The early spring sunshine is very warm, his eyelashes fall two shadows in the eyelids, making him look more gloomy.
There was a light dust floating in the air, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, even Zhao Siqing pushed the door in without feeling.
Zhao Siqing sighed and closed the door to the bed.
"How can I get angry again?" She stopped by the bed and watched him whisper.
Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen stared for a few seconds, slowly looked up at her.
Huo Jingchen's lips moved slightly, as if to say something. After a while, he held her tightly in his arms and said slowly, "I think you don't want me."
Zhao Siqing looked at him silently and reached out to touch his hair.
Huo Jingchen smelled the light fragrance on her body, and held her waist tighter. His head was in her arms and his eyes were sour: "never break up."
Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds. He looked at him and asked softly, "why can't you see me?"
Why does Mingming bear so hard, but still alienate her.
Smell speech, Huo Jingchen's body rigid a few minutes, slowly looked up to Zhao Siqing did not make a sound.
Her eyes were as gentle as ever, and there was a little more gentleness and connivance when she looked at him.
Huo Jingchen slowly let go of her. He tightened his big hand a little bit, and the sinews on the back of his hand were all around.
Zhao Siqing's hand lightly covers his, and Wen says, "I don't want to say it."
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and he looked at her for a long time and said slowly, "if One day you find that you hate me very much. Can you give me another chance? "
Zhao Siqing is in a trance. This is the second time he asked about this topic.
"Give me another chance, don't leave." Huo Jingchen opened his mouth slowly and his voice was hoarse.
Zhao Siqing looked at the sincerity in the man's eyes, and her heart ached. She said softly, "OK."
To get the answer, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes and looked relaxed.
He pulled Zhao Siqing into his arms, hugged her tightly and said, "let me hold her."
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing let him hold it like this, and didn't speak again.
After a long time, Huo Jingchen whispered, "I'm afraid. I'm afraid you can see the man in your dream."
Zhao Siqing was speechless for a few seconds.
Huo Jingchen's voice was low and dumb, with a shaking that was hard to detect: "you The man in the dream is me. "
Zhao Siqing was frozen and looked up at him slowly.
Huo Jingchen's lips are light, black eyes look at her directly, and the hands that fall on her waist will imprison her more tightly, for fear that she will leave him in the next moment.
Zhao Siqing was a little confused.
She didn't doubt that he was the one in the dream But how does he know it's him?
Is it true that Those things really happened.
Fragmentary dreams turned into fragments, which appeared alternately in Zhao Siqing's mind.
He locked her in bed, he locked her in the villa.
He held her, he kissed her.
They quarrel, they love each other, they are warm to each other, but they hurt each other.
Until She died
Zhao Siqing suddenly remembered the night when she raised her gun and killed herself. He held her in his arms and cried like a child. Across the dreams, she was heartbroken and almost suffocated.
Zhao Siqing's brain was in a mess, her fingertips were cold, and she looked at the man in front of her.
"Those Not a dream? " Zhao Siqing spoke in a low voice, a little trance.
Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes, his voice was bitter, and answered slowly, "yes."
"What is that?"