He Bing sat on the bench at the bus stop, stretched out his cold hands and slowly touched his lower abdomen, "Xiao Ye Ming, are you like your mother? You can't hold on any longer."
Before today, I was looking forward to every dawn, and after today, I was afraid of every dawn.
A world without Ye Ming would no longer have mottled colors.
He Bing gently raised the corners of his lips, then slowly raised his eyes.
In front of her eyes, a bus roared past, and she saw the tall and strong body on the street opposite.
The slender feathers like butterfly wings suddenly trembled, and the clear pupils shrank violently.
What did she see?
Is it a dream?
The person she dreams about day and night is standing across the road from her.
He Bing quickly stood up, and the cold winter wind blew the hem of her floral skirt, causing ripples.
Time slowed down, and as time flew by, her eyes and heart were filled with the reflection of that person.
If it was a dream, she would rather never wake up.
Big tears rolled down her face, and she curled her lips in her tears, crying and laughing like a fool.
...
Opposite, Ye Ming is waiting for the bus.
He was wearing a gray shirt, black trousers, and the trousers were tucked into black boots. He was still tall and strong.
However, he hadn't shaved for a long time, and his face was covered with stubble. His hawk-like brown eyes glanced at the bus. Before the bus he was waiting for came, he pursed his thin lips in deep displeasure.
At this time, a delicate and pretty figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he raised his eyes.
On the street opposite, a girl in a long skirt looked like a water lily that had just bloomed in a pond.
He Bing.
With a bang, the small package in his hand fell to the ground.
grass.
The muscles under the gray shirt were bulging, like an iron wall. He stared closely at that pretty figure.
With almost a look, he kneaded her into his own flesh and blood.
The next second, he pulled away his legs and walked towards her.
The piercing horn sounded, and the vehicles on the street were forced to stop. A driver slid down the window and said, "Hey, you don't want to die!"
Ye Ming glanced sideways and glanced at the driver.
The driver's scalp went numb, and he got into the car with his neck scrunched up. This man was not to be messed with.
"Oh my god, look, that one seems to be Chief Ye."
"Really, really Chief Ye!"
"Great, Chief Ye is back, Chief Ye is back home!"...
All the vehicles stopped, the bustling streets slowly became quiet, and everyone was looking at it.
A sharp brake sound sounded, and Zhu Chao stopped the car urgently. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Scissors, who is that in front of you?"
Scissors lay on the car window and looked, "Yes...it's the chief! It's really the chief!"
Zhu Chao's tears suddenly fell down, and he, who was always gentle, cursed, "Damn, I knew Ah Ming had a tough life!"
...
Ye Ming crossed the road calmly and stopped in front of He Bing.
He looked at her up and down first, pursed his lips in displeasure, and lost weight!
Her face as big as a palm was covered with tears. He frowned his heroic eyebrows into the character "Chuan" and said, "Stop crying. He's not dead. He's fine!"
He Bing refused to listen and still shed tears.
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