Chapter 988

But in my opinion, such tears are not worthy of my sympathy. In this relationship with Yumeng, my eyes can't hold half a grain of sand. Like most men, I expect my lover to be loyal to me, but what the reality gives me is only disappointment.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. This sentence, at this moment, has been confirmed.

The dream left my arms, still looking at me wrongfully, pulling my hand and pinching the rope between her hands, she said softly: "a lot of things, you will understand later. But I don't want you to feel like I have any stains. I didn't do what I'm sorry for you. Do you have to hold on to this, just because manburney took my arm for a moment, and think there's something ugly between us? "

I sneer: "even if there is, will you admit it?"

"No," said Yu. If so, I will admit it. But we don't! "

I asked again, "then why do I have to understand later? After this, when does it mean? When I'm old, or a hundred years, a thousand years, later? "

From the dream reached out and pinched my forehead, it seemed that I was not able to help my teachers.

She began to be silent and moved gently in place.

I smoke crazily and am in a state of mind.

I don't know how long they have been silent with each other, and the sky is getting dark.

"It's changing. It's forecast. There may be hail," said Yu Meng

I perfunctory way: "this time under hail, is Meng Jiangnu crying the Great Wall, or Dou E injustice?"

"Meng Jiangnu is not wronged, and Dou E is not wronged. I love you so much, but you don't believe me! "

She looked at me quietly. Instead of the almost impulsive expression she had just had, she looked more calm.

But under this kind of cover, it is a kind of strange sadness.

I really want to hold the body in my arms and express my love to her. But I didn't have the courage. When I think of manborn, all the love has evolved into deep pain. I'm not a saint. I'm very picky about love. My eyes can't hold half the sand of my lover.

My heart can be as broad as the sea in many things, but as narrow as hair in love. From the dream, this dreamlike name, this let me deeply love the woman, once had the happy time with me, had the happy past with me. I regard her as the love messenger who watches my life, cares for her, expects to bear fruit with her love, and expects to share the joy of life with her. However, the deeper the love, the more stinging the heart. One scene after another, it's sad.

We are silent each other, many past events ripple in the heart, I am overwhelmed by this difficult love, torture.

I'm going crazy!

However, what I didn't expect was that, as expected, it didn't come out of my dream. Within a few minutes, hailstones fell from the sky.

Under the hail, it's very big, it's very urgent. It's as big as rice, as fast as a meteor.

The hailstone came down from the sky and got so much potential energy. It hurt a lot when it hit my head. But the pain is not as deep as the pain in the heart.

From dream anxiously said: "get in the car, it's hail, very big hail. Be careful of concussion! "

I can't laugh at her humor. I held out a hand, caught a hailstone, and watched it melt in the palm of my hand. I sneered and said, "I'm not afraid. What's terrible about concussion? It's better to smash me directly into a vegetable, forget everything and forget nothing. "

From the dream come forward, with two hands to protect my head: "your hair is short, directly hit on the scalp. They hurt. My hair is long and cushioned. Let's get in the car! "

Her repeated humour failed to make me laugh.

I gently took away the hands protected by the dream on my head and said: "smash more sober."

"Don't be silly, let's get on the bus, OK?" he begged

I said, "you go!" I'll unlock it by remote control and point to Camry.

Let go of me by dream and look at me and say: "that's good. If you want to get drenched, I will accompany you. "

I dropped the wet cigarette on the ground: "whatever."

Love, sometimes, can really make people become fools! At this moment, Yumeng and I are standing foolishly, looking at each other and thinking about each other.

I'm worried about her body, but I don't know why, but I don't have the courage to say a word of concern. I think that's a compromise.

People in the park left in a hurry, and occasionally couples helped each other escape from the scene. The rapid hail, like the crystal dropped from heaven, sprinkled on the earth one by one. Unfortunately, this crystal does not represent eternity.

The ground is getting wet. The reflected water, melting the spring, releasing the cold.

I feel my scalp ache. I feel numb sometimes. But after all, they will turn into rain, washing my face and moistening my heart.

But from dream, stand still in front of me. Her body was getting wet and white.

If it wasn't for her blinking eyes, it would be as still as a sculpture.

I looked at her without saying a word.

Fifteen minutes later, the hail was still raging. My heart is cold.

Maybe the body is too cold, from the dream can not help sneezing.

My heart a pull, finally can't help but say: "you have a cold?"

She just shook her head.

Although I try to regard this hailstorm as the baptism of our love, I pray silently in this baptism. But since the second sneeze of my dream, my heart has suddenly softened.

Under no circumstances can I change my concern for her.

I finally no longer stand, rush up, pull by the dream, get in the car.

But she couldn't, she stood in front of the door, her lips tight, she didn't speak, she didn't explain.

I had to force her into the copilot position.

Sitting in the driving position, I could not help shivering. The sharp hail, beating on the roof and the car glass with unbridled abandon, played out bursts of mourning. I turn on the wipers, but the frequency of the wipers is far from resisting the impact of hailstones. They are like thousands of troops, and they quickly treat all things on the earth as musical instruments, beating and singing.

I took off my clothes to try to let dream put them on, but dream didn't put them on. She stared at the front stupidly, opening her lips gently.

I was about to start my car and go back when the phone rang.

It's the golden bell!

I hesitated and answered.

If it's in normal times, if it's not for today's event, I will definitely not answer this call in front of Youmeng. But, this time different, in my heart unexpectedly raised some revenge thought, quite evil.

There came the voice of Jinling, which was almost ambiguous: where is Zhao long? He is still waiting for you at home!

I said: wait a little longer. I have something to deal with here.

What, you haven't come yet? Hum, I don't care about people at all!

I said: wait for me for a while, in less than half an hour, it's due.

Jinling said: that's the deal!

I said: Yes. It's Hailing outside. Close the window.

Jinling is shocked: it's Hailing? Really?

I said: it's true. You can't tell if you come out and have a look! It's quite big, like peanuts.

"I'll have a look," said the golden bell. No wonder I always listen to the thumping outside. It's hail! I went to see -

after I hung up the phone, I thought Yumeng would ask for something, but she didn't.

She just looked at the front quietly and said nothing.

I started the car and drove back.

Back downstairs, I wanted to let go of my dream, but after thinking about it, I decided to say hello to the director general.

From the dream of the dead underground car, almost lost to walk in. I followed her with something white and bright. I kept rolling around in my eyes and didn't let it out.

When the doorbell rang, Madame opened the door. When she found out the appearance of Youmeng and me, she was shocked: "what's the matter with you? Why are you drenched like this? Come on, come on come on in, change into a dry suit! "

When the director hears the sound, he frowns at this scene and asks me: "Zhao long, you are so kind to my daughter?"

"I'm sorry," I said deadpan

"It's not like words!" said the director! It's not true! "

I didn't argue, just felt a little cold.

Mrs. Yu asked Yu Meng to come in and change clothes. However, she turned to look at me. "Find Zhao long a suit first. I'm not cold."

I smiled and said, "No. I have something else to do. I'll go back first! "

I turn my head to leave, and the director says, "what are you in such a hurry?"

I said, "there's something else!"

In spite of the greetings from the director and Mrs. you, I went straight out and rushed into the ice rain.

After being chased out by the director, I quickly got on the bus, started, honked the horn, and drove off.

Just a few meters away, the director called.

I'll pull over and answer: what other instructions?

What are you doing? What happened to you and Youmeng?

I pretended to be calm and said: nothing.

Director you said: do you know that you dream her? You really don't let me worry about you. You cry so much now. What's wrong with her?

I said: I didn't have much of her. How dare I do her!

The director said in an ordered tone: you will come back to me immediately!

I said: I'm sorry, but I can't abide by your order this time.

The director said: "take care of yourself.".

Then he hung up.

Along the way, I kept stepping on the gas door. Although my sight was seriously blocked, the speed indication on the dashboard gradually soared to 120.

unfortunately, I couldn't open the speed of light, otherwise, according to the inference of a scientist, time could flow backwards!

To be exact, my cell phone rings all the way. Five of them are from the director general and three are from the dream.

I am lazy to pick it up again, because I suddenly feel that I am like a cheater, cheated by my father and daughter. I am in a mess and full of blood.

I can believe that if mambenrui suddenly appears in front of the car, I will use the accelerator as a brake and run hard!