The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 73

Jiang Wenxu did not dare to tear his face with Li Zekun. In addition to waiting for nothing, the more he endured, the more he hated himself and hated himself.

The most painful thing is hard work but powerlessness, but only touched myself.

Jiang Wenxu finally did not know how he got out of the door. Because of lack of oxygen, his entire limbs were stiff and numb. Jiang Wenxu breathed deeply, and the cold air finally made him wake up.

When I went back, there was a small snow flake outside. Jiang Wenxu lowered the window and reached out to pick it up. But the snow just fell on the palm of his hand. When Jiang Wenxu retracted his hand, there was only a small cold ice mark in his hand.

"Do you see the weather forecast?" Jiang Wenxu asked aloud from the back seat.

Song’s assistant also groaned and said: “The weather forecast says that there is no snow today, but when it gets up in the morning, it’s cold and cold, I think it might snow. It’s really down.”

Jiang Wenxu faintly sighed, and it took another half minute to open again: "...Is it the snowy day when you saw He Zhishu last time?"

Song assistant did not forget, he went to give a dumpling to He Zhishu. He remembered very clearly, because one of the eyes of He Zhishu - after seeing the box of dumplings, the gray light of the broken, the people can not bear to look at it.

"Well, the snow is bigger than today."

The man in the back seat suddenly silenced. Song assistant was too curious. He sneaked a glance from the rearview mirror and saw that the man who was cold and strong on weekdays was smoking cigarettes, but because the hand shakes too much, there are ten seconds. Only ignited.

The white smoke gradually rose, concealing the complex emotions that Jiang Wenxu rolled up in his eyebrows. He sighed softly and looked at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger outside the window. He asked: "I am too confusing to know the book."

Assistant Song is looking at a lot of things. For example, Jiang Wenxu clearly goes out with his lover, and He Zhishu’s call is just an understatement. He is busy with the company, such as many men and women who have helped Jiang Wenxu to take over. But he did not have a position to say, nor could he turn to judge.

So Song Assistant just sighed: "You and Mr. He, the feelings are particularly good at the beginning."

Just, at the beginning.

Jiang Wenxu understands that he himself knows to ask this question redundantly. He is sorry for He Zhishu, and those who have long eyes can see it. Jingwen said that he does not love him. Ai Ziyu said that he is not worthy. Even Li Zekun can indulge himself by intoxicating himself. These words are not empty, because all the wrong things in one piece are made by themselves.

It is his own step by step, step by step to this situation. No one can blame, it was he was wrong at the beginning.

The cruelty of reality is that many things only know that it is important to you after you miss it, but it is often too late to detect it.

Jiang Wenxu looked out at the streets and scenery that had passed by the window, and his eyes suddenly condensed on a street. He smothered the cigarette butts with his fingers, and the low voice was mixed with two points that were hard to detect and fragile and sad: "Stop."

Song assistant couldn't keep up with Jiang Wenxu's thinking, only slowed down the speed: "Jiang Zong, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, I don't feel comfortable at noon, I will send you home soon."

Jiang Wenxu insisted: "Parking, I will go back."

Song assistant really had no choice but to stop by the car: "General Jiang, then you should be careful, what can I call?"

Jiang Wenxu nodded and turned around and walked away.

There are not many people walking in the street on weekdays, so only the poor weather will leave Jiang Wenxu himself. The wind and snow blows on the face and the knife cuts like a pain. Jiang Wenxu's face doesn't have much expression, and he can't be bothered by his sadness.

The thin snow of the day was paved, and Jiang Wenxu left a pair of shoes on the snowy ground every step of the way. Jiang Wenxu suddenly stopped his steps. He turned around and looked back. He saw only an empty street, a string of shoes that belonged to only one person.

Jiang Wenxu’s lips were slightly open, and the faint vibrato was pulled out in the heart. He called: “Knowledge... Little book... Where have you been? Brother... Brother to accompany you to see the snow. It is."

No one responded to him, only the wind screamed in his ear, and it seemed that there was only one person left alone.

Jiang Wenxu's expression was a moment of uncontrollable collapse. His distressed breath could not breathe. At the moment of soft fall, Jiang Wenxu recognized that he was not just a simple heartache but a heart attack.

He didn't know how long he had been squinting in the snow, and the number of medicines was thrown into his mouth and swallowed. He finally got himself up. Tell yourself over and over again, if he gave up, what can he do?

When I got home, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening. Jiang Wenxu had lost consciousness. But he still went to press all the lights and then opened the wine cabinet.

Jiang Wenxu’s drinking method is like death. He is like drinking tap water, regardless of red and white. His consciousness has been awake and he has been suffering.

The advantage of wine is that it can warm the body. Jiang Wenxu lay on the floor, his eyes were dim, his lips were silent and his mouth was all silent - sorry... sorry... sorry...

Sorry, I haven't been protecting you for loving you. Sorry, in my limited life, you were not the only one. I am sorry, even if you save you, you have to endure it and endure it. Sorry... I don't know how to love you so much.

Jiang Wenxu gently raised his hand and appease his hand on the fragile heart. A biased head, he faintly saw a silvery cold thing under the sofa. He almost climbed over the subconscious mind, and the whole body was stuck on the floor that had not been dragged over the dust for a long time, and straightened his arm to reach the little thing.

Jiang Wenxu's tears almost collapsed and he climbed his face in a flash. He cried like a child, his facial expressions all collapsed, but his throat could not make a sound. It’s really sad, sadness and loss of voice.

In the palm of your hand, the ring of He Zhishu, the dark rust on the top of the hand smashed Jiang Wenxu's hand, it was dried up blood.

Jiang Wenxu put it tightly on his chest, and his fingers trembled almost without a small ring. Jiang Wenxu suddenly raised his still shivering right hand and gave himself a slap in the face. He finally recovered some reason and tried to hold the hand on the little finger.

After two years, the two rings finally got together again.

He and He Zhishu seem to be together forever.