Chapter 1476

Edward moved his eyes to her. He leaned back against the windowsill and let the rain beat on his dark coat. "Is there nothing you need to tell me?"

She was stunned and opened her mouth to say no, but after seeing his gloomy look, she couldn't say anything. "These days, she's a substitute teacher in our flower arranging class."

He came up to her, then bent down, grabbed her hand, wrapped her soft palms, as if encouraging her to continue.

"Nothing, but I thought that even if I became Emily, we could still be friends if we could, but I was too naive."

Edward looked at her deeply. He saw the anger and pain in her eyes. If he really didn't care, how could he have such a clear-cut mood?

For a long time, he released his hand, and in a moment he was grabbed by her again, "where are you going? Don't you believe me? "

He said with a smile, "the tea is cold. Gentlemen don't allow this kind of thing to happen."

After gently breaking off her hand, he got up and took the tea set to the kitchen, where there was a brief clash of cups and plates.

"Edward." Ding Yiyi felt thirsty. She hugged his waist and put her head on his back. "I'm sorry to make you feel bad."

Edward gently untied her arm, felt her uneasiness, he quickly turned around, gently hugged her, soft voice said: "fool, I'm glad you're willing to share your thoughts with me."

He took her back to the living room, but deliberately let her sit with her back to the window, which was blocked by potted plants.

"Don't you like painting best at this time?" He picked up a thick reference book about photography from the bookshelf and sat in the position where he would sit every day.

Ding Yiyi saw that he looked aloof, which was no different from the past. The page number moved in his slender fingertips, and then made a clear voice.

She took out a gray colored pencil from the box and began to daub it on the drawing board. Time passed quickly. Except for the sound of wind and rain, there was only pencil painting on the paper and the sound of the pages being opened.

I don't know when the sound of pencil drawing on the paper disappeared. She quietly looked at the painting in front of her. In the flower basket, a bunch of purple red sunflowers were dazzling.

She recognized the sunflower. It was he who pried it from the ridge for a long time. She gritted her teeth and said to him, "you bastard!"

She turned to walk, as if trying to calm her anger, and when the wrist was caught again, she burst out.

"You say you love me? How many times have you seen me? Do you know what I have done in the past six months? " She breathed heavily, and the rain flowed into her eyes, which made her eyes hot and red. She felt that she wanted to cry, so she had to bite her teeth to hold back. Then she continued: "you said you love me, but in fact you love Ding Yiyi! I don't want to be her stand in! "

He came up to her and forced her to fix her head. They looked at each other and could see their own shadow in each other's eyes.

"There are many people in the world who have lived all their lives, but they don't know how to love. They live a life. Time may make you fall in love with someone, but time can never be the standard for you to measure when you fall in love with someone." He drew closer and leaned his cold forehead against her.

"Emily, you make my heart beat." His low voice rang out, this time there was no interference, because the rain stopped.

Big black clouds are still gathering in the sky, as if they would fall down at any time. The air is full of the smell of water.

A touch of sunlight efforts to penetrate the clouds, light casting in the distance, followed by the second, third, warm back to the earth.

Ding Yiyi shivered, some at a loss to move the line of sight, just someone came up to the viewing platform, she desperate for the door to escape.

Back home in a mess, the blue and white umbrella was still lying on one side, splashed with mud.

She put the umbrella away and put it at the door. Then she pushed the door in and said softly, "I'm back."

The room was quiet and desolate, with her unfinished paintings on the drawing board. By the fire, Edward's books were open and covered on the back.

"Edward?" As she walked down the corridor, Edward's room was only in a state of emptiness, and it was clean and tidy, but no one was there.