She thinks that Tong Jiaren should always have him in her heart when she grows up together and has always had a marriage contract, but because of such a strange thing, the marriage contract is cancelled. What's more, Zhou Wenchuan also said that she and Zhou Shengchen are of the same kind.
She turned the ring, thinking turbulently.
When he wandered back, he found him looking at himself.
"I'm going back tomorrow," he said, "it's the flight tomorrow morning."
She put the ring on the table: "I should go back, too."
Zhou Shengchen had already said that she would only stay in Bremen for a week this time. She just didn't know the specific departure date and flight, so it was not surprising to hear him say that, but she was a little reluctant.
Shi Yi never concealed his attachment to him.
He can also see: "This meeting is over. But I need to go out to deal with some personal matters later, and I will be back probably at dinner time."
"Let's go together?" She asked him, "I won't interfere with your work."
I just want to spend as much time with him as possible, even sitting in the car waiting for him.
He thought for a while: "Okay, tell Uncle Lin what books you like to read, and I will ask him to prepare some in the car."
She thought it was a good idea. She took the note paper on the table and wrote a few names with a pencil. They were all books that she wanted to read but didn't buy. Her handwriting is very beautiful, and it can even be said to be very vigorous. Zhou Shengchen took it and looked at it carefully for a while with some surprises: "Your handwriting should be no worse than Liu Shibo's." He said that the last time she painted, The uncle who gave her the inscription.
She smiled, but did not deny it.
After all, he was always a little proud of who he had learned from before.
He called Uncle Lin, handed out the paper, and ordered that these books be prepared for Shiyi to read in the afternoon. After Uncle Lin left the room, Zhou Shengchen looked at her seriously: "It is time, I'm sorry, although we are already married, we don’t even understand your handwriting. When this matter is completely over, I will spare a long time. , Let us know each other."
This person is always serious in an unbelievable place.
She smiled and glanced at the extra ring on the table.
Zhou Shengchen followed her gaze, took out the wallet from the inside of the coat, and put the ring in it: "This kind of thing will never happen again."
The two took a break and left the hotel soon.
Sure enough, she had prepared her favorite books in the car. Zhou Shengchen arrived at the destination and asked her advice before getting off the car, whether to stay in the car and wait for him, or go up together to find a place to rest. She leaned there, thought for a while and said, "Will you go for a long time?"
"No," Zhou Shengchen took off his coat and placed it beside her hand, "at most half an hour."
His time concept is extremely heavy, saying that half an hour will definitely not exceed.
"I'll be waiting for you in the car," she raised the book in her hand, "I can still read half an hour's book, otherwise I will go up with you, people who don't know... Actually, I don't like seeing strangers. ."
"I found it," he laughed, leaning over and whispering, "you'll blush."
She opened her eyes wide: "Really?"
"real."
He smiled and got out of the car, leaving her to Uncle Lin.
However, after Zhou Shengchen left, Uncle Lin also left the driving position and stood at the front of the car.
The parking lot of this building was on the third floor with a wide field of vision. She glanced at her, and only felt that Uncle Lin was not sitting in the car with her because of her identity. She lowered her head and continued to read the book. Ye Shiqi said that the stories handed down for hundreds of years were written in good humane style. The sadness is moving, and the generosity is naturally exciting.
Words and sentences spread out, passing by for decades and decades.
Until, his name appeared.
The simple white paper type was only a dozen lines, but she stared at it for seven or eight minutes, not daring to look any further.
The heart hits his chest, and the dull and tense voice is right in the ear.
It's not that she has never found memories of those half-dream-like awakenings, but most of the sentences have been taken, as a rebellious courtier, no one will write a book for him. His life is graceful, and he has no sense of existence in thousands of years of history.
She leaned there, and after a long time, she finally finished reading this wild history verbatim.
Later generations said, most of the pen was too harsh.
The author describes him as a young man in charge of soldiers and a powerful minister, as if what he wrote is the truth of history. Shi Yi was silent for a while, tore the page of paper, torn into pieces, and put it in the pocket of his trousers.
She lost the thought of reading.
Put the book on hand and see the coat he took off before getting out of the car.
I couldn't help but stretched out my hand, touched it, and gently slid his finger in a circle along the cuff of the shirt. Just so, his cheeks were already hot, as if they had touched his wrist.
He used to "live up to the world" but was overwhelmed in the end.
And what he wants to do now, hundreds of thousands of years later, may not even be recorded.
How many people understand his ambition, his compassion, and what he did
Her mind was a little confused, forcing herself to close her eyes and rest, calming her heart.
Just as the eyes closed, the moment the darkness fell, there was a piercing gunshot, violently and continuously. Shi Yi opened his eyes suddenly and looked out from the rear window in disbelief. He saw four people shooting without any mask at all, raising their arms. Although the target was not here, the gunshots shattered the windows and the body of the car. The sounds are completely real.
"Miss Shi Yi," Uncle Lin quickly opened the door behind him, "Don't move, just sit in the car."
She couldn't react enough, and there were already four cars in front of the car, blocking her sight.
Those who came down one after another stood silently, guarding Shiyi's car. The shots and people running and screaming in the distance seemed to have nothing to do with this place.
There were still gunshots, and she could no longer see the picture.
Uncontrollable shaking hands, he clasped his clothes next to him tightly.
Without any thinking ability at all, I can only remember Uncle Lin's words, don't move.
Soon, the gunfire calmed down.
But the cars and people guarding her didn't move. She didn't dare to blink. Even if she couldn't see anything, she stared at the direction she had just seen, and slowly told herself that it is time for you to be calm and calm...
Suddenly, the car door was opened.
She hugged his clothes abruptly and looked at the car door in horror.
"Time is right."
Zhou Shengchen was calling her.