Sometimes, he looked at her casually and saw that she was leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes slightly closed.
Sleet and snow fell from the sky, soon covering the windshield with a light layer of fog. The wipers ran, but the fog soon returned.
The speed of the car is even slower.
The car was so quiet that you could even hear her pounding heartbeat - the motionless eyelashes were in sharp contrast to her violent heartbeat.
However, she breathed gently.
The sweet breath lingers on the tip of my nose, and before my eyes, it's just like before.
At that time, Huang Xiaojue suddenly had a strange expectation: I wish that this road would never have an end, and that I could go on like this endlessly, even if it lasts forever.
However, no matter how long the journey is, it will eventually come to an end.
The car stopped at the door of her home. She opened the car door and left in a hurry without saying goodbye to him. He caught up with her at the door of the home and gently held her hand, but she did not dare to look directly into his eyes.
Turning his head.
His voice was gentle but extremely firm: "Xixi, don't resign. Don't worry, I will never cause you any trouble. You just need to remember that as long as you don't love me anymore, I will never harass you."
She closed the door and leaned against the door frame before she felt that all her strength had been exhausted. That night, there was dense rain and sleet. She looked down from the window sill and saw Huang Xiaojue still standing under the fig tree downstairs.
The wind blew up his scarf, and vaguely, she seemed to still feel the residual warmth after the hug.
When her mother was dying, she said: "Xixi, go find Xiaojue. Xiaojue is a good child. He will definitely understand and consider you."
It is also my mother's greatest wish that she can marry Huang Xiaojue.
It's just, Xiaojue, it's impossible, it's impossible for us.
How can I present my past to a person who knows everything about it?
What's more, Wang Donglin bought out his first love, Wan, and Huang Mu's eyes were sharper than a knife. It would be even more difficult to pass Huang Mu's test than Tang Monk's Crossing the Flame Mountain.
Even if you love me and cherish me now, Xiaojue, everything can be covered up; however, love and marriage have a shelf life. When the novelty wears off and trivial things overcome the feelings, even if you are a lover, your appearance will slowly become ferocious.
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As soon as Huang Mu got up in the morning and walked into the living room, she shouted: "Oh my God, old man, come quickly."
The old man frowned: "What's all the fuss about?"
"Look, my son's shoes! When did my son come back?"
"Last night." The old man disagreed, "You fell asleep last night and I didn't wake you up."
"Why didn't you call me? If I didn't get up early, my son might have left again."
"Don't worry, my son is on vacation today..."
While talking, Huang Xiaojue had already opened the door to the room and walked out, smiling: "Mom, aren't you complaining that I have never been with you? I will have lunch at home today and spend a good day with you."
Huang's mother was overjoyed: "Oh my god, is this true? Son, what do you want to eat? Boiled fish? Braised duck with young ginger? Fresh pot rabbit? Stewed mutton with radish? By the way, there is also your favorite fried crispy pork.
.Hurry, old man, go buy groceries. You must cook all these special dishes today so that your son can have a good meal. Go quickly, go early to buy the freshest ones. Remember, you must be local.
