Xia Jinyuan, who followed in the shadows, watched the slender figure walk away step by step. With each step, the sadness that made her inexplicably hurt so that her heart was twisted and then faded away. Step by step, she walked from under the dim tree to the street lamp with light, like a sword splitting the darkness that prevented her from moving forward, returning to the light with all her strength.
When he saw her standing under a street lamp that was not bright, his inexplicably tightened heart gradually eased, and the blood began to flow again, soothing his somewhat stiff limbs.
"I will always look at you, Blue Bird, don't worry about me, there will always be me behind you." Xia Jinyuan, who was pressing on his heart, breathed very shallowly, and said in a very low voice, "Just go forward and do what you want. Leave the rest to me for everything you do, don’t worry about me."
Under the palm of his hand, his heart was warm, and his heartbeat "Boom... Boom... Boom..." was beating one after another, but for some reason, he felt that his heart was floating, floating like no root.
Just now, she got out of the car and stood under the tree, looking up at the old house shrouded in night, her always healthy heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something, painful, and her limbs instantly filled her limbs, like blood in the atrium. The supply is interrupted, and the brain is instantly dark. If it hadn't been for him to react and immediately leaned back against the cold crushed stone cement wall and supported the water pipe with one hand, he would most likely fall directly to the ground.
This kind of reaction came unexpectedly, but it was fleeting, it came too late for him to react, and it went too late for him to react, just paying attention to the lingering palpitations.
It was so strange because Ye Jian stood under that tree and looked around.
The lingering palpitations in her heart didn't start until she walked out of the banyan tree, which was spreading like a birdcage, and then gradually disappeared, until he heard her cold but soft voice, floating and unrooted, and the heart slowly returned. Its original location.
Hearing his calm and powerful voice coming from the headset, Ye Jian, who had already walked under the street lamp, continued to walk forward. Two children in front of him twisted a small red lantern, laughed and ran out of milk, and one ran. One chased, and there were five adults walking behind him. Seeing the two children running too fast, it was probably the mother who raised her voice to remind them, "Don't run too far, run slower, and be careful of falling."
There was heavy snowfall in the southern province, and the snow on the roadside of the farmer's market was shoveled on the side of the road. At night, the cold wind blew and formed hard ice. If you don't pay attention to stepping on it, even adults will fall, not to mention children.
The child who ran ahead did not look at the road ahead, and Ye Jian was not very conspicuous in her black coat and black pants. The child "chuckled" and rushed towards Ye Jian...
Ye Jian stretched out his hand and quickly held the rushing child, then picked up the little lantern that fell out of the ground and handed it to the child, with a soft smile: "Be careful, baby, it will hurt if you fall."
The child was educated very well, and the milky voice said "Thank you Auntie" and took the little lantern and ran back.
Ye Jian touched her face and became an "aunt". This time Team Xia was able to balance himself. The child used to call his uncle and her sister, and complained to her that he also wanted to be an "brother."
Sometimes the Xia team, like a child, can always make her laugh or cry.
The child’s mother had already trot over, helped her child first, and then apologized to Ye Jian, "Excuse me, excuse me, didn’t bump into you, right?"