ex-husband, we have no game

【６９书吧-ＷＷＷ.６９ＳＨＵ.ＣＯＭ】 Extra story Emilio:

Meeting you is the most beautiful accident

"Amy, what are you looking at?" A low and charming baritone sounded from behind.

I turned around, looked at the eyes behind me, and smiled softly: "It's nothing." Only I know what the stiff arc of the raised lips was.

"Is it because of... her? That Chinese woman?" The second brother's voice was slightly tentative.

After a moment of silence, I nodded and spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "She... gets married today."

Looking up at the sky outside the window, the air in Madrid is fresh after the rain, and I can smell a hint of sweetness. I vaguely remember that she once said that she loved this smell and feeling so much. It would be great if she could live in a place like this for the rest of her life.

Best choice.

When I heard that, I felt happy because she loved this place. Does that mean I would have more opportunities?

Since I was a child, I have been in a big family that people look up to. The environment I grew up in has affected my personality to some extent. Just like the eldest brother and the second brother, we don’t have many romantic elements. For women, there are only two concepts of possession and giving up.

You must know how to respect, and you must learn to forget what you give up.

I always thought that I could do very well in this aspect. When I was young, I did what I liked unscrupulously. Then, like my elder brother, I entered the family business when I was of the right age, agreed to the marriage arranged by the family, and interacted with my wife.

Respect and love each other.

Her appearance was the biggest surprise in my life.

On the streets of city b, from the moment the car I was riding in hit her, everything was already doomed.

I carried her unconscious body and rushed her to the hospital. I never knew how a woman's body could be so light, and a corner of my heart felt inexplicably soft. Later, I learned that that feeling is called pity.

Her family loved her very much and protected her in every possible way during her hospitalization. I only saw her once, but from a distance, she looked at the sky outside the window, leaving me with a profile of her face.

When I left China, I always felt a little disappointed in my heart, not knowing what the reason for that inexplicable longing was.

If we hadn't met again, if time had stopped at the moment when I first fell in love, would the ending be different?

A long time later, I often thought, if I had not woken her up next to me on the plane back to Madrid, and had not seen her face hidden under the brim of my hat, would I have never been so in love with her in the future?

I followed her all the way to the bridges in Venice, the squares in Prague, and the Trevi Fountain in Rome. I followed her like a shadow, watching her smiles, her occasional absences, and her occasional sadness.

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I know that she is a woman with a past. I can't guess what happened in that memory that I was not involved in, but I know that it must be related to a man.

Because she said, Amy, it’s not you who is bad, it’s me who doesn’t have the strength to love anymore!

At that moment, I was madly jealous and hating the man who broke her heart.

That rainy night, I saw her slender figure walking into the rain, walking towards the embarrassed Chinese man, that man named Zhan Aofan, an excellent business king, an extraordinary leader, a man who made me...

A man who admires and admires.

Things in the world are such a coincidence. At a certain moment, they suddenly crash into your life. Through the glass window, looking at the two figures facing each other below, I clearly heard the sound of heartbreak. .

Her determination and indifference were something I didn't expect. After feeling sad, I even felt faintly happy and fortunate. At least, she stayed. At least, the person who can be by her side in the future may be me.

Even if she says she no longer loves her, so what, I can see her every moment and be by her side when she needs her most.

It turns out that when you love to the extreme, you can really retreat to the next best thing, retreat again and again, and become very low, even as low as the dust, and you are still happy with it.

In Barajas Airport, she fell weakly to the ground, crying hoarsely.

Across the swarming crowd, I watched from afar, the "dead" man squatted down, held her in his arms, carefully and gently coaxed her, letting her cry, let her shout, let her beat her chest, loving and pampering her. It is holding a treasure that was lost and found.

At that moment, I smelled the breath of despair, a kind of powerless depression, a kind of cruelty that is permanently lost!

No, it’s not loss. You’ve never gained it, so how can you lose it?

Sure enough, she never came back.

Holding the phone in my hand, I said to the person on the other end: "Chang, I want to go to China."

Chang Yan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport." His voice lost its usual cynicism and became rarely serious: "Amy, I tell you frankly, nothing will change. .”

A weak paleness appeared at the corners of my lips, and I smiled absently: "I know, I just want to see her again." Yes, I know, there won't be any changes.

Standing on the street of City A in China, I stared straight ahead at the back.

In the crowd, she is neither tall nor arrogant, but I can still find her figure at a glance.

She has neck-length short hair, a slender figure, and the man next to her hugs her shoulders naturally and intimately. It is a man's possession and love.

A small figure walked in front of them, turning around and saying something from time to time. His face was delicate and delicate, much like her.

"That's...their child?" Even I didn't realize how hard and hoarse the voice was, with suppressed pain.

"Well, she is almost nine years old." Chang Yan, who was beside him, put his hands in his pocket and nodded gently, with helplessness in his eyes: "Amy, you have also seen how much that person loves her, you should You can rest assured that she is doing well."

I stared blankly at the farther and farther back until it turned into a black dot, blurred in my eyes.

In her life, I was late for too long, so I could only become her passer-by.

From beginning to end, she never said goodbye to me!

She was just on the phone, smiling softly and softly: Amy, you have to be good!

She didn't say goodbye to me, she didn't tell me that she was getting married, maybe she knew that it was too cruel for me.

She landed in my life like an angel, splendid my life, colorful my world, and took away my heart and my love.

…

The cell phone on the desk rang. I picked it up and put it to my ear and called, "Mom."

…

"Okay, I agree to marry with the Leah family."

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked up at the blue sky and the plane passing overhead, imagining whether it was going to fly to China, to the place where she was...

Use all your strength to create an upward arc.

princesa, i, am getting married.

princesa, I, will be fine.

There is an old Chinese saying that once you see you, you will be mistaken for life.

As far as I am concerned, once I meet you, I will never forget it for the rest of my life.