The few pedestrians on the road looked at the haggard woman with neurotic eyes, letting her shout, let her search, but no one answered, and some were just passers-by watching. I found the Second Ring Road from the city center, and even farther to the Third Ring Road, Fourth Ring Road, and even further to the woman looking for her lover, but only the driver's cursing and the biting cold wind. But the woman seeking love still didn't give up, still shouting that name.
Time passed mercilessly, and in the cold late night, the leaves on the ground danced with the wind. On the sidewalk, she walked step by step, searching with tears in her eyes.
"Nie Yun"
Su Jingyi snarled towards the dark surroundings with her hands in a trumpet shape: "I know you are looking at me in a corner. You bastard, you have already come back, why are you hiding?"
"At that time, I walked so simply, so decisively, leaving only pain and longing. Have you considered our feelings? It took half a year after going away, and there was no contact for half a year, and I didn’t know life or death. I finally had you a month ago. The news, but it's a dead..."
"Xiaoxue lay down for you half a year ago, and Tingting committed suicide for you half a year later... Now that you come back, you still want to hide and hide, are you so cruel? Are you fucking cold-blooded? Are you a man?"
In the middle of the night in early winter, the cold wind rolled up memories, saying goodbye to the bitter years. The voice was like a rolled up leaf with an extremely serious sadness, as he confessed to the cold night air.
"Didn’t you say that you like me? Are you willing to take me far away to a place where no one finds us and live the life we want? But now, now you dare not come out to see me. At that time, you said that you liked me. Where is the courage?"
"After half a year, I suddenly came back to cover me with a blanket, care for me, and talk to me. Do you think you can make up for the harm done to me by doing this? Will it make me like you more and love you more? Tell you I won't, I won't..."
While talking, Su Jingyi squatted on the ground and started sobbing. She couldn't help herself with tears and tremblingly said: "I'm an ordinary girl, I just want to live happily and happily. I am just like other girls. I want a simple and happy love, but you, why are you so cruel? You broke into my life and then resolutely left. You are so merciless and cruel..."
What is love again? This is an eternal topic. Some find happiness in love, some see wounds in love, some are ecstatic, some are sad and weep, some stand at the crossroads of love and cannot find their way...
"Every time I see people in pairs on the street, I am particularly envious. At the same time, I feel so heartache. I can't bear to look away when I look away. If I am afraid to look, I will think of you. I think of the days when you were there. I learned a person, walking alone on the street at night, counting his own shadow by the faint light, chanting the shadow of your name, every time you are alone, every time you count Counting again. Then I cried bitterly..."
Her voice was so sad, and her words were so disturbing. It seemed that the cold night wind was also infected by her, and he began to get angry and became trembling. The wind was strong and the cold was thicker. As a result, the dead leaves on the roadside were constantly being rolled up and flying in the dark.
But at this time, a shadow appeared under the dimly yellow street light. The shadow was drawn very long and long, and it was pulled up to Su Jingyi's front, before its extension was terminated.
Squatting on the ground, sobbing Su Jingyi saw that the faint light in front of her was suddenly covered by a black object, and when she looked closely, the black object was a figure.
"I am sorry…"
A trembling voice rang behind her, causing Su Jingyi, who was squatting, to tremble, and she seemed to understand something. Immediately got up and turned to the back. His tearful eyes widened at this moment.
He, it's him.
That handsome and familiar face is as clear as it was half a year ago...
The thick sword eyebrows lay across his eyes, and his delicate face had a few hard lines. His lips are closed, his eyes are firm, as if he finally made up his mind after a thousand disasters. But his face and expression were strangely gentle, a little sad and a little bit sorrowful.
Time flies without changing his appearance. An exquisite leather trench coat with a high collar is worn on him. The leather trench coat has a high collar and straight heels. The tailoring is seamless to his figure. The clothes are black-based, and they are inlaid with golden thin lines, arms and hands. The elbows, cuffs, chest and other positions are also inlaid with the unique black ultra-thin metal used in the construction of aircraft, which seems so spiritual and mysterious.
In the cold wind, he stood in front of him, motionless. With tears flashing in those sorrowful eyes, silently staring at the sad Yiren in front of him.
Su Jingyi stared at him silently, and the cold wind blew her hair. But she didn't make her blink, it seemed that in a blink of an eye, he would just disappear, and he would never be able to see it again.
You stare at me!
I stare at you!
Everything at this time does not exist in their eyes, the wind is not cold so bitter, and the night is not dark so terrible. As if time stopped at this moment, the earth stopped rotating, and only him and her were left in this world.
Slowly stretched out his hand and touched his face. But the hands trembled like that, tears slid down her cheeks, so clear and clear...
He looked at her with pain in his eyes, and a trembling voice in his mouth whispered: "Jingyi..."
Su Jingyi's crystal tears were like floods that burst a bank. The hand touched his cheek like that, and the trembling voice choked out: "Why...why?"
He stretched out his cold hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and hugged her tightly while shaking her cheeks; she hugged him desperately, and the miss for six months all erupted at this moment.
Tight, tight, no one let go.
In the cold and quiet night, Nie Yun and Su Jingyi hugged quietly on the sidewalk. No one spoke, and didn't want to break the tranquility of this moment, the long-lost peace of mind and happiness.
After a long time, the two people let go of each other. Su Jingyi looked at Nie Yun, her voice trembling slightly: "Why did you come back, but didn't come out to see me? Obviously we met, you still have to watch us pass by in cruelty. Have you really liked me? Really? Do you care about me?"
Listening to the sad words of reproach, Nie Yun's heart was like a knife twist, crystal tears overflowed his eyes, and he kissed her lips without hesitation. Su Jingyi did not struggle. Instead, she stretched out her hand and hugged Nie Yun again, kissing him on the quiet sidewalk.
There were tears on the faces of the two of them, and the tears slid into their mouths, with traces of salty and slight injuries. But it is more of that deep love.
Nie Yun let go of Su Jingyi's lips, touched her face, and said unbearably, "You are thinner."
Su Jingyi didn't speak, but looked at him quietly. Suddenly, a slap in the face without warning slapped Nie Yun's face.
"Snapped!"
The slap was so loud that the cold night breeze trembled twice and swept away the dead leaves on the ground.
Five fingerprints remained on Nie Yun's face, but he didn't move, didn't cover his face with his hands, let alone fight back, he looked at her apologetically.
"Slap." Another slap was slapped on Nie Yun's face, and then a few more slaps were slapped away. But upon closer inspection, Su Jingyi's eyes were so painful, and her face was already flooded with tears.
But after a dozen slaps, Su Jingyi stopped her hands, seemingly tired. Looking at Nie Yun with tears on his face, he was angry and angry, and said, "Are you a fool? Why don't you hide!"
"I can stand these few slaps." Nie Yun looked at Su Jingyi with an apologetic expression: "If this can relieve you a little bit of pain, it will ruin my face. I Nie Yun will not regret it."
"Idiot." Su Jingyi hit Nie Yun with a punch in the chest: "You disfigured, who..."
Before the latter words were spoken, Su Jingyi saw Nie Yun clenching his brows and holding her chest with her hands. Anxiously asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Nie Yun shed cold sweat on his forehead, but he still smiled and said, "No...nothing."
Su Jingyi didn't say anything, regardless of Nie Yun's obstruction, she pulled away Nie Yun's hand covering her chest, and then opened his clothes to take a look. A large swath of blood stained his shirt inside. Immediately looked at Nie Yun in dismay, "Why... why so much blood? I... my punch..."
Seeing that Su Jingyi was about to cry, Nie Yun quickly explained: "Jingyi, it's none of your business, this blood is there."
"Originally?" Su Jingyi looked puzzled.
Nie Yun’s chest wound was a dagger wound he had left when he was competing with Su Wei a month ago. Because the wound was so deep, it couldn’t heal at all in a month. The punch that Su Jingyi hit him just now happened to hit the wound, and blood poured out for a while.
The streets in the middle of the night were so deserted that it took almost half an hour for a car to pass. On this cold windy night, Su Jingyi and Nie Yun came to the bus station pavilion. There were seats waiting for the car. Su Jingyi hugged Nie Yun's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, happy like a girl in love.
The cold night breeze brushed his cheeks, and it felt so thorough. Nie Yun glanced at Su Jingyi who was leaning on his shoulder, and did not hesitate to take off her leather trench coat and put it on her.
Su Jingyi didn't say anything, just glanced at Nie Yun, leaning on his shoulder again wearing a leather trench coat with his breath, and whispered softly, "How have you been outside for the past six months?" "
"Yeah." Nie Yun, who was wearing a thin shirt, felt a little cold, but still had a warm smile on his face. He pressed against Su Jingyi's head and said softly: "How are you doing?"
A bitter smile filled Su Jingyi's face, closed her eyes, and leaned on his shoulder with peace of mind: "Now I don't want to talk, just lean on you like this, okay?"
Nie Yun didn't speak, but he held Su Jingyi's hand tighter.