The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 63

Ai Ziyu’s breath was all over. He couldn’t see the look of He Zhishu. He only saw his thin and thin figure. He stood straight and slightly hidden behind the thick curtains.

Ai Ziyu went upstairs and walked gently to He Zhishu: "...do you still eat mountain?"

He Zhishu slowly turned around, and there were too many emotions in his eyes that could not be controlled. The complicated Ai Ziyu could not understand. He shook his head and didn't answer, just thinking about going back to the bedroom.

At the moment when He Zhishu and Ai Ziyu wiped their shoulders, Ai Ziyu suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of He Zhishu: "Don't you go...do you?"

He knows how to smash, and then smiles, his eyebrows are soft: "You just advised me to sleep for a while, now I will not let it?"

Ai Ziyu released the wrist of He Zhishu. He lowered his head and his lips were tight, like a reluctant child doing reluctance. Finally, he spoke, his voice blurred: "You want to see him... I... I don't care."

Ai Ziyu knows that He Zhishu loves Jiang Wenxu. He also knows that He Zhishu is soft-hearted. He knows that if He Zhishu meets the man, he may not come back. However, he still respects He Zhishu's own choices. Because he loves to know the book, he can't bear the unhappiness that he regretted in the last days, and he can't bear to be too much to bear.

He Zhishu seems to be very surprised and asks: "Why should I see him?"

He Zhishu now clearly remembers the day he decided to go. He looked up from Jiang Wenxu from the upstairs, he just wanted to look at Jiang Wenxu's face, but the man has not looked back. Since Jiang Wenxu did not let him do so, he would not let Jiang Wenxu look at it even now.

He is not a jealous person, but it is only in the past. Some things are late and it’s late. It’s useless to say anything. You can’t expect a cold glass of water to be hot. He Zhishu also felt that Jiang Wenxu and himself were actually very embarrassed, and they all liked to humble when the other party was cold and glaring at the predecessors.

Can't catch up.

He Zhishu turned and slammed the heavy curtain-like blackout curtains: "Sleepy, I went to sleep for a while. Right... Don't ignore him, don't try again, Jiang Wenxu started to pick up It is the darkest."

Ai Ziyu opened his mouth and couldn’t say anything. He looked at He Zhishu slowly, and he had no attachment to everything behind him. He couldn't tell if he was lucky or disappointed. Ai Ziyu is afraid that He Zhishu will leave himself, but even more desperate, He Zhishu has no trace of nostalgia for this world. They and Jiang Wenxu finally have one of the biggest things in common - they can't leave a holy book. True or false, he does not care, whether it is hurt or love, he has been indifferent.

Jiang Wenxu is still outside the door. He trembles his fingers and throws the medicine into the mouth. It doesn't matter if it is too much. It may make the heart hurt less.

Jiang Wenxu's thoughts were a bit confusing. The picture in front of the picture was still handed to him a boy with a jasmine. The next frame was a smashing of Jiang Wenxu's countless nights, a pair of sad and heartbreaking scorpions.

"... know the book... don't leave me..." Jiang Wenxu's eyes are reddish: "...you don't want to go too far, I, I have to catch up with you..."

In 2003, Jiang Wenxu dragged He Zhishu back from the quarantine area late at night. He was holding the He Zhishu chanting over and over again: "You don't want to go too far... what do you want to do, how do I live? what…"

Jiang Wenxu only remembered that he did not live in He Zhishu.

He knows that sitting on the edge of the bed, his mind is all about Jiang Wenxu's straight waist and squatting at the door. Poor, ridiculous.

He Zhishu didn't give Jiang Wenxu an opportunity. He used it for three years. He couldn't wait to ask Jiang Wenxu to ask him not to go home for the insignificant things. He couldn't wait to cry and ask him to read the old feelings and let him completely become A person.

But he let himself down.

Sometimes disappointment is a more heart-wrenching word than not loving.

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