Chapter 1490

She ran to the darkroom in a hurry. After opening the door, her eyes first came into contact with the darkness. She didn't even want to spend a few more seconds to adapt to the darkness, but turned on the light directly.

On one side of the wall of the darkroom are full of photos, which are the materials of Edward's work and his most dissatisfied works. Even the most unsatisfied works, he did not want to discard them. Instead, he hung them up and put them on the wall one by one, just a thick pile.

She looked around, all things have not moved, as if these things themselves have been rooted in this, no matter how the vicissitudes of the world, they will always be here, confirming the years.

On the other side of the wall, Edward's favorite photos disappeared. The brown wooden clip was empty on the rope, like a lonely wind chime.

Did he leave? Did you leave without saying anything to yourself?

This kind of cognition makes her at a loss, makes her feel sad suddenly, and can no longer restrain her voice.

She cried very loud, unrestrained and indulgent. Even the fat cat passing by from their windowsill was scared by her cry. Her brown eyes looked at the human and seemed to experience her emotion.

The sound came from the attic, and then from the shoes on the floor. Edward was surprised to see her cry. "Emily?"

Ding Yiyi also saw him, but could not stop her tears and sad mood, she ran to him, hugged him tightly, voice choked, "I thought you left, so quietly away, don't give me a signal."

Her words and tears are the most powerful weapons that can hurt him in the world, and the best medicine that can cure him quickly in the world.

Ha of love reached out and patted her on the shoulder, with a gentle tone, "if one day I want to leave, I will tell you that I won't leave secretly."

He pulled her to the sofa and took out a paper towel to help her wipe away her tears, but once they were wiped away, new sadness would overflow from her eyes.

He sighed, and suddenly leaned forward to kiss her eyes. He felt the trembling and tension under her thin eyelids. He left with a smile, "I didn't leave again. Why are you crying?"

Ding Yiyi looked at him, she knew she didn't want him to go, so she had to ask again, "can you answer me a few questions?"

"Good." He promised.

"Do you really want to leave because you want to work and don't want to be dragged down by me?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of Ye nianmo?"

Edward was a little surprised. She didn't read the notebook, but he nodded, "yes."

"OK," Ding Yiyi stood up and wiped away her tears with her sleeve. The white cuff became transparent because of her tears. "Since it's because of work, you can leave. I'll get used to it gradually."

She ran out of the door, because she knew that she would say a lot of angry words and make a lot of confessions if she stayed any longer. She was angry that he would go and repent that she could not accompany him.

Edward didn't catch up. He kept a slightly bent posture and watched her disappear in sight. He straightened up for a long time.

He sat on the sofa, calmly picked up the landline and called his assistant, "how's the follow-up?"

"Most of the work over there is done." The assistant didn't understand, "Sir, why did you take the initiative to go to Ebola this time? In fact, it's unnecessary."

Edward's eyes were firm, and he said, "no, it's necessary."

Hang up the phone, he began to be a little irritable, get up and walk around the house, one will go to the windowsill, one will go to the stairs, then he took his coat and walked out.

Ding Yiyi lowers her head and walks quickly. The flower seller passes by her and stops her, "Miss Emily."

She wrapped a bag of tears, quickly looked up, forced out a smile, "en?"

"What's the matter with you?" The children who sell flowers have never seen her like this. Some of them are at a loss. They take out a sunflower from the flower basket and give it to her, "here you are."

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi quickly lowered his head to take over, the sunflower will be held in the chest, the mood of depression is a little better.

"Thank you She repeated, want to get money, but found that he did not bring a wallet, had to say, "next time you come to my house, I'll make you biscuits to eat."

The child was very happy. "Well, by the way, sister Emily, you have to be careful." The child said seriously: "recently, there are always people walking around in front of your house. It's a fierce man."

Ding Yiyi a Leng, "is it?" The other side nodded, and then rode away happily.

After the child left, she didn't think much. She continued to walk with the sunflower, and her sadness swept back.

The morning in London is really like a wayward urchin. It doesn't take long for the clear sky to turn into continuous rain. The British like to take umbrellas with them. Their favorite is black umbrellas. In a short time, black lights light up on the street, like a moving jellyfish.Ding Yiyi ran in a hurry, where also want to take an umbrella, simply around a series of shops, she ran into a decorated pink cake shop door, by the shop door extended out of the canvas shelter.

It didn't rain very much. It hit the ground and splashed little water. The water made a deep mark on her little white shoes. Her toes twisted and felt wet.

All of a sudden, the raindrops on her shoulders and face disappeared. She looked up at the umbrella over her head and the man beside her who had blocked the wind and rain.

Ye nianmo has not yet opened his mouth to speak, and his umbrella has been mercilessly pushed away.

Ding Yiyi walked into the rain quickly, and let the cold rain come back and hit him more intensively. When the body first comes into contact with the rain, it is cold to the bone. When the body and the rain are fully integrated, a special feeling of full enjoyment arises spontaneously.

She walks very fast, her straight legs crisscross quickly, and there are few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, some people who take shelter from the rain will also curiously watch the men walking in the rain and following her.

"Enough. You'll catch a cold if you go down." Ye nianmo came forward to hold her after she had gone a long way, and his body was all wet. The black suit stuck to his solid body.

Ding Yiyi wants to get rid of his hand, but he can't get rid of it. He can only read it repeatedly, "let go."

The sound of rain blocked her voice, but ye nianmo understood her mouth shape. He frowned, "what happened?"

"Nothing happened," she suddenly raised her voice. "Why do you come here to disturb my life? Is it so important what happened in the past?"

He first frowned at her, and then approached a pen, two people face to face and stand, vamp to vamp, "if it is Ding Yiyi, she will not let go of those memories."

As the rain grew louder, he took out his mobile phone, pulled out a picture and insisted on her to see it, "this man's name is ye chuyun. She loves you more than herself. He's dead."

Then he went to the next picture, "it's Qiubai. She's a good friend of yours. She's dead."

Ding Yiyi's eyes become hot and red because of the stimulation of tears and rain. Her heart is shocked. What did she touch before?

Ye nianmo see her appearance, do not have the heart to stimulate her again, put the mobile phone away, said: "escape is always the most stupid way."

He saw her deeply and seriously, "even if you deny the past, you are still you."

In the rain curtain, his back is bleak and lonely. She stands quietly in the same place, allowing the rain to encircle her whole body, facing up to accept the baptism of the rain, which makes the whole person's heart fall deeper.

In the hotel, ye Bo looked at his watch. "Mr. Edward, ye always didn't come back so soon. If you have something to do, I can pass it on."

Edward's face was serious. He never let go of his brow since he was sitting in the hotel hall. When he heard him say this, he stood up and said, "in that case, I'll leave first."

As soon as he left, ye nianmo approached from the hotel lobby, and ye Bo quickly followed him.

To the door, he gave some tips to the waiter, and then followed ye nianmo into the room.

Inside the room, the sound of water has already sounded in the bathroom. After a while, ye nianmo comes out in a suit.

As he wore his watch, he asked, "what's the situation in China?"

"Mr. Hai is dealing with it," said Ye boten. "Mr. Edward came to see you just now, but he left without leaving a word."

Ye nianmo's action of wearing a watch stopped, and then only said: "I know."

Ye Bo knows that it will take more than a month for the young master to return home this time. Today he must have talked to Ding Yiyi, but he didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed. He vaguely thinks that something will happen, but he doesn't know what it is.

"Let's go." Ye nianmo looked around for a while, and when his sight fell on a corner of the room, he softened.

Night for many people is doomed to insomnia night, Edward standing in front of Ding Yiyi's room, at this time his mood is sad.

He loves her, of course he loves her. After waiting so long and looking for so long, he is always looking for the right person. Ding Yiyi is the right person for him, but he is not.

Although he has made a lot of efforts, although Ding Yiyi can't remember the past, the power of fate makes her and ye nianmo get closer and closer. He can fight against others, but he doesn't want to go against God's will.

In the room, Ding Yiyi sits in front of the table. The orange light shines on her face. Her hands gently play with the lock on the drawer. Her heart is clear.

There's nothing wrong. Edward and ye nianmo see it very clearly. She struggles. She doesn't want to be Ding Yiyi because she is afraid that she can't be Ding Yiyi before and Emily now.

"Edward?" She read it in a soft voice and immediately raised a smiling face. This foreign man is as important as her family.

Family? She was startled by her own idea. It turns out that habit and dependence do not necessarily give birth to love, but may also give birth to feelings like family love?She suddenly wanted to verify, so she went out the door to Edward's room. It was quiet in the room. Edward, who was pursuing high sleep quality, must be asleep now.

The hand on the doorknob twists gently, the door opens, and the light in the corridor pulls her shadow long and narrow as she enters the room.