A subtle color appeared on the woman's breathtakingly beautiful face.
Her plump and attractive upper lip was bitten, but it did not affect the overall beauty. Instead, it presented a incomplete and violent temptation.
Her beautiful and charming eyes were unfathomable, and she gently broke away from Chu He's restraint. She pulled him to sit by the bed, and her tone was as calm as ever: "I asked the old man to make braised pig's feet and braised pork for you.
. It was cooked before you came. I took a few bites and asked the old man why the taste had changed. He said it had been too long and he really couldn’t make the same taste as before——"
"Sister, no matter what flavor it is, I love to eat it." Chu He looked slightly excited.
The woman didn't seem to hear what he said, and then said: "After pouring the braised pork, I went to the next room to clean it. In the closet are the clothes you wore back then. On the desk are a lot of study materials I bought for you in the bookstore. Under the bed
A pair of sandals is your must-have tool in summer. Grandpa always tells you not to wear slippers. He said they make too much noise when walking around the house."
Chu He's face was full of nostalgia. He said affectionately: "Sister, those are my best memories."
"Those clothes. Can you still wear them?"
Chuhe was stunned.
"You can still read those study materials, can you still understand them?"
Chu He opened his mouth and was speechless.
"Those sandals -" the woman's expression was calm, with a hint of sadness deep in her eyes. "They are too small. You can't wear them anymore."
"No!" Chu He suddenly became emotional and said loudly. "Whether it's clothes or shoes, if they are smaller, we can buy larger sizes. If you don't understand the study materials, just ask someone!"
The woman looked gently at Chu He, with complex expressions written on her beautiful face, and asked softly: "Where is the heart? How can it be restored after it is broken?"
Chu He felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. His body trembled violently, and his eyes stared at the woman with extremely painful eyes. He finally calmed down.
Sixteen years of childhood sweethearts can't buy a long life together. Who can give a woman the courage to start over again?
If the glass ball is broken, it can be glued back together.
Where is the heart?
Can it be glued?
Looking at the ashen-faced Chu He, the woman's heart felt like a knife. She raised her bare hand, smoothed the black hair from his forehead, and said softly: "Hehe, I'm old. I'm really scared."
Chu He blinked hard and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making strange sounds.
"Are you hungry?" The woman stroked his cheek and whispered, "Go down and eat."
The old man's birthday was unexpectedly harmonious and happy. The expected deadlock did not appear. Watching his granddaughter picking up vegetables for Chu He from time to time, the old secretary was in a very good mood. He and the old general competed to drink the very precious daughter's red.
"Old guy, save your time and drink." The old general patted the back of the old secretary's hand and glared. "Do you really think you drink this wine all the time?"
"Haha." The old secretary touched his chin and said, "I'm happy."
He was happy. The old general was naturally discouraged.
According to the current situation, it seems that the girl of our family who has no food and salt, and seems to be aloof from the world, is completely out of luck.
Chu He took a bite of the chicken leg handed over by Liu Yue, picked up the wine glass and said to the two elderly people: "Grandpa Liu, Third Grandpa, I'd like to toast you two."
The old secretary secretly gave a thumbs up and said cheerfully: "Come and go."
The three men drank a drink with different expressions.
Liu Yue performed extremely well. Chu He cooperated even better. The old secretary saw it and was happy in his heart. After eight years of suffering, the man and woman he had always been optimistic about finally reunited and returned to the happy days of those years.
After drinking and eating, the old general and the old secretary ran to the study to play chess. Chu He was stayed by the old woman for the night. Liu Yue had dessert and went back to the room on the ground of being tired.
The night is getting darker.
The night in early autumn was quite cold. The villa fell into silence. It was very peaceful.
Chu He was lying on the bed, but he still couldn't close his eyes.
She asked if her heart was broken, how could it be healed?
She said she was really scared. Who could make her not afraid?
These are dead ends. At least in Chu He's view, they are dead ends that cannot be broken.
Boom!
Thunder suddenly exploded outside the window. Lightning illuminated the room brightly. Time seemed to return to childhood in an instant.
The thunder got louder, the wind and rain increased. Chu He, who was extremely depressed and couldn't sleep, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, opened the wine bottle, and lit a cigarette.
The thunder seemed to be unable to understand Chu He's emotions at all, each strike was louder than the last, until it drove Chu He crazy.
"call!"
Chu He exhaled heavily and rubbed his painful head vigorously.
When he was a child, he would crawl into a woman's warm bed during thunderstorms because he was afraid. When he grew up, Chuhe was afraid of thunderstorms because of his chronic illness after the war.
A sudden thunderstorm on a quiet night would cause his headaches to be a little worse than usual. Even though the number of headaches has gradually decreased in recent years, crazy thunderstorm nights would still make Chu He miserable.
After smoking several cigarettes in a row and finishing the liquor in the bottle, Chu He pushed open the door and walked to the bathroom quietly.
His room did not have a built-in bathroom, but the constant headache made him very uncomfortable. He had to drink cold water to stay awake.
After a quarter of an hour of cold water washing, the pain gradually subsided, but his handsome face was covered with a layer of water or sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for several days.
After wiping the water stains on his face, he slowly left the bathroom.
On the corridor leading to the bedroom, he had to pass the woman's room.
He walked very slowly, and when his footsteps landed at the door of the woman's room, a heart-rending thunder sounded outside. He stopped involuntarily, his expression complex and contradictory.
Turning around slightly, her eyes fell on the door that separated him from her, not moving at all.
He stood quietly like this, the expression on his face changed from heavy to warm, and then from warm to happy. All because of this room where countless beautiful memories were left. But at this moment, the door was close at hand, but he stepped on it.
If he didn't take this difficult step, he wouldn't even have the courage to raise his arm and knock on the door.
He knew that the woman was in the house. Maybe she was working, or lying in bed meditating. Or maybe - she was already asleep.
But he couldn't get in. It was like an invisible magic power dominated his body, preventing him from getting closer.
The thunder gradually extinguished, leaving only the patter of rain. Chu He's pale face finally became hesitant, and he slowly stepped back, taking heavy steps, and returned to his room.
…
The woman's body was weakly leaning against the door. The darkness in the room could not hide her extremely youthful face.
There was a faint flash of pain in her eyes, but she just struggled and stood in the door, unable to make any movement.
He didn't dare to knock on the door. She didn't dare to open the door. No matter what their reasons were, they were separated by a door like this, from the sound of thunder until it went out. He left sadly, and she leaned against the door with her back wet, as if
Breathing heavily as if exhausted.
He's gone.
Finally left.
It's like facing the most powerful enemy in life, every step of the way is frightening.
Unable to walk to the bed, the woman slowly sat down, took out a lady's cigarette, and lit it.
This was a sleepless night. Whether it was him or her.
When the first ray of sunlight shined in in the morning, Chu He opened the quilt and got up. There were voices of conversation downstairs. Maybe she was going back to Yanjing?
After washing up, Chu He strode downstairs.
Breakfast has been prepared in the restaurant, and the woman and several elderly people are waiting for him.
"Xiao Chu, come here for breakfast. Sister Liu will be going back soon." The old secretary greeted Chu He with a smile.
Chu He walked over, picked up the porridge on the table, took a few sips, and said with a smile: "Sister Liu must be very busy when she goes back this time."
The woman drinking porridge nodded slightly and said, "You are quite busy. There is a lot of work on hand waiting to be dealt with. It's not like you hiding in Bai Da to spend your days leisurely."
Seeing the two of them talking easily, the old secretary drank half a bowl of porridge in one go and almost choked.
The woman took a piece of bread, but Chu He snatched it away with a smile and said, "Sister, you used to like to dip it in ketchup."
As he spoke, he spread ketchup on the woman's bread and then carefully handed it to the woman. The woman smiled and touched his face: "Be good."
After breakfast, everyone sent Liu Yue out.
The old secretary was very reluctant to leave his granddaughter and said with concern: "Daughter, come back often to see her when you have time."
"Yeah." Liu Yue nodded lightly.
The old secretary pushed Chu He forward, but the latter was smiling, his eyes falling on the woman's charming cheek. He said softly: "Sister, be careful on the road, and contact me often when you have time."
"Okay." Liu Yue nodded and said. "You too, take more care of yourself."
"Yes. I will."
Liu Yue said goodbye to everyone and got into the military vehicle.
The group of people watched Liu Yue leave. The old secretary suddenly approached Chu He and said with deep heartache in his tone: "Boy, you are really good at pretending."
Chu He stared intently at the blurry car with only a black dot left. He quietly lit a cigarette and asked, "Isn't your acting good?"
