Chapter 301

Jingzhi stood there with one hand on the railing. Her face was gray. She was silent, but she clenched her teeth. It was quiet in the house, and the wind blew in the half open window. Her sweaty back was chilly for a while. She coughed for a few times, her lungs were aching, and her head was a little confused. It seemed that she had been ill in bed for a while Roots are starting to work again..

She knows all those principles, and she can understand them. If something like this happens to her, it may not be better than what he did, but it's the same thing that can't be relieved.

Even though they have deep feelings, they still have a deep abyss that can't be crossed. They continue to stay, continue to contradict, continue to struggle between his deep feelings and her hatred. They are too tired, too tired, let alone different. One day, Mrs. Meng can't tolerate him. She wants her to put her heart and soul in such a dangerous situation. She is a mother, How can I bear it?

But do you really go like this? She couldn't help but look around. Every beam and every wood was his work. Every table and chair was his sincerity to her. He did this for her, but what did she give him back? People's hearts are full of flesh. In the days when she sleeps with her neck crossed, she dares to say that she has no feelings for him?

But even so? He will not give up his parents for her and she will not ignore the different feelings for him.

Thinking of this, Jingzhi made up her mind little by little. She raised her head slowly, but her eyes were clear. Suddenly, a gust of wind came in, and the heavy curtain made hunting sound. And a vase could be placed on the table near the window. Then the flying curtain fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

The osmanthus in the vase is scattered all over the place, and the petals like millet are overturned in golden color, but the fragrance is more fragrant, gradually spreading throughout the room.

When she looked back, she saw that his low eyes fell on the golden yellow of the land, and the small petals were soon blown away by the wind, and could not be seen any more, and he sat frowning like that. He saw the green tendons on his forehead, but hung on his body. The fingers on both sides of his body were tightly clenched, holding the blue and white marks.

His jaw has a strong and hard arc, and his lips are tight. He purses them into firm lines, but his eyes are always steady. Just like the autumn scenery in the garden, which is full of sorrow that can't be covered, her heart is like being tightened by thin lines, which are wrapped in circles. The thin blood flows around her, which is painful. The fingers holding the railing suddenly tighten I was stabbed into my finger by a small and thin wooden thorn that came out at some time. When I asked her to take back her hand, I gave a low cry of pain, and there were small blood beads like coral beads on the pale fingertips.

There was a pain in her nostrils, and she went to see him subconsciously, but his eyes just stopped on her hands, as if he had forced them to move in the past.

She had a tight throat, like a wad of cotton, which made her speechless.

Her eyes and eyelashes were steaming with mist. She saw him turn his face to one side and only give her half a silhouette. She couldn't help but felt her heart tighten. Even the blood beads on her hands were still pouring out. She stepped upstairs with a bite of teeth.

When she moved, his eyes followed, but he saw only a sharp and stubborn thin flash past. He heard a deep sigh in his heart. In front of him, she seemed to be particularly easily angry, especially stubborn, especially stubborn, especially cranky

If she is willing, like in front of Shaoxuan, if she is willing to share her attitude towards Shaoxuan with him a little bit, how can he and she waste most of their time on quarrels and estrangements?

He stood up and went upstairs, but there was movement on the second floor. He looked up and his heart tightened.

She came out of the bedroom with a small handbag and a half luggage bag. She went downstairs with her head down carefully. Her face was calm as water, her eyebrows were clear, and there was no disturbance between her actions. She went downstairs without looking at him. She went straight through the living room and walked out of the building.

Not lying on her shoulder, he seemed to be awake a little bit. He looked at him with round eyes, some doubted and some curious. He bit his thumb and didn't make a sound even when he sucked it. He was cute and lovely. Those eyes were just a copy of Shaoxuan.

His heart pain was unbearable, as if he had been stabbed by countless sharp silver needles. She was as she had been when she signed the divorce agreement. Her back was straight, she did not look askance, and she had no nostalgia. She stepped out of his sight step by step.

And seven years ago, he watched her go, indifference, let her figure melt in the boundless darkness, from then on, it is very close, and then looking back, all is boundless regret. Now, the old story reappears, just like the situation of that year, does he still want to let himself regret another seven years?

But how many more seven years? He has already passed thirty, and she is not a young girl. Do you have to wait until her hair turns white to hold her hand?

In my mind, my body has been chasing out uncontrollably, but there is no edge of falling wood. Where is her figure in the quiet and deep garden?

The sky is cut into irregular shapes by tall buildings or ancient trees. The place where the eyes can see is the blue and blue stones. The sunlight falls on the ground through the branches and leaves, but it is also disturbed by the wind. It is like the lost gold filings. The bamboo forest in the far distance passes through the top of the forest and makes a cry. Looking up, you can see the canglan Pavilion at the top of the Jingyuan garden The top, sharp red color is like the red blood bead on the tip of her finger, while the silvery half moon pan is like the last look she looks at him.

It's lonely and full of hidden expectations.

It's time for him to walk over, hug her as he used to, and get back together.

Quarrel, disagreement and estrangement.

At least that man is still there.

At least you can see it as soon as you open your eyes and hug it when you close them.

Meng shaoting stood here for a long time. He just walked around banyuepan. He passed several half moon arches and half withered vines on one side of the corridor. He reached out and brushed off the withered and yellow leaves on his shoulder. He walked faster and faster. Far away, he saw a thin figure on the corridor leading to the gate.

In front of him is verdant and deep green, behind her is the powder wall and black tile of the sitol hall, which is indistinct. Her figure, like a small drop in the sea, is in a trance. He has a feeling that has never appeared before derived from it. In his poor life, what he seems to see is always her back.

But she couldn't see it just when she stepped at her feet. Meng shaoting's heart was filled with a sense of urgency, and she had no time to think about other things, just chasing after them.

We can already see the walls and dark red thick gates of Jingyuan, and the rockery piled up by high rocks at the entrance. We can go out, leave completely and break completely, but her pace is getting slower and slower.

Vaguely, thinking of being cheated by Manjun for the first time, she said to her, at the moment when the coin is flipped in the air, you will understand that you have made a decision in mind.

Yes, she deeply realized that at this moment, she had been able to come out of the cage from. By, but she suddenly felt this from. By insipid.

But he didn't catch up. She even took a sneak look at the path behind her when she turned. There was no figure of him at all. She walked so slowly, which took twice as long as usual, but he didn't catch up.

Trance, think of his last words, if she left, he will not stop.

She was a little afraid, but also inexplicable peace of mind. Meng shaoting would not watch her go at all. He just couldn't bear it. How much he cared about her, others didn't know, she was the party, she was clear!

"Mom, you walk so slowly, slower than me." The little Dudu mouth, which she could not help but wriggle sugar in her arms, was finally put on the ground. After a while, the little short leg moved to the gate. He waved his little fat hand, and crisply shouted: "Mom, mom, hurry up, let's go out to play..."

Jingzhi stood there stunned, and couldn't help but look back. Under the blue sky, the long winding path leads to the boundless green, but there is no trace of Meng shaoting.

She couldn't help but lose, Zheng Zhong turned around, just hugged and left. Suddenly, she heard the footsteps behind her. Her next heart was happy, and her face was already full of uncontrollable smile. In the dark eyes, it seemed like a cluster of flame was shining and charming. She was about to turn around, but there was a strange and familiar voice in front of her It was dropped by a boulder, and she fell to the bottom of the valley in a flash. Her whole body froze and seemed to be slow to respond. She raised her eyes slowly

Under the distant sky, there is a very long and straight road between the lush trees on both sides. Looking up, there is only a line in the sky. When the autumn sun falls down from the tiny gap, it shows some separation.

There are yellow leaves on the road, paved a thin layer, not far away, a person came.

His height is very high, but he is a little too thin. His age looks very small, but his eyes are written with vicissitudes of life. His skin is very white, like fine white porcelain, which is shimmering. His walking posture is very good-looking. He is a kind of "beautiful man" that little girls like.

He smiled slightly, with the bandit smile, as always, he raised his jaw slightly, the beautiful amber eyes narrowed in the sun, full of mellow luster, his high bridge of nose was like hanging gall, the thin lips were slightly raised in the corner of the lips, with childlike, but with a little will not stick to the rules of release. Wave.

His hair is dark flax, and the quality of his hair looks excellent. There is light halo in the bright sunlight. His hands are put in the pocket of his brown windbreaker. His slender and handsome body is like a camphor orchid tree. He doesn't walk fast, but his steps are obviously urgent. The expression on his face is not the ecstasy of reunion for a long time, but it is under the calm and gentle pressure of wild fire.

He saw her, and the little child in her arms, for three years.

It's just more than a thousand days, but more than a thousand days of missing. If we can meet again, if we can see her again, then all the pain in the past is no longer pain, nor torture.

The blood in his heart seems to be boiling. The fingers in his pocket don't know how much restraint it took to keep him standing