Lu Huaiyu heard the slight sound of a crack in the heart, and then roared in the chest cavity.
It seems that all the pictures and sounds are shattered and annihilated at this moment, intertwined into a wind, and poured in from that opening.
He put down the painting, stepped forward to wrap his arms around her waist, held her tightly in his arms, tilted his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
His movements were very light, and his cool lips fell, with restrained and forbearing tenderness, as if he was holding a fragile glass doll in his arms, for fear of hurting her.
She is more transparent than that sugar bowl.
But her tears were hot, almost burning the bottom of his heart.
She put her arms around his thin waist, sniffed the cold cedar breath on his body, and gently rubbed his side face.
From the previous life to this life, so many years, day and night.
She fell in love with someone, but she didn't dare to let anyone know, and buried it as the deepest secret in her heart.
Later he came to pick her up, stayed by her side, and said so much.
She finally knew his mind.
But it was too late.
Later, she opened her eyes and returned to the age of seventeen.
She meets him again.
He protects her, supports her, stands up for her, and even gives her the candy in his pocket.
Everyone knew that Lu Huaiyu liked her.
How could she not know.
She already knew.
But the more it was like this, the more she dared not speak out about those thoughts.
Those things, those memories, she can remember them alone.
She doesn't want Lu Huai to know.
She wants Lu Huaiyu to always be the proud, lazy and undisciplined Lu Huaiyu.
Instead of Lu Huaiyu who hugged her to coax her and begged her not to sleep in a low voice over and over again.
But-
It turned out that he was sick.
It turned out that he had given her that business card a long time ago.
It turns out that she is not the only one who has been unforgettable for so many years.
Now, finally confessing all this, the stone in her heart finally fell.
Originally, she thought it would be difficult to speak, but in fact, it was easier than she imagined.
She leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and said softly:
"Lu Huaiyu, I'm a little tired."
She felt more relaxed than ever, yet felt more tired than ever.
"I want to sleep for a while."
He tilted his head and kissed her forehead lightly.
"good."
He picked her up horizontally, and she obediently raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
He carried her to the master bedroom.
Her back was against the soft bed.
His hands passed through her hair, spreading her ball head, and the soft and smooth black hair spread out on the pillow.
He half-kneeled by the bed with one leg, smoothed the broken hair on her cheek, and said in a low voice:
"You have a good rest, I'm here to watch over you."
She looked at him and subconsciously asked:
"how about you?"
At this time, he usually also wants to sleep.
Lu Huai and a meal.
Since she already knew about his illness, she would naturally ask this question.
Gu Tinglan said that she had actually seen his medical record a long time ago. Although she didn't open it, she should have already guessed what it was.
It's no wonder that during this period of time, she has been particularly concerned about his sleep.
He stared at her for a while, and seemed to smile.
"I'll be with you."
She felt relieved and moved aside automatically.
Lu Huaiyu lay down next to her, and helped her tuck in the quilt again.
She is really tired.
It is really not an easy task for her to recall all kinds of things in the past and confess all her thoughts.
What's more, this is the place she is most familiar with and most at ease, and he is there.
She closed her eyes, half curled up in his arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
As the sun slanted to the west, the angles of light and shadow in the room gradually changed.
After she breathed evenly and fell into a deep sleep, Lu Huaiyu opened his eyes.
The phoenix eyes were deep, and there was no trace of sleepiness.
He looked down at the little girl in his arms.
She was really a little girl, she was full of concern about his illness, but she never thought about how he could fall asleep after she said those things to him.
He looked at her quietly for a while, then slowly got up.
When he came to the door, he looked back again.
She was lying there, quiet and well-behaved.
He gently closed the door, leaned against the wall, and raised his head slightly.
There was silence all around.
He fumbled for his trouser pocket, but it was empty.
Only then did he realize that he had indeed not smoked for a long time.
In the beginning, she smelled cigarettes on him and asked him a question. He thought she didn't like her, and since she was still young, he seldom touched her.
Later, she was drunk, lying in his arms, and happily said that she didn't smoke.
At that time, he only thought of her as drunk and acting like a baby, but even so, he was willing to pamper her.
So he quit completely.
Little did they know, it turned out that he really hugged her with a strong smell of cigarettes all over his body.
He closed his eyes and seemed to lose his breath.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally opened his eyes.
He took his coat and went downstairs.
…
After returning again, he first glanced at the master bedroom.
She appears to be still asleep.
He came to the sofa in the living room and sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and bit it in his mouth.
click.
He squeezed his fingers slightly, and the tail of the cigarette lit up a little scarlet.
He put down the lighter, took a deep breath, passed through his lungs, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
At this time, the cloud layer on the horizon has been completely dyed orange red, and the light flows along the window, coating the whole room with a layer of warm color.
The pungent feeling came straight to him, almost choking him so that his whole body ached.
He remembered her words, took the cigarette in his hand again, pressed his elbows on his knees, and lowered his head slightly.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and the white smoke lingered silently in the air, casting a faint shadow.
The two phases are intertwined, lingering and lazy.
—I wrote all those papers, because you sent them.
— Lu Er, the posture of the little girl on the horse is very similar to yours. What do you teach
—I... have no light, so I can't sleep well.
—Second brother is not someone else.
—Lu Huaiyu, I just... want to hear your voice.
—Over there, the one with the black backpack secretly took photos of you that day, I guess the little girl misses you a lot.
—It doesn't matter, Lu Huaiyu, because I, who was seventeen years old, also like you.
—The most important secret? I like you, Lu Huaiyu, I have liked you for a long time.
—Lu Huaiyu, wait for me.
—Lu Huaiyu, why did you come here
—Lu Huaiyu, won't you take me home
…
—If I really lived that life, Lu Huaiyu, this is the tenth year I have loved you.
…
He sat in that position for a long time, until the cigarette burned out, and his hand was burned, trembling slightly.
-later? Later, the dream woke up.
The pain almost spread to his limbs.
He no longer knew where the pain was.
…
Shen Li fell into a deep sleep this time.
When I woke up, the room was dark.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up, looked around, and finally remembered that she was in Rongyue Mansion.
By the way, she came to find Lu Huai.
She also told him all those things.
But Lu Huaiyu is not here.
She put on her slippers and went out.
She seemed to have slept for a long time, and it was completely dark outside.
The living room did not turn on the lights, and Lu Huaiyu sat alone.
There also seemed to be a layer of loneliness and desolation on him.
The air smelled of tobacco.
The surroundings were dark, he was holding a cigarette, and the scarlet between his fingers was faintly visible.
he smokes
For some reason, she felt that Lu Huaiyu at this time seemed a little different from the past.
She instinctively sensed a silent and cold danger, and called out to him worriedly:
"Lu Huai and?"
He finally moved, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, the crimson glow disappeared, and a cold and deep voice sounded in the silent room.
"coming."
Well, yes, the next step is what you think.
(end of this chapter)