"Two years ago, did you receive the letter I sent you?"
"received!!"
Seeing that he raised the volume, Yun Jing raised the decibel unconsciously.
The anger in her heart was even worse. She yelled at him with red eyes, "Received!! It is because I received it, so I am more sure that your feelings for me are not love!!! That's just for fun!!!"
"G??"
Jing Xiangyang frowned and stared at her puzzledly, "Yun Xiaosan, do you know what you are talking about?!!!"
"Is that short letter full of your love for me?"
Yun Jing retorted him ironically.
"Yes!"
Jing Xiangyang insisted.
Yun Jing chuckled softly, her smile full of coldness, "Love? That word, which word? Jing Xiangyang, is there a problem with my comprehension? It is your "good journey" that is full of love for me. Intention and concern? Or your phrase "don't read", which reveals the affection and comfort to me? If it is, I can only say that the love you gave me is too deep, I can't read it!!! Jing Xiangyang, I I can't understand every word..."
"Good voyage?? Don't read??"
Jing Xiangyang was astonished at the content of the letter in her mouth.
Finally, Jing Xiangyang realized that there seemed to be a problem with a crucial node, "Yun Xiaosan, what is the content of the letter you received??"
"Have you forgotten even the letters you wrote yourself?"
Yun Jing struggled out of his confinement, walked to the table, opened the drawer, and took out a white letter paper from the inside.
This is the letter that I have sealed for a long time.
Before, Yun Jing landed in the United States and didn't take it.
I returned to the United States to study a few days ago, and saw this letter again, but somehow, on a whim, I put the letter in my bag and brought it back.
Yun Jing handed the letter to him, "Since you have forgotten, you can take a good look!"
Jing Xiangyang suspiciously accepted the letter in Yun Jing's hand.
Just looking at the blank paper in his hand, Jing Xiangyang was already very sure, this was not the long letter he wrote to Yun Jing at all.
He was using special letter paper instead of such a printing paper.
Jing Xiangyang spread out the white paper incomprehensibly, and stopped at the handwriting on it.
At first glance, this letter looks like my own notes.
But after a closer look, I discovered that this is simply an imitation of his handwriting!
And the content of the letter, from his initial long period of affectionateness, has been changed to two simple sentences...-a good journey, don't read it! !
Cold and without any emotion.
Pen: Jing Xiangyang! !
The letter was crumpled into a crumpled ball of paper in Jing Xiangyang's big hand.
His stern face was as cold as a layer of frost at the moment, it was extremely cold.
The sharp contour lines are as deep as a knife.
In the dark eyes, there were complicated emotions shining, and he kept secret, staring at Yun Jing.
Yun Jing's expression was completely unclear and unclear.
Jing Xiangyang took a breath, his chest fluctuated violently, squeezing the letter paper's hand, tightening his force.
Asked Yun Jing, "Where did you get the letter back then?"
His voice is low and hoarse.
Without the hostility just now, what replaced it was a kind of coolness that made Yun Jing's heart soft.
"The letter is taken in the mailbox. Each of us has a mailbox of our own. The keys are kept by ourselves."
Yun Jing closed his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously, "Is there a problem with the letter?"
Jing Xiangyang glanced at her deeply, and then at the letter in his hand.
In my heart, the five flavors are mixed, and there are all kinds of flavors...
Sorrow, and bitterness, thicker!
The choking in his throat made him feel a little difficult even to speak.
"Jing Xiangyang?"
Yun Jing looked at his scarlet eyes and whispered to him worriedly.
Jing Xiangyang took a deep breath, his chest was stuffy and the pain was tight.
Suddenly, he probed his arm, and took her in front of him into his arms.
The ape's arms circled her tightly, and her chin rested on the top of her head, really feeling her existence.
"Yun Xiaosan..."
His voice is very hoarse.
The throat is like being cut with a knife, and it makes people feel nervous.
The big hand gently stroked her soft hair again and again.
"You said what have we missed in the past two years..."
He didn't ask her, but a sigh from the heart.
That kind of obscurity made Yun Jing's eyes wet when she listened.
She struggled lightly in his arms, "Is there a problem with the letter I received?"
Jing Xiangyang's deep gaze settled on her delicate face.
Two years later, she is still so young, beautiful, and innocent.
Those smart water eyes, just like when they were young, make people feel excited just by looking at them.
And he
After a year of standing, he was disabled and sick.
The beautiful she shouldn't have fallen into this painful abyss with him.
Two years ago, a misunderstanding caused her to avoid this painful abyss. Two years later, seeing that she was about to step into the happiness gate, why bother to come and pull her down together? Where does this bitterness come
"Is there something wrong with the letter I received?"
Yun Jing hurriedly asked again.
Looking up at him, there is a kind of expectation written in his eyes...
Jing Xiangyang suffered a pain in his chest, as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.
He almost blurted out the word'yes'.
finally…
He shook his head, "No."
The voice was rough and unpleasant, "There is no problem with the letter."
Yun Jing's heart hurt.
Tears almost slipped out of his eyes.
Jing Xiangyang, do you know, in fact, as long as you say there is a problem, I am willing to believe it! !
Even if I can recognize your handwriting...
Jing Xiangyang once again circled her tightly.
I rubbed it in my arms, feeling the taste that belonged to her, and the warmth that made his heart palpitations... His eyes were a little hot and his throat was dry, so I heard him say, "Yun Xiaosan, the relationship between you and me... is too deep, but Too thin..."
No one knows what kind of painful heart he Jing Xiangyang said.
He patted her on the back of the head lightly, as a soothing, "I'm leaving now, and rest early, good night."
After speaking, let go of her.
Take a deep look at her, turn around, and walk outside.
Yun Jing looked at his leaving back, tears already wet his eyes unconsciously.
"Jing Xiangyang..."
"If the love is deep, why is it that the fate is shallow..."
Yun Jing whispered and whispered choked, the sound fell, tears slipped...
It is the first time Yun Jing has walked into this villa.
This is a dowry gift from Jing Xiangyang to her.
She hadn't thought of coming here, but suddenly passed by today, and when she remembered, she came in by a ghost.
Unscrew the entrance door, walk in, and stop slightly when he sees the familiar scene inside.
Yun Jing was surprised that the layout inside was exactly the same as that of the independent apartment they lived in two years ago.
At that moment, Yun Jing almost had an illusion, as if for an instant, she had gone back to the past.
Back to the age of stubbornness and simplicity...
At that time, she was like a little tail, clinging to him every day, she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
In a daze, she saw herself entangled with him again, clamoring for him to cook noodles for herself, and arguing to be his wife... In fact, at that time, she didn't quite understand the relationship between men and women.
The only thing she knows, perhaps, is that she likes him, likes to stick to him, likes to nest next to him... The only thing she wants is, once sticking, it will last a lifetime! A nest is a lifetime!
The past, like a movie, was shown clearly in her mind... Tears blurred her eyeballs.
Yun Jing walked upstairs along the stairs.
Passing by his room, he turned the doorknob and wanted to go in, but he was a little nervous... Holding the doorknob tightly.
When I opened the door and saw everything that was empty inside, my heart still unexpectedly fell through.
In fact, she knew that there would not be any traces of his life in it, but she was still looking forward to it, she was still hoping... Coming out of the front bed, she went to her own room again.
I thought it would be like the empty room just now, but when I opened the door, what I saw was... Every trace of the life I used to live.
Yun Jing stood at the door in shock, not daring to step in easily.
The tears completely blurred the eyeballs, almost making her unable to see everything in front of her.
On the Liuli dressing table, she used her daily necessities.
On the waterbed, it was still the floral bed sheets she had used two years ago, neatly laid there, without any traces of yellowing.
Yun Jing walked in slowly, and for a while, it was like walking in a time shuttle... In the desk, the old photos were still there.
In the closet, her old clothes from two years ago are neatly stacked.
Even after leaving it for two years, the clothes did not show any traces of yellowing, no dampness or mold, and some, just the faint smell of grass... Just as good as the faint and disorienting smell on his body. smell!
Yun Jing picked up one, put it in her hand, caressed it carefully, took it to the tip of her nose and sniffed... There, it seemed to be his taste!
In an instant, her empty heart was filled.
Yun Jing quickly took off her clothes and randomly picked a set of clothes from the cabinet to put on herself.
I slumped my tired self on the big bed, closed my eyes, smelled the vanilla smell that belonged to him, and slowly fell asleep.
Being accompanied by his smell is like being held in his safe arms... It made her sleep extraordinarily deep.
It seems that Yun Jing has never had a good night's sleep since the last miscarriage accident. It is rare to be able to sleep so securely today.
It feels so good.
"Dinglingdingling—"
"Ding Ling Ding Ling Ding Ling—"
Yun Jing was awakened by a burst of eager cell phone ringtones.
She turned around in a daze, and touched the phone next to her casually.
It took a long time before I picked up the phone.
"Hey-"
The lazy voice reveals a clear sense of anxiety.
"Little Jing."
The call was from Chen Chumo, "Are you sleeping? Did I bother you?"
Yun Jing rubbed his eyes, only then woke up from his sleep, glanced at the time on the phone, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and he slept for more than four hours as soon as he fell asleep.
Yun Jing sat up hurriedly, "Are you looking for something to do with me?"
"The day after tomorrow is our wedding, haven't you forgotten it?"
Chen Chumo seemed to tease her deliberately.
Yun Jing smiled and scratched the tousled long hair on his head, "How can I forget it!"