As we got off the plane, snowflakes floated in the sky.

Huo CI drives.

Nangong Lengyu sleeps in front of the co pilot.

Huo CI saw her asleep, afraid that she would catch cold, set the temperature in the car to the highest, or afraid that she was cold, stopped the car on the side of the road, took off his coat to cover her.

"You are very kind to your girlfriend," whispered the master

Huo CI a record, coldly look at the past.

Shit, lame eyes, right? This old man, old eyes dim, still girlfriend, when did little white face become a girl?

The master of magic stick was very proud of paying for his gold master. He continued: "young man, as a person who came here, I advise you not to do anything secretly, but to let her know that sometimes women only believe what they see."

Huo CI is too lazy to pay attention to him. What kind of look is that? Men and women can be divided wrongly. I don't expect him to see a doctor for Dongfang Chu. He is such an old fool. What kind of disease can he see.

You should not teach her good experience in face to face

No matter what he did all the way, the young man was always ferocious to other girls. Even if he knew that he meant well, he couldn't like it. He had a bad temper.

Huo CI listened to him, a little girl, but he was too lazy to correct him. The rest of his eyes, from time to time, looked at the people who were sleeping very well beside him. His eyes were deep.

Shit.

Little white face, this delicate flesh, red lips and white teeth, no wonder that the old eyes mistook her for a woman.

On that day, the biggest snow fell in the capital in decades.

Dongfang Chu's illness, the old man who invited the magic stick had no way. After practicing the Dharma, he only said, "each man has his own destiny, and he can't be forced to ask for it.".

Huo CI sent the old man to the airport, the snow has not reached the calf.

Before the old man left, he stopped him and looked at him with great care and said: "young man, life is changeable, the age of love should be vigorous and vigorous. Hold on to the present, and don't wait to lose it to regret."

Huo CI listened to his words and stopped. When he turned back, the old man had disappeared in the vast sea of people.

On that day, Dongfang Chu still failed to survive. Her life was always at the age of 20, the best age.

Huo CI accompanied Nangong Lengyu and watched her leave the world.

For the first time, he knew that the original human life was so fragile that it was vulnerable to a blow, and his life was so changeable that he was a good person. After less than a few months of hard work, he said that it would be gone.

He suddenly understood the meaning of the old man. Maybe he shouldn't hesitate, he shouldn't be hesitating. He should like to like it. He should see his heart clearly. If he loves a person, love is love. It has nothing to do with gender.

During the funeral of the eastern Chu, Nangong Lengyu was always with her. As her best friend, she would accompany her to the end of her life.

"Eat something." Huo CI squatted beside her and handed her a piece of chocolate.

Nangong Lengyu shook his head and didn't want to eat anything. He 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 and kept vigil for three days, this was the first night. How could she survive without eating or drinking.

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