Chapter 242

She said at the end, sobbing, the thin shoulder on his knee was shaking violently, and the tears could not stop pervading wantonly, wetting Meng shaoting's clothes, his hands were stiff on her hair, and the pain in her chest was like the tide..

"Don't talk about static knowledge." His voice was a little shaky, he wanted to smile and wipe her tears, but his lips were shaking and his hands were shaking badly. He just wanted to cut off the swollen and swollen hands.

"Let me say it. Let me say it in its original form. Shao Ting When I left two years ago, I told myself in my heart, forgive you, forgive your unintentional mistakes so many years ago, and even, I forgive you for everything you did at my wedding with Shaoxuan, but you and I are really over. Shaoting, I signed the divorce agreement, and you and I are over. It's over, and we can't go back. Shaoting ! I can't go back. I don't love you anymore. It took me so long to forget you and not love you any more. Please don't drag me into the world again, OK? "

She suddenly raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes without blinking. The tears fell from the dark eyes, one by one, on his heart.

She really had no feelings for him. Even if she took the comb he sent, even if he was ill, she came to see him, even if she smiled politely at him, it could not explain anything. It was his own fantasy, it was his wishful thinking, nothing to do with her.

"Well, well, I promise you, it's over, we're done, it's over." He nodded and smiled pale. Then, he reached out and held her face, but suddenly lowered his head and kissed her tears, which were salty, bitter and begging.

Jingzhi slowly closes her eyes, a series of tears roll down under the dark eyelashes, his lips cover her eyes, gently kisses off all her tears, Jingzhi does not hide, nor resist, she just slowly raises her head, the trembling lips slide over a line of tears, and his lips also fall down, hesitated for a long time, finally, covered her.

Jingzhi shivers all over, her eyelashes tremble for a long time, but she doesn't open her eyes.

He kissed her, but only touched her lips.

Meng shaoting feels that his heart seems to be half collapsed somewhere. He finally wants to let go. From then on, he stays in city a and never comes back. From then on, she lived the life she wanted, and there would be no life for him. They could only be strangers.

"Jingzhi, you should be good. If one day you find someone you like and you marry someone, don't let me know."

He gently let her go, but still held her in his arms.

Jingzhi nods. She doesn't know why she is so sad in her heart. She doesn't know why her tears can't stop. She doesn't know how she suddenly misses his arms. She even wants him to hold her for a while. She wants to remember his taste.

The familiar taste of smoke hasn't changed in seven years. The familiar taste of Gulong water hasn't changed since that summer ten years ago. The familiar temperature of his lips, from their first kiss to tonight, is still a deep memory.

She loved him for so many years, almost once to free herself. She was afraid, deeply afraid. It was too hard, too hard to love someone like that.

She can't bear it. She's not an ignorant girl of seventeen or eighteen. She doesn't have the qualification to put all her eggs in one basket. She doesn't have the courage to love a man with a single voice.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

She suddenly felt that the time was too fast, the night was too short, and the moonlight was too cold and desolate.

And he held her, and she was still in his arms.

She wants to let herself forget the hatred in the past, forget that she is Fu Jingzhi, forget that he is Meng shaoting, forget that she married his brother. Brother, forget that she is a mother, just this night, just these two hours, finally, let go of herself once.

Backhand around him, her face on his chest, the blue night, the Big Dipper in line, and the Orion constellation is about to move to the north direction.

"Do you see Orion?" Static know no tears, she suddenly turned around, pointed to him to see the stars in the sky.

"Where is it?" He hugged her, put his jaw on the top of her hair, and asked softly. He felt in a trance that they were like a pair of young men and women in love.

And he likes this feeling. He was a ruthless and indifferent man. He lived in his thirties and never tried what kind of happiness ordinary fireworks would be.

"You look north, see? There are three bright stars in a whole row, that is, the hunter waist. The jewel on it. "

Meng shaoting's long eyebrows extended slightly, and his lips smiled warmly. He held out his hand and pointed to the sky, but the direction slightly deviated: "is it there?"

She looked at his fingertips like a child, frowned, and waved her hand: "no, no, a little more to the left. Do you see that? Three stars in a row, very bright and bright. "

"Here?" His fingers moved a little more, but he skipped Orion.

She was in a bit of a hurry. She tooted her lips like a child desperately trying to show her beautiful toy to her little friend.

"It's here. You've missed it again." She simply took his hand and corrected his direction.

Her hands are cool, but greasy and moist. His heart seems to be suddenly hit by someone, and the feeling of soreness sweeps the whole body instantly.

She holds his hand. She holds his hand.

"If Orion moves to the south, it's new year's day. When I was a child, I expected it to move to the south."

The vision of her face, crescent eyes have bright bright light, she thought of her own childhood, only the father and the garden of childhood.

"Do you like Chinese new year very much?"

He asked in a soft voice, holding her fingers in reverse, ten fingers crossed, infinite intimacy.

"Yes, my father is usually very busy. I often don't see him for months and months. When I was a child, I was very vain. When I saw my sister and sister wearing beautiful clothes, I was envious. But my father must be at home. When my father is at home, he will take me to buy many good things I want at ordinary times. So I am looking forward to the new year's Eve. My father will accompany me from New Year's Eve Until the Lantern Festival, my favorite food is tangyuan. My father always takes me out to eat. We don't go to big hotels or famous brand stores. My father took me through several alleys to eat yuanxiao in a shabby little restaurant. It's delicious. I can eat twenty of them at a time, and then put down my bowl and start crying. "

She suddenly smiled, but she covered her mouth with shyness. Her eyes were as bright as the hunter's waist. She took the shining jewels with her.

He also smiled, and the smile was really good-looking, and his face was close to her, his arms were around her waist, she was leaning on his arms, there was no gap between them.

"Why do you cry? Isn't the Lantern Festival delicious? " He asked curiously, listening to her say so many words, warm soft talk, it's really happiness.

She looked at him with a smile on the corner of her eyes, which was very charming.

Then I couldn't help chuckle out: "I'm crying, I eat so much, my stomach is bulging, how can the new skirt my father bought be put on tomorrow's new year's day? That's the latest dress from Paris, but it's made by my waist. "

He also smiled and kissed her with a smile: "what a silly little girl."

Jingzhi gradually stopped smiling and lowered her head. Her hair slipped on her shoulders and wound on his knees.

His heart beat so hard that he remembered that one of the few poems he would recite.

In the old days, if you didn't comb your hair, your hair would cover your shoulders, and your wrists would stretch out on Lang's knees, where could you not be pitiful?

He felt that his affliction was flooding out like a flood. He couldn't bear it and couldn't control it. He wrapped his arms around her, so tight that she could hardly breathe, but she didn't want to move, she didn't want to move.

Don't dislike me, don't hate me, don't say disgusting me, don't resist me, don't push me away.

He closed his eyes. The pain around his eyes was painful. His chaotic mind seemed to be a little clear.

The bright moon can witness that he may love her.

, "my father went back to me with my back. I didn't know when to go to the quiet garden. When I opened my eyes, I was in my little bed. On the pillow, there were neat neat clothes on the pillow. The two were exactly the same, one was the original size, the other was a slightly wider one inch new dress. I was very happy. I jumped with laughter and changed into a new dress. My father saw me happy. Joy's beard is also up and down, and Jing Jing Yi is envious to death. However, she dare not come to steal my new clothes as usual, because my father loves me the most, and no one is allowed to be a little bad to me. "

Jingzhi's tears fell again. She moved slightly in his arms, bent down, and fell on his knees. Her voice became stuffy.

"On the day when my father left, I insisted on buying dumplings for me. I sat in the car and watched my father's tall body walk on the snow. Then, without saying a word, he lay on the snow. He had no breath and temperature. I cried and shouted desperately. I dragged him hard and tried to pull him to the car, but I was useless. I didn't Strength, I even, still put my child... "

"Quiet knowledge!" He suddenly called her name, and she looked up at him in confusion: "Shao Ting? You know what? My father died, and so did my children. I didn't take it off, I didn't take it off. "

"Jingzhi..." He looked at her sadly, reached for her, kissed her on the forehead, and murmured painfully, "Jingzhi, it's gone, it's gone, don't think about it, don't think about it, OK?"

She seems to have been a little absorbed, but her eyes are still a little dull. She looks at a point stupidly, her eyes are very big and bright, but there is no tears.

"I heard the child crying and hissing. His little hand grabbed my stomach and didn't want to come out. But at last, he turned into a pool of blood. I even saw his little hand that was about to be shaped. He had not been for five months, but it was gone, gone, gone..."

Her body was soft, soft in his arms, and his tears finally came down. He felt ten times more painful than her.

"I often dream of him. He is giggling and crawling on the ground. He is very cute. His eyebrows and eyes are like you, his mouth and nose are like me. He always reaches out for me to hold him, and then suddenly disappears. I am just one