Chapter 71

Zhang lingshuo clenched his hand into a fist. It turned out that there were still many injuries he did to her that he could not know at all. He restrained his heartache and forced himself to listen to her rationally.

"That stream is so like my hometown. When I saw it, I ran with my last strength and plunged into the stream. The stream was deeper than my home, and I couldn't reach it to the end. Water, from the ear, nose, mouth into the brain, the brain has become a blank. Very quiet, very detailed, no pain, no right and wrong, I like that feeling. When I was a child, if you didn't reach over the bamboo pole, I might have drowned. It's also good to finish in a similar stream this time. Just when he thought he was about to be liberated, grandfather Zhang's words suddenly struck through the chaotic brain like lightning. He said that he saw a love story in a county map. The story took place in a small town full of bamboo. There were two pictures in the town. He wanted to see them all the time, but he realized his long cherished wish. But in his final life, he had no chance to see it. I don't want him to have regrets, and I don't want him to think of another world. He will accuse me and scold me for not cherishing my life enough I struggled ashore and fainted on the shore. When I woke up two days later, I saw Zhang Qing and Uncle Wang... " The two also gave her rare warmth, just like the taxi driver who only met two years ago.

"I should thank them! Thank them for being with you when you are in such pain and need company. And I know nothing about it. " Zhang lingshuo's eyes flashed with remorse.

"You don't have to blame yourself. You didn't fall in love with me at that time, it's not your fault. I'm not smart enough, I don't know what to do to get into your heart. And looking back, I should also thank you for giving me this time, meeting Zhang Qing and Uncle Wang, and giving me a friendship and kinship that I have never had before. "

"Silly girl..." Zhang lingshuo has nothing to say. Who is the fool who dares to say that she is stupid? She is more transparent than anyone. She is always so straightforward and tolerant. How can a fool be so smart?

"I'm a silly girl." Ling Shuo turns his hand around the screen and gives you a surprise

Zhang lingshuo's mouth was filled with a strong smile, and she was the leader. He was not curious about the surprise she said. Instead, he kept his eyes on her smiling face. For him, her happiness was more important than anything.

"Don't look at me. Look there." Mo Huijian Zhang lingshuo's sight has been glued on her face, and her little face turns red. He pointed to the picture on the wall.

Bright light shines on the bamboo mat picture with hundreds of years of precipitation.

Zhang lingshuo's eyes were fixed. The painting he had been looking for and the painting he was looking for for for her grandfather was in her hands. They had already realized grandfather's long cherished wish.

Eyes in the scroll of the small table stagnation, beautiful eyes suddenly dazzling ecstasy, ecstasy after a burst of hard to suppress heartache.

"Mo Hui..." Her name, he now only know the language, "can not so love me? Love me less, will you

Can she love him less? Love a little less, at least he can also a little more.

"I love you, I never hide. Now, I still want to say, Zhang lingshuo, I love you! This life, love you, is my responsibility, this responsibility, I will never borrow the hand of others Mo Hui's small face is full of firmness, and his tone is also very firm.

"I know. Mo Hui, thank you for loving me Zhang lingshuo eased her hips and held her in his arms, shaking all over.

This woman, this woman who is so persistent that he is deeply distressed.

"I'm sorry! I almost forgot that I love you, not because you are good or bad to me, just because you are just you. Love you, is a matter of my own, sometimes it will have nothing to do with you Mo fell in love with him so much that he hugged his waist with both hands.

Tears, and quietly seize the eye.

"How can it be irrelevant? Mo Hui, do you know how much I appreciate meeting you in this life? Thank God so much for giving me a fat, straight, stupid girl? " Zhang lingshuo's eyes were burning, and he was kissing her white hair with pity.

"Do you think grandfather Zhang would like me like this?" Mo Hui suddenly became uneasy, and she didn't look like the Mo Hui that grandfather Zhang knew.

"He must like his little Mohui very much, but I think he hopes his little Mohui can be more willful, selfish, crying and noisy. Only in this way can people who love her love her and protect her. " He said softly.

“……” Don't wet your eyes with tears. You can't speak for a moment.

"Zhang lingshuo used to be too stupid to cherish. Now, I will use the eyes of a man who loves you to appreciate and dote on such a woman. " He said.

"Well." Mo Hui nodded in his arms.

"Good boy! You gave me a big gift from my grandfather, and my grandfather asked me to give you a gift. " At the end of the speech, he took out a brocade handkerchief with exquisite embroidery from his coat pocket. The face of the handkerchief was blue.

Mo Hui looked at the handkerchief in his hand, and her heart beat like a drum. She was familiar with this handkerchief, and knew that she had several years to take it out every day to see it several times, so that she could settle down.

Zhang lingshuo's mouth is filled with a gentle smile, and his pure black eyes are also stained with a touch of warmth.The bamboo like long finger gently turns over the blue brocade handkerchief to reveal the round green jade bracelet. The bracelet body is pure and round. It lies quietly on the blue satin handkerchief and is extremely beautiful in the clear light.

"Will you bring it for me?" Zhang lingshuo seemed to ask easily, but he was tense and waiting for her reply.

The bracelet is so big that she can't wear it now, but it is of great significance.

Mo Hui looks at the bracelet. The man once took it off her hand, so he knows what the bracelet means to her. Now he gives it to her again. She knows what it means.

How could she refuse.

"I will! Zhang lingshuo, I do! " Mo Hui answered clearly, stretched out his arm and let him put it on for her.

The bracelet is very cold, but also with his temperature, not directly cool to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I almost forgot my first love for you. I'm sorry! If I had been smarter and didn't do something that you didn't like, you wouldn't have been so unhappy. I'm sorry! I think I've been pestering you for more than ten years, but I think I've sacrificed a lot. I think you owe me all day. I've never thought about your feelings. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. " Mo Hui repeatedly apologized. She entered a strange circle. She loved him very much. Why did she love him so much that she pushed the people she loved into despair silently.

Love him, why hurt him?

How can you blame him for his boredom? If she had been more intelligent and knew his taboos and dislikes, they would have been able to avoid detours for more than ten years, wouldn't they?

"No, I'm sorry, really! That's fine! Really, Mo Hui, without the personal care during this period of time, I will never know what you paid in those years, and I will never know how safe it is to love someone. " Zhang lingshuo comforted me in a soft voice.

Is he praying for better results? The woman who gave everything for him even said sorry to him.

This silly girl, if he can't recover all her life, will she live alone all her life? Thinking that she did have such a plan before, she hugged her with heartache and happiness.

"Is it?"

"Well. Grandfather said you are God's favorite, in fact, he said wrong, I am God's favorite, because there are people like you who love me

"Well." She nodded softly, with a clean smile on her small face.

**

front building.

Wu Yucan raises his quilt, changes his clothes, goes to Zhang lingshuo's door, raises his hand to knock, and thinks that he should take care of Mo Hui in the back building at this time. He takes back his hand and turns to go downstairs.

The small hall downstairs is quite lively.

"Zhang Qing girl, the more you make this steamed bun, the more you have the taste of your boss." A townsman said vaguely, still eating.

"If you don't learn, my boss's skills will be handed down." Zhang Qing's laughter rang out like a silver bell.

Wu Yucan smiles at the sound. The girl is still so cheerful, her temperament is very well protected.

"That's true. Is the boss any better? It's cold recently, and it doesn't aggravate the disease any more?" The human relationship in the city is cold. Although the money in the small town is less, everyone is more sincere and caring.

"No. Now the recovery is good. " Zhang Qing replied.

"Good." Then the guests continued to eat.

See Wu Yucan downstairs, Zhang Qing quickly turned around, she did not know how to face him.

"Girl, help me cook a bowl of flour!" Wu Yucan cleared his throat and tried to talk like they did seven years ago. If he hadn't had memories, he would have forgotten the way he used to talk.

Time always whets people, either the appearance changes or the inner changes.

It's the same with him. Seven years ago, his life was oppressive. It was his own. His father was busy getting rid of the pain of losing his wife and focusing all his attention on his work. Home has become a dispensable place for father.

He can only force himself to study, live and communicate as usual, and his achievements are still as good as his mother's in the world, and his life is well organized. But he understood that his heart was broken and could never be mended. Even when Aunt May brought Mel in, he was calm and tolerant.

Just because his mother told him when she died that she wanted him to take care of his father.

However, no matter how tough a teenager is, he can't feel that his father is shared by a woman who is not his mother. His father's love is only shared by a younger sister.

Zhang Qing is one of his accidents. He also lost his mother.

At first he thought that he treated her like a sister. After she left, he knew that he loved her as much as his mother loved his father. He doesn't need that kind of love. It's too destructive. He can't afford it!

In order to forget, he chose to linger in the flowers, disguised with yuppie mask.

The longer the camouflage, the more people can see, the more clear and sweet the face is, the clearer the heart is, until it can not be ignored.But after wearing the mask for a long time, it's not easy to take it off.

Just like now, this girl is in front of us, busy in the small kitchen. He didn't say anything except the abrupt hug he met yesterday afternoon. Years, or with a share of estrangement.

Maybe he is the same as Zhang lingshuo, maybe they are totally opposite.