Sure enough, it was Wei Chinian.
The fleeting complexity in the eyes of the other party convinced Xue Xue of the guess in his heart.
What happened at the moment, because the emotional ups and downs were too great and had to be suppressed, she actually didn't remember very clearly.
It's just that Chen Yirong found out that the confused state was later, so Xue Xue went home to rest first.
After all, she was originally here to get off work.
"Meow… "
Good treasure jumped flexibly and jumped onto Xue Xue's bed.
This is a stray cat she accidentally picked up when she first came to Jingnan.
Xue Xue had never had a pet before, and never thought of having a pet. However, at that time, it was raining heavily, and the wet boy hiding in the bushes looked at her with round eyes. At that moment, Xue was moved. Xue's compassion.
Of course, it is also possible that it was influenced by Xue Xia.
In a previous life, Xue Xia also raised a stray cat.
One person and one cat can almost be said to be dependent on each other.
Without its company, Xue Xia didn't even think that he could last that long.
Facing death requires courage.
But for others, living may require greater courage.
"Meow… "
"Come on." Xue Xue hugged the darling who was covered in snow-white hair, and who could only see light gray stripes when he stared at it carefully. "Thank you for comforting me, but I want to be quiet for now, okay?"
The cat tilted his head, as if he understood.
The one that Xue Xue picked up and raised was obviously quite spiritual.
Most importantly, be very close to the owner.
After opening his mouth and biting her hand that was teasing his chin lightly, Gu Bao raised his tail high and turned his head away.
With her arrogant and cute appearance, Xue Xue couldn't help laughing out loud.
After a gloomy day, I finally saw the sun and the sun.
She stood up, walked to the only locked bookcase drawer on the first floor, and took out Xue Xia's diary from it.
Xue Xia has been in the habit of writing a diary since she was a child, and this diary is a record since she and Wei Chinian began to fall in love.
The girl's brushstrokes are soft and her emotions are delicate, and she can feel her love for Wei Chinian is sincere and fiery from the lines.
She believed that Wei Chinian did the same to herself.
Even though the young man was taciturn most of the time and was not good at expressing his love, he could feel his cherishment and respect from some small details that made Xue Xiabei feel so relieved.
Xue Xue turned page by page, letting the words turn into water flowing through his eyes.
Then, she turned to a group photo.
This photo has been slightly yellowed, and a layer of burrs have been slightly rubbed due to repeated rubbing.
This is also the only photo of Xue Xia and Wei Chinian.
In the memories of Xue Xia that Xue Xue read, many times she felt that she was about to lose it.
Whenever he was exhausted and wished to end himself, Xue Xia would take this photo out.
It can be said that this has become her spiritual sustenance and the nutrient on which she lives.
Love doesn't know where to start, it goes deep.
For some people, a never-ending first love is just a part of the memory, even if there are regrets, it is harmless.
But for other people, this is an unbearable weight. Xue Xia has not thought about letting go of his obsession with Wei Chinian. After sending off his grandfather and grandmother, he will continue his studies and open a small school of his own in the future. If you meet a good person and a suitable person, then it is also good to live together.
However, she just couldn't let it go.
After the child was miscarried, there was an empty space in my heart.
If nothing happened, Xue Xia couldn't do it.
Because once this is done, it seems that the memory of falling in love with Wei Chinian in the past, the youth who endured loneliness and pain alone, and the departure of grandma and grandpa... everything will become meaningless.
Therefore, Xue Xia could only go looking for it.
Even if she knew better than anyone, how difficult it was to find someone who suddenly disappeared in the vast crowd.
Just like her mother.
But Xue Xia still couldn't give up.
In fact, Liu Lanhua is right, Xue Lin and Xue Xia are really in the same line to some extent.
They were equally stupid, equally determined, and equally did not hit the south wall or turn around. Even if there was an easier road in front of them, they would step into the thorny wild forest without hesitation.
The nature of mother and son, in this respect, even if Xue Xia and Xue Lin have never met, the two are strikingly similar.
"Huh..."
After staring at the photo for a while, Xue Xue let out a long breath.
My heart was heavy and uncomfortable as if it was pressing down on something.
She flipped the photo to the back.
A line of words was written on it, in the handwriting of a girl named Juanxiu.
Xue Xue thought, when Xue Xia was writing, she probably couldn't hold back her emotions and shed tears.
Otherwise, the words will not be blurred, and they will not fade so easily.
Still, you can see what she wrote.
"Where did you go?"
"Wait for you, until what year and month?"
"Wei Chinian, you bastard!"