Yang Zimei tore a seam in a piece of clothing and called her grandma to help her sew it up. She said it was her favorite dress and she wanted to sew it up and wear it to meet friends.
Zeng Hui was originally troubled about Rong He, but when she heard Yang Zimei say this, she put all these worries aside and brought her sewing box over.
After she walked in through the door, Rong He looked at her quietly from behind the tree.
Because I have seen photos before, and now I see Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I have been mentally prepared for it, it does not feel strange to see the real person who has grown older.
Looking at her gray hair, her face that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and her eyes that are no longer alive, Rong He feels as if she is from another world.
My heart wasn't beating as hard as I imagined.
He looked at Zeng Hui quietly, watching her walk up to Yang Zimei, pick up her clothes, sit down, and lower her head to thread.
She had mended it for him before.
At that time, when I saw her lowering her head and concentrating on threading her needle, I felt that it was the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I would never tire of it.
Therefore, like Yang Zimei, he often deliberately tears the threads of his clothes and then asks her to help mend them.
And she never tired of it.
Now, she is no longer the young and beautiful girl she was back then.
However, in his eyes, the way she lowered her head and threaded her needle was still so quiet and beautiful.
"Hui Hui——"
Ronghe couldn't help but walked out and called out softly.
Zeng Hui's hand shook, and the needle pierced her finger, and she screamed with an ouch.
Ronghe saw it and his heart ached.
It was as if the needle had pricked him in the heart.
"Does it hurt?"
He squatted in front of the stunned Zeng Hui, looked at her, and asked softly.
Zeng Hui looked at him blankly——
My heart seemed to have stopped beating, my breathing was stagnant, and my mind was blank.
He was no longer the handsome young man before, but she still recognized him at a glance.
Everything about him has been deeply engraved in her heart, and no matter how much resentment she uses, she can't cover him up.
"Hui Hui, it's me, Rong He."
Ronghe reached out and grabbed her hand that was roughened by long-term labor, and put the finger pricked by the needle into his warm mouth, just like he did when he was young.
The long-lost feeling was like an electric shock, making Zeng Hui's body stiffen slightly.
When she met Rong He's eyes, her body trembled and she hurriedly pulled her hand out of his mouth. She stood up and tried to escape in panic.
How could Ronghe be willing to let her escape?
He grabbed her hand and shouted urgently, "Hui Hui, don't go!"
Zeng Hui's body was slightly startled again, her steps were a bit messy, and she reached out to cover her face.
She never wanted to look directly at him.
I don't want him to see me either.
"Hui Hui——"
Rong He shouted hoarsely, "Stop and talk to me, okay?"
"There is nothing left to talk about between us. Ronghe, let go!"
Zeng Hui tried hard to get rid of his hand.
Rong He refused to relax no matter what!
He just held on tightly.
It took more than 40 years of searching to find her and hold her hand.
No matter what happens this time, he doesn't want to let go.
Even if she no longer has feelings for him, he still wants to talk to her more to give himself a chance to defend himself and let her untie her knot.