Liu Daqing's voice became more severe: "It is not only useless to dwell on the mistakes of the past, but also quite stupid! Donglin, if you continue to be stubborn, you are a fool!"
"..."
"Instead of paying for the past, it is better to firmly grasp the future and never let tragedies happen again."
He was silent for a long time and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll leave right away. I will never come to Boston again."
For three days in a row, there has been fine and dense light snow, and the dry and cold air kept pushing into my neck. After driving a short distance, the windshield was covered with mist and snowflakes. The wipers may have been tired from working, and the road signs in front of them were no longer there.
How can I see clearly?
Yan Xixi was afraid that it would be dangerous to drive in the dark, but she couldn't speed up in such terrible weather, so she had to concentrate and drive forward with all her concentration.
When we were still a few kilometers away from the small house, an oncoming car came towards us.
The headlights were very bright, so Yan Xixi had already avoided them, and when she passed by them, she didn't pay any attention.
Finally, we arrived at the small house shrouded in darkness.
She parked the car on the grass, and after taking a few steps, the cold wind blew and she almost froze, so she immediately quickened her pace and ran in.
When I turned on the light, I was slightly surprised.
But I saw that the surrounding area was actually clean.
When I reached out and touched it, the table was spotless.
Her heart moved, and she immediately ran to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was actually a lot of dry food in the refrigerator.
My heart suddenly started beating wildly.
Who is it?
Who has been here?
I've been gone for a few months, who took care of it? Could it be that Huang Xiaojue is back?
She was overjoyed and ran out immediately: "Xiaojue, Xiaojue..."
However, where is the trace of anyone in the house?
When she opened the door and went out, the grass was empty.
"Xiaojue...Xiaojue, are you there? Are you back?"
The grass is overgrown with weeds and the shrubs are withered and yellow, giving it a desolate and decaying winter look. It is very messy... From this point of view alone, it is clear that no one has been here for a long time.
She stayed where she was, stunned.
Did Huang Xiaojue leave again after coming back?
Why is this happening? Today is obviously New Year's Eve. Even if he comes back, can't he just say hello to himself and then leave? Or, he doesn't know that he is back at all?
She called him, but the phone always shut down in despair.
I sent a message and got no reply.
Deep down in his heart, he actually knew for a long time that the last time he left Harvard, Huang Xiaojue meant to say goodbye forever. Even if he narrowly escaped death, he would never get involved with her Yan Xixi again.
He had given up on her completely.
Every time, she left him first.
But this time, he said goodbye first.
In fact, she has never been able to participate in their world.
Just like today, even if she misses him so much that she goes crazy, he will not give up his purpose and rush back.
She stayed there for a long time and then returned to the living room angrily.
The fireplace was turned on, and the warmth slowly spread, but her hands and feet were cold. She picked up a can of beer from the refrigerator. Normally, she never drank, but today she suddenly wanted to drink a big glass and get drunk.
Fang rest.
The wine makes me sad, and my brows become even more depressed.
In a daze, how many times has this happened to me alone during the New Year?
Have you always celebrated the New Year alone since your mother died? No, that doesn't seem to be the case. Once upon a time, there were also people accompanying her... One New Year's Eve, at two or three in the morning, someone came back from the dust and saw her sitting
