"Dad is gone, I only have Xiaojue. Xiaojue, you are the best person in the world..."
"Xiaojue, I love you so much..."
"In this life, I only love Huang Xiaojue..."
She would cheer like this every time she received the living expenses from Huang Xiaojue.
Every place was marked with a red marker - the marks Huang Xiaojue made countless times when he took out this notebook to read it in the lonely midnight... He could memorize every place.
Her hand holding the notebook trembled slightly, she leaned against the tree and raised her head desperately, closing her eyes tightly, refusing to let the tears fall.
Huang Xiaojue stared at her, his hands trembling slightly - even though he kept trying to hold her, he was always deeply afraid.
From the moment he received the call from his father, he has never been relaxed. He has fallen into endless anxiety and worry every day. He has made hundreds and thousands of phone calls, not to mention sent hundreds and thousands of text messages...
However, I never heard back.
He searched everywhere he could in the store, at home, and wandered endlessly after get off work every day. Even though he knew she was deliberately hiding from him, he was still eager for a miracle to happen.
However, the miracle did not happen after all: one day, two days, seven or eight days, ten days... half a month passed...the miracle still did not happen.
Until today, until this moment, until now, I hold her hand tightly... I don't even know when I reached out to grab it... It's like losing it and finding it again.
He suddenly hugged her tightly, just like when her father passed away, she ran to him, threw herself in his arms and burst into tears...
But today, she kept her eyes closed and refused to cry even though she was hugged tightly by him.
There was only the body temperature of her body, only her soft waist, only the faint fragrance of her body, and the clean hair blowing in his mouth... He hugged her tightly, and suddenly felt that so many days and nights
Frustrated and crazy, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Xixi, I love you... I will never make such a mistake again in the future, and I will protect you..."
The gentle voice is like deadly poison, blown into the ears by the wind.
Yan Xixi pushed him away hard.
Huang Xiaojue was accidentally pushed and staggered a few steps.
"Xiaoxi... I love you, and you have always loved me..."
She stood still, her eyes surprisingly cold.
He followed her gaze and saw her staring at the notebook. He suddenly raised his hand, tore the notebook into two halves, threw it on the ground and turned around to leave.
Huang Xiaojue was shocked.
It felt like someone had punched me hard.
At this time, an empty car stopped in front. Yan Xixi rushed forward like crazy, opened the door, and rushed forward.
The car drove away in a flash.
Huang Xiaojue lost all his strength. After a while, he lowered his head and picked up the notebook that was torn in half - just like a person's heart being torn in half.
It was a record of her love for him, and it was also the protection she had longed for for ten years. Now, she no longer needs it.
Because this umbrella has never worked very well.
The red light is on, the green light is on.
The taxi driver hummed a song and drove the car very fast.
Yan Xixian covered her face with her hands, tears finally pouring out from between her fingers.
That is a person's complete farewell to a period of his past.
Marriage is always about a well-matched couple. Female losers should never think about being tall, rich and handsome.
(That’s it for today. Don’t be anxious, the plot will come to fruition, right? Tomorrow is the day when you will definitely meet the foot-picking man.)
