1077. Chapter 1077 1077, An empty city reads a person 8
"I'm sorry." Huali apologized softly and reached forward to touch. She thought nothing had changed, so she thought that even if she suddenly couldn't see now, she could still find the way to go.
"It's okay, it's okay, hey, you can't see it! No wonder! Husband, you see you are the wrong person!"
"So that's it, it's because of my husband." The man responded repeatedly, but when the two of them finished talking and wanted to go find the girl just now, the girl had probably turned around and lost sight of her.
"Husband, that girl is so pitiful. She is so beautiful and so young, but she is invisible."
"Yes." The man responded, and suddenly murmured something as if nothing, "I always feel that the girl just now gave me a feeling of déjà vu. I don't know if I have seen her before."
"Husband, you are out on business, and you have met so many people. It is not impossible that you have met her before. But I think that girl is not dressed like an ordinary daughter. Could it be the daughter of one of the masters in your business?"
"I don't know, forget it, it's none of our business."
The two of them continued shopping together lovingly. When they turned a corner, a white figure suddenly came out and stood there quietly, smiling lightly as they looked at the man and woman walking away.
No matter what has changed, the Hua family, she is most grateful to this Hua Ziling who has been calling her a little sister like a follower. She is simple and has no scheming, and she is even willing to give everything she has to her sister.
My good sister, I am also very happy to see you happy. However, we are strangers to each other, and Huali and I have no chance to say to you that I wish you happiness forever.
The road ahead has become brighter, and it is still the same road, but the two people walking have become one person, and the people passing by are no longer the common people she is familiar with.
One day, a thin drizzle suddenly started to fall. Huali stood in the dilapidated small yard, outside the low wall, and at a glance she could see the weeds growing inside that were taller than the wall.
The hand holding the key was trembling as she inserted it into the keyhole over and over again. A simple action, but she did it with such difficulty.
With a click, the lock opened. Thin, white fingers touched the dusty door panel, and the creaking door was gently pushed open, revealing a depressing scene inside.
The weeds that have not withered to death stand tall, swaying slightly in the cool winter breeze. On the ground, the withered grass is dead yellow, just like this dilapidated courtyard, as dead and silent.
He is really not here.
There was thick withered grass under her feet, and she walked towards the locked house in one step and two steps. No one had been there for a long time, so that when her hand touched the door, she shook off the light dust.
.
Three years ago, he came here and left again with the news of her death.
Three years later, she came back and came here with the heart of waiting for him. But now, can she still wait for Bai Anze who knows that she is dead?
She would rather Bai Anze's decision to leave three years ago ignored her and never knew that she fell off the cliff. Now that she is back, there is a glimmer of hope.
Memories are the cruelest lover in the world, giving her the most beautiful memories and the cruelest present.
In the deep alley, drizzle was falling, and the vegetation was worse than his green shirt.
An old paper umbrella leaned gently against the door. The interior of the house was just like his neat style, but now, there was a thick layer of gray. As soon as she walked in, she coughed softly.
Damn Bai Anze, will you die if you wait a few more years for me?
Die Mocheng, if you don’t rebel, will you die?
If Mocheng doesn't rebel, Bai Anze, will you wait for me here just like I wait for you?