G city at night, the lights are on.
Xie Zhiwu walked on the street blankly, feeling a little at a loss.
If Yangzi's death was a sharp thorn, it pierced her heart deeply, causing her to suffer heart-wrenching pain day and night. Then Bai Zhu's resentment is an invisible hand.
This hand held the tip of the spike, inserted it into her heart, and then pulled it out, again and again, repeatedly, until she became numb.
Should it be uncomfortable? But why, she only feels the bone cold
She thought that if everything could be repeated, her choice would still remain unchanged.
That was the man she had loved for many years, almost beyond her life. It was a man who wanted him to be safe and healthy by herself. How could she care about other people's feelings
Although, she is not qualified.
Thinking of Mo Jingyao, Xie Zhiwu's white misty heart suddenly seemed to light a bright lamp. At that moment, she paused slightly with her staggered footsteps, and then began to run as if going mad.
Mo Jingyao's apartment is not too far from here. He only appeared on the first day of the engagement ceremony, and did not show up for the next two days. She thought that he must be the closest to the song, but not seen by others.
The elevator in the building temporarily malfunctioned, and she walked up the fourteenth floor step by step.
It was Mo Jingyao who opened the door.
"Something?" Seeing that it was her, his good-looking brows frowned unconsciously.
When facing her, he always showed impatient expression unconsciously.
Xie Zhiwu looked at Mo Jingyao wearing gold-frame glasses in front of him, feeling a little strange for a while. This was a look she had never seen before. In her eyes, Mo Jingyao was handsome, unruly, arrogant, and indifferent, but he did not have such a gentle side in front of her.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word, her little hand seemed to be possessed by a demon, and she slowly lifted it up to reach between his eyebrows.
That was something she wanted to do for a long time, and every time he showed a slight impatient appearance, she always wanted to smooth his brows for him. Just like this, he will be able to worry-free forever.
She is willing to use this to bear the cross of a lifetime, in exchange for the chance of his lifetime worry-free.
"Mr. Mo, I..."
At this moment, Xie Zhiwu's fingers were only two or three centimeters away from Mo Jingyao's brow, but they froze in the air abruptly. She turned her head blankly, behind Mo Jingyao, the pretty woman was looking at them in a daze.
She was wearing his shirt.
Everything seems to have gone back a long, long time ago, that day, it seemed to be like this.
"Wait first." Mo Jingyao said softly to the woman, turning his face to look at Xie Zhiwu, "What's the matter?"
Xie Zhiwu smiled slightly, "Nothing."
She quietly retracted her hand, letting her nails sink deeply into the palm of her hand.
Mo Jingyao obviously didn't believe it, and asked suspiciously, "Did something happen at the engagement banquet? Jingshun and the Song are making opinions again?"
Even though she understood that in his heart, she had never been important, at this moment, Xie Zhiwu was still a little uncomfortable.
Why do you never see a little bit of my sadness
"No, no problem. They are fine." Xie Zhiwu tried to look at Mo Jingyao's head with her eyes wide open, as if only that way, tears would not flow out, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I, just you never I didn’t tell me, nothing happened, I couldn’t come to you."
After Mo Jingyao heard this, his brow furrowed into a deep Sichuan character, "Xie Zhiwu—"
"It's okay, I'm really okay." She smiled, and finally reached out and touched his eyebrows, "Don't you frown. Do you know that I have been most afraid of you frowning since I was a child. Because if you are upset, I will Feel sad."
"What the hell is going on with you?!" Mo Jingyao's voice seemed to add a touch of anger.
Xie Zhiwu put down her hands and shrugged indifferently, "No, it's okay."
After speaking, she seemed to remember something suddenly, patted her forehead, and uttered as if she realized, "Yes, I have an appointment. Then, I will leave first."
She looked at the woman, pulled the corners of her mouth, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I, really didn't mean it. Well, you continue—I, just leave."
Before Mo Jingyao spoke again, she turned and walked to the stairwell.
Hold on, hold on. Xie Zhiwu, you really can.
However, the distance of four or five meters seems to have gone through that long life. It wasn't until the door of the stairwell was pushed open that Xie Zhiwu finally softened and fell to the corner of the wall.
I will not cry, no one will have distressed tears that are worthless.
Xie Zhiwu wiped the corners of her eyes and stood up. She gritted her teeth on the fourteenth stairs and walked down one step at a time.
The pretty woman behind Mo Jingyao finally reacted at this moment. She stepped forward a little nervously and asked cautiously, "Mr. Mo, did she... have she misunderstood something?"
Mo Jingyao seemed to sigh slightly, he returned to the house and closed the door, "It's okay."
"Don't you need me to explain?"
"That's fine."
"But—" The pretty woman was obviously entangled, "It's all my fault, if it wasn't for—"
Mo Jingyao was a little impatiently trying to interrupt her, only to hear her suddenly exclaimed, "Wow, it's raining!"
He followed her gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. In the neon under the night, the rain crackled like a broken string.
She didn't bring an umbrella, right
Yan Hui was severely thrown to the ground by Xue Misheng's capture, and his wrist was broken.
Seeing Xue Yasheng condensing him aloft, an unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart. The fire was coming fiercely and burning fast, but when he thought of Xie Zhiwu's bleak figure, it quietly extinguished.
So he didn't care about what Xue Yasheng wanted, he ran out of the banquet hall in a panic, and drove the car for three laps before he found the little figure on the side of the road.
She looks very bad.
Even though there was a whole road between them, he could see that her eyes didn't have the same look they used to be.
Like a pearl covered in dust.
At that moment, unprecedented regrets poured in bit by bit, and he began to hate himself, why couldn't he stop everything from happening just now.
He deliberately, deliberately wanted Bai Zhu to embarrass her.
But now, he hates himself more than ever.
Yan Hui just watched Xie Zhiwu walking ignorantly on the street, and then suddenly ran like crazy. He followed her until she ran into the building.
He knew who she was going to find.
At that moment, it wasn't that his heart wasn't bitter, and he was almost laughing. He panted and leaned on the steering wheel. He thought, every time, his decision was wrong? Does he have to take a step at night every time
When Xie Zhiwu appeared again, Yan Hui's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Within a moment of effort, it rained heavily. He turned around, picked up the umbrella on the back seat, and quickly opened the door of the car. At that moment, his heart was like a young boy who had just begun to love him, excited and shy.
But when he stepped out of the car, he realized that beside her, at some point, there was already an umbrella for him.
So he was still a step late after all.
"Do you have any brains to run around in such a heavy rain?!"
Mo Jingyao looked at Xie Zhiwu who was showered from head to toe in front of him, and felt that at this moment, he wanted to pull her to the leg and beat her severely. The thin spring clothes had long been soaked by rain, and wrapped around her exquisite body docilely, showing her charming curves. If she walked all the way back by herself, she really didn't know what would happen.
Damn, doesn't she know she is beautiful? ! No, no, she doesn't know, she is in poor health, can't stand the rain forest? !
Mo Jingyao gritted his teeth, and finally, viciously stuffed the umbrella into Xie Zhiwu's hand.
And Xie Zhiwu, whose eyes had been confused, finally discovered his existence.
"Mo Jingyao?" Didn't he have an appointment with Mei Ren'er
"I still remember my name, it doesn't seem to be hopelessly stupid."
When Xie Zhiwu heard this, he smiled, "I was not stupid." No matter how stupid, even if one day a bloody crash and amnesia, he will always remember you.
Mo Jingyao snorted coldly, turned around and was about to go upstairs, "You wait here, I will call a car for you."
"No need." Xie Zhiwu's eyes followed him all the way back, only to realize that his shoulders were already wet, "Mo Jingyao, don't walk so fast, it's all wet!"
Mo Jingyao stopped suddenly, and Xie Zhiwu, who was chasing all the way with an umbrella behind him, ran into his back unexpectedly. He looked down at the little man with a red nose in front of him, and finally couldn't help shouting. "You are not even wetter!"
Xie Zhiwu sneered, "I'm soaked anyway..."
As he said, he moved the umbrella over his head again.
Mo Jingyao finally sighed helplessly. He stretched out his hand and pushed the umbrella back to her. He was about to lift his foot to leave, but saw her for a moment. Then he threw away the umbrella and hugged him tightly from behind.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that his body could no longer move half a point.
"Sorry, can I bother you for a while? Can you let her wait a little longer?"
With a pitiful tone, he reached out to her little hand and wanted to break her hand, and suddenly stopped.
"They say I have no conscience, they say I am bad. I also know I am bad, but bad people will be sad too. I'm so tired, I'm really tired. Mom has father, Ella has Uncle Mo, and Song has Jingshun, but I don’t have anyone. No one asks me to lean on, and no one to comfort me. Do you know why I didn’t cry since I was a child? Because someone told me that no one would cry in distress. ,It is worthless."
Mo Jingyao suddenly felt a cruel pull in his heart. He turned around and hugged her to his chest. The little man in his arms still couldn't help muttering, "I won't cry, I won't cry this time. I was like that. I thought, but why do I want to cry so much when you hug me?"
"Mo Jingyao, tell me, is it because you are loving me?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)