Chapter 319

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit her face wantonly, but she seemed to lose her intuition. In the silver white of the frost, in the snowflakes of thousands of mosquitoes flying under the light yellow and color halo, she seemed to see him, so she came to her step by step.

"Jingzhi, I'll take you home, take you back to Jingyuan..."

His shoulders were covered with snow, but his eyes were like the warm glow of a bright cold star. He stood there and looked at her with a smile. The black windbreaker was hunting and flying in the wind and snow. Her tall body was like a camphor orchid in full bloom against the wind, shining in the cold night. She opened her eyes in a daze, released her fingers from the fence, and suddenly extended to her In the empty air, her cheeks are red. She seems to have lost her mind. Tears have frozen in the corner of her eyes before they fall

Standing behind her, Meng Shaoxuan heard her little voice, resolute and distant, and it sounded slowly. The original voice, which was scattered when the wind blew, was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. All his hopes were shattered at once. Shaoxuan's body slightly shook for a while, and the deep despair and sadness were written as boundless frustration.

What else did he come back to do with such inhuman torture? What else does he live and do? Why does he work day and night? He took out his heart and lungs to love her, just for such a result?

Is to hear again, she is so gentle and so affectionate call his name, said to return to his side?

Half of Jing Zhi's body leans out of the fence, and her hands are searching in the air unconsciously. She wants to grasp something. Her long hair and shoulder hair are flying in the wind, and they are rolled with the snow all over the sky. "Jing Yuan I want to go back to Jingyuan Shaoting, I'll go back to Jingyuan with you... "

"Jingzhi! What do you do! "

After all, he couldn't watch her accident. When half of her body was leaning out, he staggered forward and pulled her back.

Her body rolled. It was as hot as a burning charcoal fire, but her pupils had been distracted, so she had no focus. She just looked through his face and looked into the distance. The tears flowed down endlessly. She couldn't stand her body, but kept on running tears silently. The middle of her mouth or a little murmur were all "quiet garden"

He numbly hugged her and turned around. The hot water rolled in the bathroom. He pulled off her clothes soaked by snow without expression. Then he threw her into the bathtub. As soon as her body went in, the whole person slid into the water like a fish, a handful of long hair like thick seaweed floating on the water, without a sound for half a day

He stood and watched. The snow melted into water and fell down bit by bit. After a while, he stepped forward and dragged her out of the water. His heart began to panic. He called her name for a long time. Her eyebrows and eyes did not move and her eyelashes did not tremble. Her heart began to get confused. She bent her body in her arms and patted her behind her for a few times A little frown, slowly spit out a few saliva, struggling to open his eyes

As soon as she woke up, he almost fell and sat on the ground, and she fell on him without any inch of her body, so that he would suddenly go mad and hug her desperately. He was like a trapped animal on the verge of extinction, hoarse shouting at her, "I know, he has no one else, he doesn't want you! He doesn't want you. Will you wake up? You know better! Don't be such a fool, he's not worth it! Quietly know... Don't leave me, he doesn't want you, I won't want you, you don't have anything Know what you're doing... "

She was dazzled by his shaking head, and her stomach rolled and rolled. In front of her, there was a large and dazzling white flicker, and her naked body was completely violent. Exposed in the cold air, the cold bone attacked her, which made her whole body spasm. Finally, in his continuous calling, her eyes were black and stunned

It seems that when she was 20 years old, before the summer solstice, she wore a white short sleeved jacket, black pleats, short skirts, and cheap canvas shoes on her feet. She came out of the library with a thick stack of books. It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun faded away. The big Magnolias on both sides of the steps were half withered, but they were full-bodied She could not help but close her eyes and sniff the fragrance. She felt exhausted all over her body.

At the moment when she jumped down the steps to get on her bike, someone stood in front of her. She looked up and saw a handsome and young face. He stood in front of her two steps. His face was light. His black shirt and trousers were black, but he was cold. She couldn't help but was shocked for a moment.

And he seems to be used to such a look, cold arrogant mouth, voice like a cold spring in the mountains, the summer off the majority: "students, how to go to the school of finance?"

She stayed in a daze for a long time, hurried for a long time to point out the road, he nodded slightly, thanked proudly, and immediately turned around to leave, and she was standing there, a gust of wind came over her head, Magnolia petals fluttered down on her head shoulder, she stared at his back, and suddenly felt that Fu Jingzhi was carefree and ignorant when he was young Light, as if suddenly

It's all over.

The second time I saw him was in the auditorium of the school. He was dressed in formal clothes, wearing a serious tie, making a calm and uninhibited speech in front of thousands of people. Under the platform, countless pairs of eyes looked at him on the platform. She sat in the last row near the window and looked at him without blinking. He suddenly asked her to rise up and answer questions, but she sat in a daze and did not respond for a long time Come, he laughed at the corner of his lips, roared in the hall, many girls looked at her, with a curious and joking look, she bowed her head, her face was burning with fever, until the end of the speech did not look at him again. Applause is like thunder. Countless girls rush to the podium with notebooks. She is swept by the crowd in a daze. Before the notebooks in her hand can be handed over to ask for his signature, she is squeezed out of the circle by the girls who are showering and chattering. She stands outside the circle surrounded by people and looks at him like that. Her heart is gradually souring.

He wrote quickly, with alienation between his eyebrows and eyes, but also with the warmth that people like. His fingers holding the signing pen were clear, white and slender, and the strokes were blooming on the white paper. She turned around and slowly came out of the auditorium. The sunshine outside the door was so bright, but she felt that she was about to shed tears.

For the second time in his life, he was so close to her, but so far away, as if he could touch her as soon as he reached out, but as if he could never touch his corner again.

The third time I saw him was their wedding ceremony. He was wearing a bridegroom's dress and a white chest flower. Standing beside the priest in a solemn and cold way, she held her father's arm and stepped on the red carpet in a valuable white long yarn. Her face was calm with a gentle smile. In fact, her heart beat was about to burst, and her fingers hidden under the gauze gloves had fine sweat But she still keeps the elegance and decency that a bride should have.

He took her from his father's hand, he took her arm, they stood side by side in front of the priest to listen to the holy prayer, the high window at the top of the church, the sun like mist, heard the whistle from afar, the quiet dignitaries wanted to shed tears, she secretly turned to look at him, with endless joy, and he stood expressionless, arm in arm With her arm as cold as iron, the bitterness and sweetness of her heart gushed out, and the restraint of her life did not let the tears flow down.

It's good, it's good, and there's such a long life. I want him to find her good little by little. I want him to love him as much as she loves him. I love her deeply.

Tears never stop in the dream. For seven long years, I cried, loved, hated, tired, gave up and forgot. But those precipitates, in the dream, are just a short moment, passing by, and one life play after another, ended in such a gloomy way.

Love him and hate him for seven years, but now it's just a lonely dream more lonely than fireworks.

Her silent crying and tears made him wake up a little bit and sit on the ground with one knee on the ground. His face was haggard and white as snow. His eyes were shining all the time. He knew clearly and clearly that he had lost. He had lost completely. He had lost not to himself, but to time and fate, to distance and people The heart is like sorrow or joy, the tears are rustling down, but the lips are smiling upward. The fingers hanging on the legs are pinched one by one, and the hammer is heavy on the ground, once and again.

He raised his face high. He thought tears would never fall again, but the little word she whispered in her sleep could drag him into the abyss immediately