Yang Zimei torn a piece of clothes to break the line, called and let her grandma come over to help her sew, saying that this was her favorite clothes. She wanted to sew, and she went out to see friends.
Zeng Hui was still struggling with Ronghe's affairs. When he heard Yang Zimei saying this, he put all these things down and took the needle line box.
From her crossing the door, Ronghe looked at her quietly behind the tree.
Because I have seen the photos before, I have seen Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I have long been prepared for psychological preparations. I saw the real people who have become older. There is not much strange feeling.
Looking at her white hair, after a vicissitudes, no longer aura, Ronghe has a feeling of being like a next life.
The heart is not as fierce as he imagined.
He looked at Zeng Hui quietly, watched her walking to Yang Zimei, picked up his clothes, sat down, and bowed his head to piercing a needle.
In the past, she also had a sewing for him.
At that time, when I saw her bowing her head to focus on the needle, I felt that it was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Therefore, he often tears his clothes like Yang Zimei, and then asked her to help her sew.
And she is also happy.
Now, she is no longer the young and beautiful girl that day.
However, she looked down at the needle to lead the needle. In his eyes, she was still so quiet and beautiful.
"Huihui-"
Rong He couldn't help but walked out, and yelled lowly.
Zeng Hui's hand shaking, the needle pierced into his fingers, ah, yelled.
Rong He looked in his eyes, his heart hurt.
It's as if the needle stabs in his heart.
"Pain?"
He squatted in front of Zeng Hui, who looked at her, and asked softly.
Zeng Hui looked at him in front of him--
The heart seemed to stop beating, breathing stagnation, and a blank mind.
He was no longer a handsome teenager, but she still recognized him at a glance.
Everything in his heart had been carved deeply in her heart, even if he used more resentment, he couldn't cover him.
"Huihui, I am, Ronghe."
Ronghe reached out to grab her hands that became rough because of her long -term work, and contained the acupuncture fingers into a warm mouth, as if I was old.
The long -lost feeling is like an electric shock, making Zeng Hui's body slightly stiff.
For Shang Ronghe's eyes, her body shocked, and hurriedly pulled her hand out of his mouth. Huo stood up and wanted to escape.
Where would Rong He willing to let her escape?
He held her hand and screamed in a hurry, "Huihui, don't go!"
Zeng Hui's body was slightly froze, and her footsteps were messy, and she reached out to cover her face.
She has never wanted to look directly at him.
I don't want him to see himself.
"Huihui-"
Rong and dumbly shouted, "Stop, talk to me, okay?"
"There is nothing to talk about between us. Rong He, let's let go!"
Zeng Hui wanted to get rid of his hand.
Rong He refused to relax any!
He grabbed that way.
After looking for more than forty years, she could find her and grab her hand.
No matter what, he doesn't want to release it anymore.
Even if she has no feelings for him, he wants to talk to her more and give herself a chance to justify her, let her solve the knot.