Chapter 903

Driving to the airport, I opened my eyes and looked outside. It was about to be April, but the weather had not changed. It was still so cold. It would still rain from time to time, delicate, greasy and dirty.

The plane hovered in the sky, leaving and returning. It was like this every day. Many people came and many people left.

After parking the car, I went to the pick-up hall. I saw Ji's mother. She was even thinner in a wheelchair and her hair was much gray.

But it was something I didn't want to see for some time, but it became like this.

The most painful thing in the world is that a white haired person sends a black haired person, or a baby in the palm of his hand dies prematurely and will never come back.

The flight from France to Beijing will arrive soon. I wear sunglasses to prevent others from seeing my tearful eyes.

Blocking all pity eyes, no need.

Standing here, people come and go, but I've never felt so lonely.

The one I love most, left me again.

Ji Xiaoyi was dressed in black, and so was Ji Zhixian. They were covered with sunglasses. Ji Xiangxiang followed them. She held a wooden box in her hand. Seeing that moment, I felt my heart was broken piece by piece.

Always with a fluke mentality, always thinking that you can see the sky, but you can't beat the reality so cruel.

Xiao Bei, the man who kept saying he loved me and said I would not marry him, left forever.

Xiao Bei, how can you be so cruel and leave me first? Do you know that the people who stay are the most painful?

Ji Xiaobei, you are always so selfish and leave all the pain to others, but you don't know it anymore.

I grabbed my hand into a fist and held it tightly. My fingernails pinched the palm of my hand and pinched it hard. The pain could stabilize me slightly so that I wouldn't even have the strength to stand.

I'm always so lonely, before I didn't have you, and after I lost you, it's the same.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if moqianxun is alone. He can survive. I don't want to cry, but the tears are too disappointing and slide down all the time.

Ji's mother was also in tears, and the three sisters of the Ji family burst into tears.

Li fei'er also came out with her things. Her eyes were red and swollen, but these were not what I wanted to see. I only looked at the wooden box. My little north, the vivid, arrogant, domineering and fierce Ji Xiaobei, is there now. How many places are there? Are you used to Ji Xiaobei? Can you adapt to the cold weather in Beijing? The peach blossoms in early spring bloom, but you can't see them anymore.

Ji Zhixian came forward, hugged me tightly, and then silently opened her mouth and cried.

I hugged her and wanted to touch the smell of Xiaobei. I smelled it hard, but there was no smell of him and his warmth.

"Chihiro, take care," she said softly.

I closed my eyes and said this. Shouldn't it be me?

Ji Xiaobei and I are just in love. You are his sister and you are his relatives. In fact, it doesn't matter to me.

No matter how much pain and sadness, they will come one by one.

I'm far away from them. I can't go beyond it, but I'm a person who has nothing to do with it. I can't touch Xiaobei.

Watching them crying, they went out surrounded by a large number of guards at the airport.

Lin Xia said softly, "let's go. We'll go back, too."

Get on the bus and go back to the city on the same road.

They're in the front and I'm in the back.

Then there is the fork road, which is farther and farther away.

You and I can only go that way together and share things.

"Chihiro."

The sudden cry surprised me. Why is this cry a little confused? Is it calling me?

I turned and looked at him. He stopped and said, "here we are."

I lowered my head and unfastened my seat belt, but he turned and hugged me tightly and patted me gently on the back: "Chihiro is just a passer-by in life. It will always pass."

I just laugh and feel very tired.

I didn't want to say anything. It was as heavy as being cramped, and my whole body was weak.

He got out of the car and came over. I couldn't even push the door open.

He turned and said, "Chihiro, come on, I'll carry you."

I lay on his back and he just carried me to the elevator.

Lin Xia's warmth can't warm my cold heart now.

Lying in bed, I only remember how beautiful it was in Tibet. The moon that night was round and cool. At that time, I was lonely and thought I had lost everything.

But there, I was so calm.

It's not mine. If I don't come, it's mine. I can't run away after all.

I fought for it, I tried, no matter what I did, I never waited. I advised myself to explain it with various Buddhist books.

Now, it will.

Life is for training. After all this, what are you afraid of losing?

"Chihiro, have some ginger soup."

I picked up my body, took his hand and drank quietly. The spicy ginger soup was a little sweet. After drinking, he wiped the corners of my lips with a handkerchief and said softly: "Chihiro, if you hate me, if you want to leave me, I won't force you. As long as you are happy and take care of yourself. Where you are going and what you want to do, I won't stop you. You're with me for Ji Xiaobei. Now he's gone, Chihiro, don't be confused, don't feel bad, you want to fly, I'll let you fly, I won't trap you, look You are unhappy all day. "

I lay down and went to bed. This night, he didn't come in again.

Once I thought Lin Xia would let go of my hand. When he understood that love is not possession, but letting go, I must be very happy at that time.

When I say these words, at this time, I feel like I really have nothing.

When I wake up thirsty every night, he will bring me water. It is light sweet with the smell of honey. Every morning, he will prepare hot water, squeeze toothpaste and put the towel away.

I washed it. He put away all the clothes I had to wear every day.

Habit is really a terrible thing. I look at a wide range of clothes in front of the wardrobe, but I don't know which one to wear. I look at it barefoot. The color is so good from light to deep.

I wore a black dress and went out. When it was raining, I walked from the shade with an umbrella. The raindrops were especially big and fell on the umbrella.

I look up at the rain. Whose tears is the rain and who is sad for.

That early spring rose, with rain, bent its branches and fell drop by drop.

I stretched out my hand to catch the falling raindrops. It was just cold and wet.

Inside, put away the umbrella. The wind and rain outside. The students without an umbrella ran awkwardly and smiled. Their wet hair and clothes still couldn't hide the youthful smile on their face.