Chapter 416： Marry you, i can't wait (1)

He took a deep look at her, did not ask what was inside, but took it, his fingers untied the thread wound around the folder.

After that, I opened the kraft paper folder and saw the contents.

At the moment he saw it, Lu Xiao's body was shocked.

The movements in his hands froze at that moment.

He slowly looked away and looked at Wen Xian.

The deepened smile on Wen Xian's lips gradually faded away. She looked at him and said gently and seriously:

"Lu Xiao, to marry you, I can't wait."

On this day, the sun is just right.

Wen Xian and him stood at the intersection of Siheyuan Alley in Beijing.

Busy traffic and fireworks on earth are vividly reflected in this city.

What Lu Xiao held in her hand was nothing but her household registration book.

She mailed the hukou book from Shanghai, and was about to come and collect the certificate from him.

Lu Xiao: "..."

At that moment, he couldn't say anything.

Just pulled her over and hugged her tightly.

Her arms tightened, and her household registration book was also tightened.

Finally, he dropped a kiss on her forehead, then spoke again, his voice a little more muffled, he said:

"Wen Xian, you give me your whole life, and I won't let you lose."

Wen Xian: "..."

She did not speak, just pressed against his chest and smiled softly.

She believes in him, always believes.

She didn't know how long Lu Xiao would stay in Beijing, maybe there was not much time left.

But she thought that after she finished filming the scene, she would take a good rest for a while, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, and go to Qinghai to find him.

Find a comfortable place for yourself, bask in the sun every day, read a book, cook food, and--

Wait for him, come back.

...

In a small apartment.

As usual, she took a shower, dried her hair, and took care of everything in the room properly.

The location near the balcony is filled with all kinds of flowers, receiving the sunlight.

She sat at the table in the room and wrote the thousand and third diary.

This day is the third anniversary of his death.

Opening a piece of diary, she wrote:

"Ayan, are you okay over there? Time flies quickly. You are already thirty years old. Do you remember the day we first met..."

There are hundreds of words written in Junxiu's font.

And today.

She turned over that page, wrote down, and wrote only one sentence.

She writes slowly but firmly.

Today seems to be no different from every day before.

After writing that sentence, she slowly got up.

...

The wind passed through the window and through the fluttering curtains. At some unknown time, the chair made a bang in the bedroom.

It seems to have fallen to the ground.

The wind was a bit strong, and the diary on the table was rustling, and the pages opened quickly.

It's like looking back at the past thousand and three days, every day is like the end of a memory three years ago...

Finally, the diary opened to the last page, with only one sentence on it:

Ayan...I have come to see you.

...

In her bedside table, there is also a small medicine bottle with paroxetine hydrochloride written on it.

Specialized treatment, depression.

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"Card-pass!"

When the last scene of Wen Xian was finished, the whole person was still trapped in it for a long time, unable to extricate himself.

Her crying eyes were red and swollen, so Ling and her assistant hurriedly came over and took a tissue to wipe her.

Not far away, a man stood motionless.