"You are so beautiful, whether it is your eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips... or your hair, even the way you curl up your hands and feet to sleep, they are all so cute...
You ask me, do I dislike you, you silly girl, do you really not feel how I feel about you? It’s been almost six years, this is the first time, the first time I’ve been so reluctant to let go of a woman, even if it’s her
When I decided to let go of Xiaoqian, I had never felt such pain..."
Inside Terminal 3.
Mo Wen raised his face and listened to Jiao Yang's voice coming from the speaker above his head, and couldn't help but be moved by it.
In the speaker, Jiao Yang's voice continued.
"I never thought that there would be a day when I would fall so crazily in love with someone again...
Yes, love! You heard it right, Xiaobei, I love you...
Now, I have to leave here, Xiaobei, I will go to Terminal 1, waiting for you, waiting for you to show up, just like when we first met, waiting for you to call me ‘Honey’!”
Jiao Yang let go of the microphone in his hand, turned around, dragged his injured leg, and left the broadcast room step by step, went downstairs, and came to the passenger hall below.
In the hall, people were still coming and going.
He stood there with his crutches, like a sculpture, so outstanding and so lonely among the crowd.
People.
People go.
No one stayed for him.
Could it be that she has left?
He was still late after all!
Jiao Yang slowly turned his body and looked around.
Strange faces jumped into his sight, some were black, some were white, some were Asian...but she was not there.
His heart throbbed violently, Jiao Yang suddenly tightened his fingers, raised his head and called out her name.
"Xiao Bei!"
The passengers around him were startled by him and turned towards him in astonishment.
Jiao Yang swayed and almost fell.
"Honey!"
A palm fell on his shoulder.
Jiao Yang turned around, but before he could see the other person's appearance clearly, someone had already jumped directly into his arms. He was caught off guard and his body was thrown to the ground by the other person. His body fell heavily to the floor. Jiao Yang frowned and let out a soft breath.
"I'm sorry..." Mo Bei was only worried about hurting him and was busy trying to get up.
But his palms reached out in time and hugged her tightly, "It's okay, Xiaobei, it's okay!"
As long as she comes back, nothing matters, no struggle, her lips whisper in his ear.
"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly just now."
Jiao Yang took a breath and looked at her sideways, "Xiao Bei, I love you, very much, very much!"
Mo Bei raised his lips slightly, "If you come a few minutes later, I will get on the plane."
He didn't speak, just pressed her head down with his palm and kissed her.
She didn't struggle, she just put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
The two of them hugged each other and kissed each other on the airport floor.
All around, the flow of people continued.
Some people come, some go, some get together, some separate.
People who love each other will miss each other once or twice...and they will eventually meet each other again in the vast sea of people.
"Jiao Yang, do you still remember what I said when I first met you?"
"You said that as long as I take you home, everything you have is mine, your money, your people, your heart are all mine!" Jiao Yang hugged her and sat upright, "I still remember me
I said, 'Let's go, I'll take you home', Xiaobei, do you want to go home with me this time?"
"Will you stop halfway and drive me off?"
"I will fasten my seat belt and lock the doors and windows to prevent you from jumping out of the car."
Mo Bei laughed out loud, then stretched out his arms to hug him, "Honey, you are so kind!"
