Chapter 295

Shen Beicheng sneered at this, but Meng shaoting frowned. He closed his eyes slightly in the dim box and leaned on the sofa. He was a little stiff and tight. Do you think you can stop it if you say you can't let it go?

Sometimes, you even lose the qualification to hold the other person's hand.

Why Jie didn't say anything more, but left in a hurry. After a few cups of wine, Shenbei City stood up hesitantly, as if speaking again.

"Shaoting, go back."

Meng shaoting gave a wry smile. He waved his hand slightly and signaled Shen Beicheng to go first. His heart became more and more empty. They could all go back to the woman who made them mad after venting. However, he didn't even have the courage to go back.

Shen Beicheng saw that he was in a trance, but he didn't want to say anything more. He had to persuade him to go back in a hurry. Qingqiu's illness became more and more serious day by day. He couldn't really ignore her.

Meng shaoting was sitting alone in the box. When he was just leaving the North City, the noise and light seemed to come in through the crack of the door. But it was only a moment. Everything was quiet again. It was too quiet. He felt lonely and painful and began to enlarge it desperately. He played a song with the remote control. When the melody rang, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Ten years ago, I did not know you, you do not belong to me, we are still the same, around a stranger

Ten years later, we are friends. We can still greet each other, but we can't find a reason to hug any more

Eason Chan's singing can always directly touch the most vulnerable place in the bottom of one's heart. His deep frown can't help turning off the music and raising one hand to cover his eyes. He is completely in the dark in front of him, and only his own heartbeat is still.

It's only possible to be separated from her. After ten years, when I met her on the street, I could only say hello to each other with a smile. Then, she went on to the left, he went on to the right, into the boundless sea of people, calm as water on the face, but my heart was in tears, but I would never look back at each other 。

Just thinking about it, I feel the pain of heart breaking and lung breaking. This is not the outcome he wants, and this is not the fact he wants to happen.

He stood up, took his coat from one side of the sofa and went out of the box. A waiter came over attentively: "Meng Shao, do you need any service?"

He was drunk and confused. He just waved his hand and walked out along the long noisy corridor. The more he went out, the louder the voice of the people became. Everyone looked very happy. He laughed like a blooming flower. He felt that he could not stay in such an environment, but he was too embarrassed to let him go back. He simply went out and took the car, aimless in the street For a long time, he drove his car to the old house of Meng's house unconsciously.

After a long time, an old servant came to open the garden door. He looked at him curiously and perplexed. He left the car quietly and let the people behind him leave. He went straight up the stairs.

The study is still there, and the west window is still silent. He pushes the door to enter. The moonlight in the room is light and charming. It falls on the mahogany floor, like a layer of gauze. Without turning on the light, he goes into the room drunk and goes under the west window.

Half roll Xiang curtain half cover the door.

The window is only half opened, it seems to be ventilating, and the curtain is half opened. There is a book on the broad landing windowsill, the pages are Ling and scattered. If there is a wind, the pages will make a slight rustle, like the reader just left, keeping the appearance when she put them down.

When he stood there, he felt the pain in his eyes. He thought he was always hard hearted and would not let himself cry again easily since he remembered. But now, for some reason, looking at the empty room, the empty windowsill and the rolled books, he felt a sharp pain around his eyes.

Things are not things. Many years ago, she always loved to sit or lie here, reading quietly is a neglected beautiful landscape in his eyes. Now, the same moonlight, the same room, the same night, but she will not wait for him to come back as before, and she is no longer just dedicated to love his fu Jingzhi.

Although she is still quiet smile, although is still clear eyes looking at him, but she also built between them will never turn over the wall.

He felt that he had never been able to do anything in his life, and rolled his limbs.

When he closed the door and left, he walked to the spring unconsciously. The wind was rustling and the night fog was thick. When he came near, he realized that the water of the spring had dried up. The empty bottom of the pool was full of leaves and dust. He stood there for a long time in a daze, and then walked out quickly.

The distant lights flickered and dimmed, and he walked very fast. When he saw the garden keeper standing there looking at him with fear, he just put down a sentence hoarsely: "lock all here, and move out."

"Two little, two little, we always try our best..."

"I don't blame you. I'll rearrange my new job for you. I just want you to lock up this house first."

Unable to explain, he turned away and walked for a long time before he remembered that he didn't take the car. Then he turned back and took the car. He stayed alone on the quiet city street for a long time. When there was light in the East, he drove back to the park.

When he went back, the housekeeper had made the servant busy. The fresh milk from Ye's ranch was also placed on the table. When he saw the milk, he was in a trance and laughed at himself. This was because he went to Ye's ranch to select a healthy cow for him and Jing Zhi. He sent the fresh milk to him and Jing Zhi every day. It was just because, one day, the breakfast table On, Jingzhi recited. He was not used to the milk he sent. He said it was tasteless, so he fell in love.

But even if so, it's not the same as hiding from him now. His eyes are full of vigilance. He wants to be close and please, but he has no chance.

In his heart, he was very sad. Regardless of the surprise of the servants, he sat in the living room and smoked a cigarette. Since they lived together, he didn't smoke, because he was afraid of affecting her and her health. But he had let it go last night. He didn't care about letting it go again. Once, only after smoking twice, he still put out the cigarette butts and told the servants to open the windows to ventilate Smell of smoke. The wall clock on the wall points to seven o'clock. It's time for her to get up.

He was afraid of the embarrassment of meeting two people. After thinking for a while, when he heard a faint movement upstairs, he stood up and prepared to go out to the garden for a while, but her voice was already ringing, with thick hoarseness. His heart was soft and hard, and his eyelids were jumping all the time. He couldn't help it. He had turned around a few steps She was held in her arms in the past.

Her tears rolled down. Her red and swollen eyes were like two lovely peaches. She sobbed and hugged him. She refused to get up with her face on his chest.

His tears were uncontrollable, his arms locked her body. His body seemed to rub her into his body. He was shaking all over, his fingers were cold and frightening, but he did not care to hug her. After a long hug, he suddenly pushed her away, red eyes looking at her full of tears, frost and snow white face, and then He suddenly heard his voice, which was so affectionate.

"Jingzhi, I love you." He opened his mouth conscientiously, put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into her arms. She seemed to be silly. She was as stiff as a stone, just like a puppet, and allowed him to move. It seemed that she lost the ability to move. She could only look at him as numbly, looking at his haggard but handsome face, looking at his eyes as bright as the morning star, looking at his earnest words and sentences Tell her he loves her.

"Yes, I love you, Jingzhi." He repeated, smiling a little at the bottom of his eyes, but the smile had a crystal light.

"You Don't feel burdened. I just want to say it. I'm just worried that I won't have a chance to say it to you in the future. "

His smile is deeper, there are deep lines on the corners of his lips, depicting his tension. He holds her arm firmly. It's as hard as iron, and every inch of skin is shaking. She never knew that a man like him would have such a moment.

"You have breakfast, I'll take a bath..." He almost ran away and didn't dare to look at her face. Therefore, her bright and bright eyes, her delicate cheeks, and her lips were smiling. When she followed his figure, he didn't see the deep joy and gentleness in her eyes.