Love is long and not unhappy: a look at my life, so far (End)
Love is endless but not joyful: once in a lifetime, it lasts forever (End)
"Zhou Jin...you don't need to say anything..."
When he said this, his voice trembled unbelievably, and his sharp eyes became jerky.
Lan Mufei stood at the intersection in a daze, looking at the tall figure close at hand, the light in her pupils flickering uncertainly, and she was a little unsure whether this was just another dream of hers.
Sijun let go of Lan Mufei's hand, took off the sunglasses on his face, and looked at Louis Yingwidow with a pair of sapphire blue eyes, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
When Louis Yingwu saw Sijun's eyes, his whole body froze completely, and his mind felt like something was exploding.
Heart, trembling violently.
Blue pupils...
Name: Sijun...
Standing next to him was the woman he had longed for. Everything happened so fast that he couldn't believe it. This was really not a dream!
"Fei...Fei'er..." The thin lips touched each other tremblingly, and he spoke out in a trembling voice with difficulty. His heartbeat was very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
When Lan Mufei heard his hoarse voice, she suddenly smiled, and the mist that had been in her eyes gradually dissipated.
She raised her slender legs and walked towards him step by step. Her eyes fell on the house behind him. Her expression was calm and calm, but there was unconcealable excitement and joy of reunion in the light in her eyes.
Two years ago, she read about his divorce in the newspaper.
At that moment, I couldn't express my sorrow or joy.
She has learned to let go and get used to living an indifferent and peaceful life with Sijun in this misty town. She never thought that one day he would get divorced or that he could start over.
His divorce was his choice, and she respected it, but would not contact him. She vaguely felt that he should have the same mood as hers.
Seven years have passed, and they are no longer the same people they were before. They are not sure whether their heartfelt feelings for each other will still be there seven years later, or whether they will still be diluted by the secular world of time.
Not much left.
After seven years of separation, there were many, many things in between. It was not sure whether they had really let go of each other and not cared about it.
Lan Mufei looked at the house. Louis Yingzi could not take his eyes away, staring greedily at her profile. Compared to her in her twenties, Lan Mufei now has more of the elegance and tranquility of the years, and is extremely charming.
.
At this moment, Louis Yingqi suddenly felt that he was still alive. He seemed to be back when he was twenty. When he saw the girl who was moved by his heart, his palms were sweating nervously. Many words in his mind were denied, and he couldn't find a sentence that could be said to her.
To strike up a conversation.
After living for 46 years, he actually doesn’t know how to talk to women. It’s true that the longer he lives, the more he goes back.
Lan Mufei finally shifted her eyes from the house to his handsome face. There was a faint smile in her eyes and brows, which was more intoxicating than the spring breeze.
"Is it very different from the home you... imagined?" Louis Yingzi said nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his fingers were stained with white paint, and he wiped it on his pants regardless, looking slightly embarrassed, but
It does not affect his charm as a mature man.
It took him two years to build this home according to the picture she originally drew. The decoration in the house, including the paint, was all painted by him himself.
All the furniture was made according to her preferences. He drew drawings and sent them to the factory for customization; even the trees planted on the roadside were her favorite cherry blossoms and holly.
There were no morning glory seeds in the white fence and white mailbox, so he had no choice but to use mandarin duck vine instead.
I'm afraid she won't like it!
Lan Mufei pursed her thin lips, half-smiling, and her eyes fell on the white mailbox next to him. The paint had not yet dried, and half of it had not been painted yet.
"Here..." She raised her arm and pointed to the mailbox, and said in an elegant voice, "Be sure to write Feiwu's home."
Louis Ying's pupils tightened, and his gaze shifted from her face to her fingers. Especially when he saw the simple ring on her ring finger, he could no longer restrain himself.
He took a step forward, suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly, and kept tightening his arms, so tightly that there was no gap, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.
Lan Mufei was so strangled by him that she could hardly breathe, but she couldn't bear to ask him to let go.
Such a scene, the dream created by her subconscious mind for many nights, and the things she never dared to think about during the day, finally came true.
I once thought that I was going to grow old like this, but I never thought that my heart, which had been silent for seven years, could not help but stir up trouble after seeing him with my own eyes. It no longer had the craziness of love when I was young, but it was eager to be with this person.
Watch the water flow slowly and slowly with your hands.
Louis Yingqi's fingers covered the back of her head, tilting his head to rub her shoulder-length hair tenderly, "You...have been waiting for me! What if I don't come back?"
Lan Mufei looked at the blue sky, which was so clear and beautiful that it looked like a painting.
"I knew you were coming, so I waited."
If he hadn't come, she could have spent her whole life guarding Sijun and guarding their sweet memories!
Louis Yingwidow's heart tightened, and she reluctantly relaxed her arms slightly. His lips brushed across her eyes, nose, and lips like a dragonfly, and his voice was hoarse: "I still owe you a word!"
Lan Mufei raised her head, biting her pink lips subconsciously, silently gazing at his unchanged face over the years, her heart entangled with love, and her heart filled with ripples.
It turns out that love really has nothing to do with age.
"The word 'I love you' that I owe you means I will spend the rest of my life repaying you. I will try my best to live to be a hundred years old." When Louis Yingwit said this, his eyes met hers, incomparably.
Serious and affectionate.
He is 46 years old this year, and they can still stay together for 54 years. He will use the remaining 54 years to make up for the sixteen years they missed!
There was mist in Lan Mufei's eyes, but she did not express it wantonly on her face. There was always a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was soft: "The most difficult period is when I left you at the beginning, I would often burst into tears uncontrollably;
I really wish I had a very powerful anti-virus software in my body that could kill all my love for you at any time, so that when I leave you, I won’t have any heartache or heartbreak!"
"The saddest time is when you forget those things for a moment, thinking that you are still the same you, and I love you. I have reached my lips, but I exhale a ball of air, then lower my head and smile to myself."
"The happiest moment is this moment, because we went around in a big circle and found that love is just a word, 'So you are here too'"
Lan Mufei's slender arms took the initiative to hug his neck, and the unprecedented happiness in her life blossomed in her heart, full of fragrance.
If it weren't for the deep love at this moment, who would doubt the calmness that lasted for many years.
Widow Louis Ying hugged her, but he didn't feel this way.
After leaving Paris two years ago, he returned to the West but never dared to set foot in the house full of their beautiful memories, and he didn't even want to touch anyone related to her.
He found this place and spent two years building this "home". Before that, he seemed to be a rootless person. No matter where he went, he always stayed in a hotel.
In his heart, the place with her is home, and the place without her is just a cold cage everywhere.
It never occurred to me that they had lived in the same place for the past two years and had never met each other.
No!
I met him once, two weeks ago.
That time when he heard a familiar ringtone on the street, he subconsciously thought it was her. Unfortunately, he didn't catch her at the time and thought it was just his hallucination.
But these two years are not considered wasted, because he had just divorced at that time and still needed time and sedimentation.
The best thing is that when this "home" was just completed, the mistress of the "home" came back.
"Fei, I have never felt as clean as I do now. Even the air around me is clean." He was finally no count, no one's son, no one's husband, just her widower!
The smile on Lan Mufei's lips grew thicker, and she turned sideways to look at Sijun, who had already walked over and was standing, looking up at them.
"I solemnly introduce to you: Louis Jiannian, your son!"
throughout the year?
Isn't it called Sijun?
Louis Yingwu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said with excitement, "I have looked at you for the rest of my life."
For this name, Sijun already knew what it meant. He was not as excited as other children when they saw their father for the first time. He was very calm. He calmly recognized him from the crowd and kept racking his brains to get him.
Meet Mom!
As a result, he actually let himself go. I really don't know how such an idiot is worthy of his mother's memory. It is completely inconsistent with the tall and tall image of his father that he longed for.
"Jiannian... I am dad." Louis Yingwidow still remembered that he didn't like to look up and talk to people, so he deliberately knelt down, reached out to hold his arm, and brought him to him.
Sijun's arrogant little eyes seemed to say, "Nonsense, of course I know you are my dad!" He raised his head and glanced at his mother - this dad was different from what he thought. Do you want him or not?
Lan Mufei knelt down next to Louis Yingwu, reached out and touched his head, "Stop pretending to be cool, aren't you happy that daddy is home?"
Dad...is home!
Sijun's eyes met Louis Ying's nervous and expectant eyes. He had seen this face countless times on his mother's mobile phone and called him countless times; every time his mother was sad, every time someone else had a father.
, he very much hopes that this person can stay with him and his mother.
Now, he is really back, will he never leave again?
He has a father!
"Dad..." With a very small voice, he threw himself into Louis Yingwidow's arms and hugged his neck tightly.
Louis Yingwidow felt a moist and hot touch on his neck, and the tide surged in his heart, and he let out a choked "Yeah".
Lan Mufei watched the father and son recognize each other and embrace each other. There were no tears in his eyes, only smiles.
Her smile reflected in his eyes, creating the same warmth and smile that merged and entwined, driving away the coldness and sadness that had persisted in each other's lives for years. From then on, the piano and the harp sang in harmony, and everything was quiet.
He held his son with one hand and put his other hand around her shoulders, as if he was hugging his whole world.
The fragrance of flowers wafts from nowhere in the wind, fragrant and fragrant...
The ringtone of Louis Indigo's mobile phone was ringing, and it was that very old song.
Someone asked me, what’s so good about you? After all these years, I still can’t forget it.
No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it cannot compare to your smile. People who have never seen you will not understand.
…
Whether it's fate or a deliberate trick on your part.
However, all this is no longer important, I am willing to follow you to the end of the world.
…
This year, he is 46 years old... He has a wife like a flower and a son like a jade.
…
Who said: If you keep thinking about it, it may not really have an echo. No one has defeated the years, only the ashes of time are left after the clouds disperse.
If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
…
Time goes back in black and white, nine years ago at the end of December, Monday, going back, blurry, dim, tangled like film, the last picture slipped out of the camera's flash, the moment the shutter froze.
If it were that night sixteen years ago, the story would start over again——
It turns out that love is still so painful.
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Young Master: That’s it for the part about Lan Mufei and Yingwu! The next update is [Nian Yao I don’t know how old I am] Male Protagonist: All Years, Female Protagonist, Wow, it’s Male Protagonist No. 2: Jian Yao! Supporting Role: Lan Mufei,
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