"Yishu ..." Qiu Yixian shook his head, his heart was slightly sour, but it was even more sweet.
"After you leave, I live in our huts, and I have not moved everything. One day, let your smell, penetrate into my skin, bones, five internal organs.
Although it is not vigorous, it goes deeper into my life bit by bit, in my life. I can't do without you, you are like air, like water, like this, this is around my breath.
Do not scatter. "
Qin Yishu said, kissing on her lips: "Wife, I love you."
"Yi Shu ..." He was kissed by him, Qiu Yixian only felt happy.
It seems that the sufferings that have suffered in the past, at this moment, can be so gentle to kiss, it is worth it to change what to change! [
However, Qin Yishu put her down, and then went to the center of the hall, a white piano.
Here is a high -end restaurant. Of course, he has a resident singer. Qin Yishu, but he will go to the singer who is playing Beethoven. Please leave with a few shiny dollars in his hand. Go to the piano and pick up the microphone.
"Today is the day when I am married to my wife--"
He uses Chinese, here, not many people can understand Chinese. However, he still chooses to express his feelings to his wife in his wife.
Many people, although I do n’t understand Chinese, but also overwhelmed him, watching him. Looking at the handsome man with yellow skin, black -headed handsome man, holding a microphone and saying affectionately:
"We have been together for eight years. I have split together. She has been grieved for me. We have lost a child. We have been intermittently for six years and missed each other.
The marriage, can have a lively and lovely child, all she gave me. I used to hurt her deeply and hurt her several times.
What should I use to express my feelings, I think, here, I just want to give her a song, this is the word I want to say to her most- "
As soon as the microphone fell, he sat in front of the piano and raised his hand-
He was wearing a black suit, with white feelings, sitting in a dangerous sitting, that looks like a prince.
Fingertips, gently jump, a song, pour out from his fingers--
And at the same time, he also slowly sang:
"Because I love your love,
Because of dreaming of your dream,
So sadness is your sadness,
Happy to your happiness.
Because passing by you,
Because of your suffering,
So happy to be happy,
Chasing your chase- "
The sound of music sounded, it was an old song- "Holding Hand". [
His hoarse tone, combined with soothing and low piano sounds, as if the quality matte glass with excellent quality, permanent and long.
It seemed that a canvas opened in front of her eyes. The scenes of their past showed all the scenes in front of her eyes!
Sad, painful, desperate.
How many times, she was dreaming at midnight. For the sake of him, it was difficult to sleep, and the tear pillow towel was wet?
How many times, she was struggling with pain, because of hatred, but refused to accept his goodness?
How many times, she held the disabled son of the heart, couldn't he kill him, but in the end, couldn't he bear the heart?