to pick her up.
She rarely walked into the study room where she asked for books. The decoration in the study room was simple, elegant and spotless, so out of place in the bunker.
She approached the desk. The woman in the painting had long hair and was dressed in white. She was not wearing any makeup or jewelry. She was sitting on a stone under the pear tree. She stared into the distance. The pear blossoms were in full bloom, with a few drops of spring rain, and petals on the ground.
In the lower left corner of the painting are two lines of small words: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently"
She looked at the painting very carefully
He looked at her deeply
From the first time he saw her, the way he looked at her never changed, not even for a moment.
After a long while, at nightfall, she raised her head, smiled at him, and reached out to brush away a leaf from his chest.
"Is the injury healed?"
"much better"
"Have you taken your medicine on time?"
“Eat on time”
"Doctor, when will you be healed?"
"Probably another month"
"Will it leave scars?"
"Won't"
"That's good"
In the evening, I took his arm, rested my head on his shoulder, and said, "Come for a walk with me."
This was the first time she showed such coquettishness in front of him, so close to him
Wen Shu felt that thousands of tender feelings were stirring in her chest, and there were thousands of words that she wanted to say to her, but in the end she only said "hmm"
By the side of Bibo Lake, she sat down with the book in hand and whispered: "I'll play the flute for you."
Wenshu stared at her: "I'll play a flute too."
She played the flute and he played the flute. The sound of the flute and the whistle were lingering and pathos, and the emotions flowed. The cold bunker also became warm and soft.
She heard the longing for happiness in the sound of the flute, and when he couldn't see it, there was a faint sadness in her eyes.
Perhaps, this is really the last time that she and Wenshu can take a leisurely walk together and play the flute and flute together. Since then, we have been apart. The future is full of variables and cannot be controlled. She hopes that while she is still able, Wenshu will be able to let Wenshu know more.
some good memories
She did not tell Wenshu that she was about to carry out a new mission, and the bunker would not tell him. If he knew, he would definitely stop it with all his strength.
She didn't want Wenshu to be involved, so let her end her matter.