Trying his best to raise a gentle smile, he said in a low voice with a magnetic and mellow voice: "Wanqing, I will take you for a ride on a bicycle, are you happy?!"
He always remembered that she had said to him before that when he fell in love with her, the three things she wanted to do most were: ride a bicycle with her; take a walk with her hand in hand at sunset; and have a son or a daughter with her.
The last wish is hopeless in this life.
However, he can really complete the first two for her.
Throughout the day, Yang Mufan rode her bicycle and drove her through the streets and alleys of G City.
On the street, people were coming and going, and it was very lively. Yang Mufan kept a charming and handsome smile on his lips, but he felt like a lonely ghost without roots, who could only wander around aimlessly.
Yang Mufan drove her through a street full of sycamore trees. The golden afternoon sunshine was cut into pieces by the swaying leaves, and the stars cast on him and Mu Wanqing, like the tears of the sun...
With a "creak" sound, Yang Mufan suddenly applied the brakes.
With a stiff face, he turned his head little by little to look at the largest sycamore tree on the street.
Turning the car around, he rode slowly over, then braked and stopped again in front of a tree.
The white flowers were cut into pieces and the sunlight was swaying in front of his eyes, until his eyes were completely white.
In a trance, he seemed to see the sixteen-year-old Mu Wanqing, riding a bicycle and carrying Shen Mengxin through this street, with his hunched and thin body lying on the trunk of a tree crying heartbrokenly.
Yang Mufan hesitated for a moment, and the moment he came to his senses, he hugged Mu Wanqing, pressed her into the same position on the tree, and did what he wanted to do most on that day when he was twenty: lower his head and close his eyes.
Eyes, point by point, thin, dense, gentle, lingering kisses her lips, kissing away her tears.
Although, the Mu Wanqing in front of her was already "different from the past" and was so burned that she couldn't even distinguish her nose and eyes.
However, he still kissed her very passionately and affectionately.
After the kiss ended, he gasped for air, and all the hot breath he exhaled hit Mu Wanqing's face. His chest heaved violently, and his heart was beating wildly.
A rapid heartbeat is not a heartbeat, but a heartache.
Yang Mufan tried his best to suppress the pain and sadness that was spreading crazily in his heart, like a wounded little animal, letting out a weak and helpless cry. He said: "Wanqing, back then, I should have ignored everything and wanted nothing, as long as
That's enough for you. That day, I should have ignored everything and just jumped off the bicycle..."
That day, he knew that she was hiding behind the plane tree and that she was crying miserably.
He wanted to throw away the car like crazy, ran over and kissed her wildly, wanted to dry up her tears one by one like crazy...
He almost couldn't control his emotions, almost ran towards her, and almost told her: "Little Sun, don't cry."
However, he did nothing.
Just carrying Shen Mengxin and driving away...
Then I watched her cry, watch her be sad, watch her mourn, and slowly taste what it means: heart-wrenching.
**
embankment.
In the evening, the sky is getting dark, and the setting sun is like blood.
Like all lovers who came to watch the sunset, Yang Mufan held Mu Wanqing and sat on the edge of the river, letting her lean into his arms while his strong arms hugged him gently and powerfully.
Just like any man who watches the sunset with the woman he likes, he lowered his head and kissed Mu Wanqing's forehead over and over again, and then spoke the softest, warmest and most touching love words in her ear.
He said: "Mu Wanqing, it turns out that I love you more than I thought."
