Chapter 607

But Li Rong's "sorry" made Huang Xing daydream.

Why did she suddenly say sorry when she heard that Fu Jie was coming?

Among them, there may be a kind of unspeakable psychology. Or does she feel that her sudden appearance has affected the relationship between Huang Xing and Fu Jie?

Huiteng car drove closer and closer, pulled over, and the light gradually dimmed. When the engine was turned off, Fu Jie pushed the door open and got out of the car.

Every time she appears, it's a legend.

Even if it's just an action of getting off the bus, it looks like an advertising image endorsement that has been carefully trimmed many times, perfect to the extreme.

Fu Jie lightly walked to Huang Xing's face, which looked a little tired, but pretended to be relaxed all the time. The face of the country and the city, without suspense to talk about her beauty.

"You... You're here." Huang Xing said hello nervously, but he felt that when he was face to face with the goddess, he was at a loss.

Fu Jie raised her wrist and looked at the time: I can keep half an hour for you.

Huang Xing suddenly Leng for a while, this simple sentence, but virtually stabbed Huang Xing's heart. If love is constrained by time too much, is it still love? True love, there is no time and space limit! As soon as Fu Jie came, he gave a definition of time, which made Huang Xing feel very uncomfortable being detained.

Fu Jie took a look around, said: your community environment is good, if in spring, spring flowers, must be very beautiful.

Zodiac: so we... Walk in the community?

Fu Jie nodded slightly: Yes.

After she finished, she changed her direction and headed in front. Huang Xing followed her thoughtfully and stood shoulder to shoulder with Fu Jie.

To be sure, even at the time of first meeting, Huang Xing didn't feel so much pressure. On the contrary, after several years together, in front of Fu Jie, he was a little out of breath. He felt as if his heart was being pressed hard by the pressure pump, with high load and high operation.

He took a cigarette in his mouth and took a good puff. Huang Xing turns to look at Fu Jie. At night, she is quiet and elegant. Her bright eyes reflect bursts of brilliance under the light of street lamps. As if, tonight's stars and the moon, because she was terrified of the world, just deliberately hide, dare not show up.

Fu Jie said casually: Er, you are more and more addicted to smoking.

"It's ok..." Huang Xing perfunctory way: this thing, not addiction, is actually a kind of sustenance, a habit.

Fu Jie said: this habit can be abandoned completely.

Huang Xing nodded, but immediately shook his head: some habits can not be thrown away. For example, smoking. For example, my feelings for you... My feelings for you.

Fu Jie suddenly Leng for a moment, a hand pinched in the waist, the Yellow Star Army: you put it together, is to tell me, I like tobacco, are a bad thing, right.

Huang Xing said: I don't think so! But Fu Jie, do you know that when there is a problem in our relationship, the way I take is to try my best to repair and recover. I don't think we should continue the cold war. Now you, and before you, just a little different.

"Do you have any?" Fu Jie asked: I'm still me. I know I don't laugh. But I haven't changed.

Huang Xing said thoughtfully: maybe. Maybe it's just my illusion.

He tried to reach for Fuji's hand to experience the intimacy he had not seen for a long time. After several times of testing, it seems that the atmosphere is not mature.

Fu Jie holds up her arms. Her light footsteps seem to be the sexiest melody in this starrless and moonless night. There was a faint fragrance on her body, which must be the best smell in the world.

Huang Xing soon reveled in it.

This is a kind of taste that he is very familiar with. This kind of taste is exclusive to Fu Jie, which can't be copied or imitated by others.

They stopped by a small fountain in the community and looked at the quiet water in front of them. The light waves had already lost the surging of the day. During the day, the fountain will be accompanied by music melody, put out a variety of shapes, spray out a variety of heights. It's like playing a concert in a narcissistic way. It's full of enthusiasm and water. But in the evening, tired of a day of water, quiet sleep, as if to the world of all, are not interested.

Is the quiet sound of water the purr in its dream?

Fu Jie suddenly said: the water must be very cold. I think it's freezing, isn't it?

Huang Xing bent down, picked up a handful of water, quietly felt its temperature, shook his head: not too cold.

Fu Jie took a breath and said: I haven't had this kind of leisure for a long time. I'll waste a lot of time watching a pool of winter water. The spring water, which is dug and created artificially, is as smooth and comfortable as the river water in nature. It's like being restrained. You don't dare to flow freely. Otherwise, you will encounter the wall everywhere and the cold stone brick.

Shit! Huang Xing couldn't help being stunned! Although Fu Jie looks at the Wang spring water in front of her with a negative attitude, Huang Xing is surprised by her poetic style.

Huang Xing can't help refuting Fu Jie's point of view: maybe this is the rule. No rules, no square. If, as you said, let them flow freely like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, they will be free, but how many floods and disasters will they bring to the world. The fundamental reason for human beings to control it is not to restrain them, but to prevent them from doing whatever they want and making trouble everywhere.

Fu Jie suddenly seemed to be aware of something and asked with great interest: by the way, your hometown seems to live on the edge of the Yellow River, right?

Huang Xing nodded: you have been with me, how, forget?

Fu Jie stressed: did not forget. The Yellow River is really beautiful. The sand on the Bank of the Yellow River is also amazing.

Zodiac: I'll take you to review the scenery of the Yellow River one day.

Fu Jie shook his head: beautiful things, the best way is to recall and yearn, not to experience. Especially the experience of the beautiful, when you want to have it the second time, it is not as beautiful as imagined.

She has a look of emotion.

But there is no doubt that Fu Jie's hazy words seem to contain profound philosophy of life.

But Huang Xing always felt that this philosophy seemed to indicate other things.

Is the love between myself and Fu Jie just a kind of memory and yearning?

Huang Xing is more and more aware of the feeling of being near but far away. The beloved goddess is by his side, but he does not dare to hold hands with her. The beauty of the past, but as this irreversible time, gone with the wind?

Fu Jie squatted down and carefully gazed at the quiet spring in front of her. Her eyes seemed to resonate with the clear water. She stretched out her hand, as if to touch it, and worried that she would be hurt by the cold.

Huang Xing seems to have summoned up a lot of courage to hold her hand in a flash.

Precision, precision, amazing.

Only Huang Xing himself can realize how much frustration and yearning are placed between this hand in hand, and how many sleepy days and nights are placed.

Fu Jie was startled, hand back to draw: you... What are you doing?

Hold, the yellow star will no longer loosen. He was afraid that once he let go, his beloved would never come back.

Fu Jie looks at Huang Xing with some formality. She seems to be familiar with the warmth of being wrapped in a moment. His hand is very strong, the slight warmth, let her really feel a special voice.

Fortunately, she didn't resist any more.

There is a little comfort in Huang Xing's heart, which means that their love has not reached the point where there is no medicine to cure.

Fu Jie stood up and her hand was still in Huang Xing's hand. She took a deep breath and said: I always feel that it's sunny today. Why is there no moon.

This words from Fu Jie mouth say, as if some people feel incredible.

Huang Xing smiles indifferently: that's because the moon is afraid of you.

Fu Jie asked: what are you afraid of me? I'm not a monkey. I want to catch the moon.

Huang Xing chuckles, and Fu Jie always shows off with a cold image, but once she becomes humorous, it is the most artistic humor in the world. Huang Xing gently shakes Fu Jie's little hand: the night without the moon is the most romantic night. The old idiom of "shut the moon and shame the flowers" is obviously inappropriate to describe you. Because in my heart, you will always be the best thing in the world, no, the universe... The best pursuit.

Poetic!

However, after Huang Xing's endless poetry, he almost let it slip, describing Fu Jie as "the most beautiful thing.". Fortunately, he stopped and changed his mouth in time, otherwise it would be blasphemous.

Fu Jie's mouth twitched slightly: you are always so glib. You know, I always wanted to

With that, she suddenly stopped.

Huang Xing asked: what do you always want to do?

Fu Jie shook her head gently: forget it, no more. The reason why I promised to come to you tonight. Because I figured out a lot of things.

Huang Xing is a little worried. What Fu Jie said is that he already has some answers that don't meet his expectations. Huang Xing did not have the courage to ask: what things have you figured out?

Fu Jie bit her lip lightly and said, "maybe I'm too harsh on you.

Huang Xing was stunned!

On hearing this, he wanted to straighten up, face to face, hold Fu Jie affectionately, and tell her that you are too harsh on me.

But he can't!

But it seems to mean that love has changed?

But Huang Xing still pretended to be modest and said: No, No. It's mainly me. I'm too disheartened to let you down. In fact, I always want to be the most reliable person in your mind, but... But every time I always make things self defeating, let you misunderstand, make you unhappy.

Fu Jie sighed softly: maybe it's all God testing me! Huang Xing thought, which is testing you, obviously testing me! Fu Jie suddenly looked up at Huang Xing and asked: do you... Do you hate me now? Huang Xing is more a Zheng, how can she suddenly have such a question?