He lowered his head and murmured softly: "Why don't you give me a little more time?! Why don't you just hold on a little longer?! Haven't you been waiting for me to love you?! You didn't wait for me to love you, you
Are you willing?!"
"Little Sun, I have many, many secrets that I want to tell you. I have many things to say, but I haven't told you yet. I haven't said sorry to you yet, and I haven't told you yet. I love you, how can you leave me?
?!"
"There is a sentence that I have always wanted to say to you. I have always wanted to tell you. Like every ignorant boy who falls in love with a girl, he stands on the street with people coming and going, his face is red, his heartbeat is racing, and he says to you loudly.
:Little Yang, I like you, I’ve fallen in love with you a long time ago.”
"Do you know?! I was twenty years old. I stood by the river burning the letters you wrote to me and the gifts you gave me. Every time I burned one, I said to myself: Mu Wanqing, I can no longer love
You, but I will always guard you, be by your side, guard you for the rest of your life, and never marry you."
"I used to think that I couldn't give you the happiness you want, so I always hypnotized myself and told myself not to care about you, not to love you, and pushed you away again and again.
However, whenever I see you with other men, I am jealous and crazy..."
The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Yang Mufan opened his eyes slightly and looked at the cold rain pouring on Mu Wanqing. Then he leaned forward, bent down to block the rain with his body, and then unbuttoned his shirt very slowly.
Then he pulled away and pushed Mu Wanqing into the warmest, softest, hottest place in her body, closest to her heart.
He hugged her tightly and hugged her hard. He thought that just like when he hugged her before, she would hesitate for a few seconds, then cautiously, shyly and timidly wrap her arms around his waist, and arch her little body.
, to welcome his embrace.
Think more about it, when I hold her, her body is still: soft, tender and warm.
But now, in addition to hardness, all that is left in my arms is coldness.
At that moment, Yang Mufan understood something deeply: he spent twelve years and finally lost his girl.
She will never come back to him, never call his name again, and will never knit scarves or gloves for him when the weather is cold, hold his hands in her palms, and keep breathing.
Got warm.
If you don't recall, you don't know. Once he opened the gate of memory, he suddenly discovered that these twelve years, which may not be long or short, were all paid by her. She tried her best to love him and follow him.
, but he never gave her even a moment of tenderness, not even a warm word, an indifferent smile, or a caring look.
The rain all over the sky fell evenly and densely from mid-air, like poisonous needles one after another, all sharp and inserted into his heart, which made his heart hurt beyond measure.
He wanted to laugh, cry, and yell, but it was as if his face was paralyzed and he couldn't make any expression. He just used more strength to hold on to the woman who was filled with a strong burning smell in his arms.
.
He was trembling faintly, sad and shrill, and howled hysterically: "Little Sun, if I don't bully you, if I don't ignore you anymore, if I don't ignore you anymore, if I love you with all my heart, if I treat you with all my heart,
Okay, will you come back to me again?! Little Sun, tell me where I should go to find you back..."
**
Nan Juefeng watched Yang Mufan holding Mu Wanqing and sitting in the heavy rain for a day and a night. He was worried and worried.
If this continues, people will die.
However, they did not dare to approach or step forward to intervene forcefully.
In the end, I had to run around anxiously in the distance.
When he and the three brothers from the Tian family were so anxious that they didn't know what to do, Yang Mufan suddenly took action.
