[69 Book Bar - www.] Jiang Henhan stepped over the snowy fence, took off his coat, patted the snow off, and opened the door. What he saw was complete darkness, and what greeted him was the cold air.
she is not here.
I don’t remember how many times I rushed home from get off work and she was gone.
In the past, she would sit in the middle of the living room, watching TV, playing on the computer, or reading a book. When she heard the knock on the door, she would raise her eyes and give him a big, blue and warm smile like the Aegean Sea. Then she would put down the things in her hands and jump around.
Came over and took his coat.
She was always happy and satisfied easily when he asked for help in Chinese that sounded a little awkward to her at first. As long as he squinted his eyes a little and smiled back at him, she seemed to be in full bloom.
Yes, she is indeed a beautiful flower. From the moment I met her in the hospital ward when she was about to die, she was an angel who descended in pure white.
This is what fairy tales are like. Angels have a soft spot for a person who will die at some point. Should he be happy or feel inferior?
Time and again, he kept a distance from her with a cold face, pretending to be indifferent. That Nordic woman, who was as silly and charming as Qing Wu, was like ivy growing on her body, and had great resilience. He had a bad temper for a while, and he almost tried every means to
Whenever something happened, he took his anger out on her, and she always laughed it off. I don't know if it was the natural differences between two people with cultural differences or that she was gritting her teeth to endure his bad temper.
Until recently.
This must be the thirty-fifth time he has refused her request for a relationship recently. She is a girl, and he knows that he is like a bastard for causing such a heavy blow to the heart of a girl who truly loves him.
But he also knew that one day she would be disheartened.
Look, didn't this day come like this? I don't know since when, she didn't care about his every move. Even though they lived in the same small villa with the bedroom door facing each other, she pushed the door open and bumped into him in the morning, and she smiled at him.
Always looks pale.
Just like the heavy snow outside the window that cannot be melted away, so sad.
Then one day, he opened the door and came home from get off work. Her quiet and elegant shadow was no longer seen on the sofa opposite the fireplace. The sofa was empty. There were no more books she had read, no more cheerful entertainment programs on the TV, and no games. The sound of fighting.
Quietly.
His heart was also quiet, like a small container filled with crushed ice, blocking the circulation of blood vessels. It was quiet, lifeless and lonely.
In fact, he should feel relieved. But why is his heart so heavy? Like a screw that has been tightened, it quickly rusts and stops functioning. It is ridiculous to say that his body relies on this foreign heart to function until now?
Opening the refrigerator, dinner was ready on the top shelf. She didn't know where she learned how to cook Chinese food. Although the cooking was not to her liking, after eating it for so many years, she actually developed feelings for it. It was a bit uncomfortable to change the taste.
No chili, plain soup noodles. This is according to the doctor's advice. She always knows his body better than him. It's cold and cold, so you need to drink hot soup appropriately. Summer is short. Eating too much chili will make you angry. What should you do at any time?
She tries not to repeat the same dishes every week. Now that she thinks about it, she actually raised him to be so tricky that she selfishly feels that she should be nice to him!
Jiang Henhan looked at the two dishes and one soup, in a daze, with no appetite. His eyes swept to the open kitchen, where she was often seen busy with her beautiful and quiet figure. Occasionally she would raise her head and smile at him.
In fact, she is a lively and innocent girl. With his selfish acquiescence, she has silently accompanied him for so many years. Foreigners are different from Chinese people. They have a deeper and more open understanding of sex, but he has never
She has seen members of the opposite sex around her, and occasionally a doctor from the hospital will come to make an appointment with her, but she always says that she has someone she likes, and then looks at him shyly.
To be honest, her habits and style are not as unrestrained and willful as those of the West. She is considerate, like a small piece of cotton wool. Maybe it is winter and you need more warmth, you will abandon her without hesitation.
But when summer comes, you will miss her again because the weather gets warmer, and by then, she will already be covered with dust and heartbroken.
At this moment, is she already heartbroken?
Jiang Henhan came back to his senses, patted his clumsy and stubborn head, and felt that he was really ridiculous. He had had a lot of time to think about this before, but now that the person was drifting away, he couldn't bear to let him go.
Do people have to be like this, being mean to themselves, repeating the cycle, being mean to themselves and wasting the beautiful time of others?
Watching the hands cross eleven o'clock, Jiang Henhan admitted that he could no longer sit still. He began to worry. He had never had such worry that was gnawing at his heart like ants anxiously.
Even before, I had never done this to Ah Wu.
He understood something in a daze, and in a flash of lightning, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and rushed out into the cold snow-covered world to find her who was nowhere to be found.
Even if he dies tomorrow, if he lingers with her until dawn today, is he failing her? Then, deliberately holding back and pretending to be decisive, keeping a distance from her, sitting there until dawn, letting her bear the sorrow alone in an unknown corner
,didn’t you live up to her?
Everything is nonsense!
He didn't care, he just wanted to see her as soon as possible, make sure she was safe, then hold her tightly and tell her that maybe, they really should give it a try.
Qing Wu said that love is like crossing the river by feeling the stones. If you don’t give it a try, how will you know the result?
, I really understand, I'm sorry for wasting so much of each other's time, forgive me for being slow, and then give me the thirty-sixth chance.
Jiang Henhan trudged in the deep snow in the neighborhood. Before she reached another neighborhood, she saw her entangled figure with another man outside the fence of a small villa.
I was instantly jealous.
He rushed over and tried to call her with a stern face, only to find that she was being forcibly grabbed by a tall middle-aged man, trying to drag her into the house. The man had strong and rough arms, and even though he was wearing a coat, his potbelly was still there.
It stands out very clearly.
"Let her go!"
Jiang Henhan realized that something was wrong. She seemed to be unsteady on her feet. He ran over and smelled the strong and pungent smell of alcohol.
He frowned, roughly understanding what was going on.
"I'm a policeman, let her go!" Jiang Henhan hurriedly took out his ID from his pocket. In fact, his body had already lost the qualification to be a policeman. It was her constant encouragement that allowed him to find a job in the neighborhood patrol team.
Suitable position.
When the man saw the ID, he let go, then quickly ran back into the house and closed the door.
He instantly fell into Jiang Henhan's arms. He lowered his head and looked at her unconscious body angrily. The more he stared at her, the more his thoughts fell into the exquisite green ocean.
He held his breath, sighed, and gently kissed her smooth and cold forehead, "Let's go home."
Unexpectedly, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him with wet eyes. She held up his handsome face and said vaguely and drunkenly, "Miss Duan is right, you are an idiot. You have to look at me if I use this trick."