When we got off the plane, there were snowflakes in the sky.
Huo Ci drove.
Nangong Lengyu fell asleep leaning on the passenger seat.
When Huo Ci saw her sleeping, he was afraid that she would catch cold, so he adjusted the temperature in the car to the highest level. Still afraid that she would be cold, he stopped the car on the side of the road, took off his coat and covered her.
The magic stick master behind him whispered: "You are so kind to your girlfriend."
Huo Ci looked over with a cold look.
Damn, are you lame? This old man has dim eyesight and still has a girlfriend. When did the pretty boy turn into a woman
Master Shengun was very considerate to his sponsor, and continued: "Young man, as someone who has been there, I would like to advise you, whatever you do, don't do it secretly, you must let her know that women sometimes , just believe what you see.”
Huo Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him. What kind of look was that? He could tell the difference between men and women. He didn't expect him to treat Dongfang Chu. How could such an old fool treat Dongfang Chu
Master Shengun taught him all his life experience: "Don't be harsh to her face to face. You have to be kind to her on the outside, so that she can know how good you are."
This young man, no matter what he does along the way, is always mean to other girls. With his attitude, even if you know he has good intentions, you still can't like her. His temper is too bad.
Huo Ci listened to what he said to a little girl and didn't bother to correct an old fool like him. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sleeping person next to him from time to time, with a deep look in his eyes.
grass.
With her thin skin and tender flesh, red lips and white teeth, no wonder this old man mistook her for a woman.
On this day, the capital received the heaviest snowfall in decades.
The old magic stick who was invited to treat Dongfang Chu's illness could not do anything. After performing the spell, he only said: Everyone has his destiny, and you cannot force it.
When Huo Ci sent the old man to the airport, the snow had already reached his calves.
Before the old man left, he called out to him, looked at him seriously and said: "Young man, life is unpredictable. When you are at the age when you should love, you should love vigorously. Seize the moment and don't wait until you lose it to regret it."
Huo Ci paused as he listened to his murmuring words. When he turned back, the old man had disappeared into the vast sea of people.
On this day, Dongfang Chu still couldn't survive. Her life always stayed at 20 years old, the best age.
Huo Ci accompanied Nangong Lengyu and watched her leave this world with his own eyes.
For the first time, he knew that human life was so fragile and vulnerable, and that life was so impermanent. A good person could be gone in less than a few months.
He suddenly understood a little bit what the old man meant. Maybe he shouldn't hesitate or be hesitant. If he likes him, he just likes him. He should see his heart clearly. If he loves someone, he loves him, and it has nothing to do with gender.
During Dongfang Chu's funeral, Nangong Lengyu was always with her. As her best friend, she would accompany her throughout the last journey of her life no matter what.
"Eat something." Huo Ci squatted beside her and handed her a piece of chocolate.
Nangong Lengyu shook his head, not wanting to eat anything, and asked him: "Why don't you go back?"
Huo Ci looked at her red and swollen eyes, listened to her hoarse voice, opened the lid of the thermos cup and handed it to her: "Then drink some water."
If he left, there would be three days of vigil, and this was only the first night. How could she have the strength to survive without eating or drinking.
(End of chapter)