Wen Xue had a busy day and closed her doors.

She got on a women's motorcycle and went home alone.

The snow-bright headlights of the motorcycle shone on the dark road, and the exhaust pipe "poofed" and sprayed hot air.

Every time she passed through these familiar sections, Wen Xue couldn't help but think of the scene when Yinglong sent her home in the past.

At that time, she always sat behind Yinglong, leaning slightly on his solid back, and gently wrapped her hands around Yinglong's body.

Although there was always a cold wind that made her shrink into a ball, she could feel the warm body temperature behind Yinglong.

The masculine scent that wafts into her nose with the wind can give her a sense of reassurance.

Perhaps at that time, she spontaneously felt a sense of security by Yinglong's side, which couldn't help but make her feel a little comforted.

When Yinglong talked to her, the warm feeling between the words made her feel very relieved, perhaps because Yinglong was the first man to enter her heart, Wenxue inevitably felt attached to him.

And Yinglong's departure made her feel lost, as if the originally full world suddenly vacated a place.

Now, when she has something to say, Yinglong is not around, and the feeling of wanting to say and stopping often makes her feel lost.

The motorbike drove through the dark streets, and the sound of "sizzling" air flow in my ears crossed my ears as the vehicle accelerated.

Home is in front, and after a while, Wenxue parked the car under the corridor, locked the big lock, and went upstairs to return home.

Wen Xue opened the door, turned on the light, and closed the door gently.

She put down what she was holding, changed into slippers, and rested on the head of the bed for a while, exhausted.

Wen Xue felt a little tired, closed her eyes, and thought back to the recent events.

Although Wen Xue is already the owner of Yun Zhiyao, she still needs to take care of those daily chores, and she gets a little tired of it after a long time.

She understands that it is not easy to be a good boss.

Although the distance between the clouds is not big, although the sparrow is small, she has to solve many troubles by herself.

Wen Xue knows that if she relaxes a little, her income will decline, as the so-called: the middle stream hits the water, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Thinking of this, Wen Xue couldn't help but sigh.

She turned and walked into the bathroom, intending to take a good shower and relax.

Warm water flowed down Wenxue's dark and thick hair.

She untied her long bundled hair, letting the green strands fall down.

Her jet-black hair glowed like black satin in the mist, as soft and smooth as black satin.

The water flowed down Wen Xue's white shoulders, and the crystal clear water shimmered in the warm light, slowly flowing through Wen Xue's delicate body.

At this time, she was like a white marble statue, looking so perfect and delicate.

In the warm air, she closed her eyes, brushed her delicate hands over her cheeks, and pulled her wet hair back.

The green hair was on her shoulders, dripping wisps of water, and the black hair became soft and smooth.

Wen Xue took a deep breath unconsciously, and inhaled moist and warm water vapor in her nose, with a fresh fragrance of shower gel.

The fragrant shower gel was stirred up by the bath bombs and the cotton ball-like foam flowed with the water, piling up piles along the delicate calves on the tiles on the ground.

Wen Xue couldn't help but stretch out her fingers to catch the water spraying down, the crystal splash flowed down her fingertips, and she couldn't help but sigh that time was like this flowing water, quietly sliding along the tips of her hair.

After a while, she finished the hot bath, dried herself off, put on her pajamas, and walked out.

Wen Xue picked up the long hair that was drenched in the blowing wind, and the hot wind lifted her half-dry hair, and with the warm breeze whirring by, the air was filled with a warm fragrance.

Wen Xue's white fingers brushed the wisps of green silk, gathered them up and tied them behind her head, and then half-lay at the head of the bed, covering a blanket over her body.

She remembered the Mengpo soup she had made earlier, and now it was almost a success, and after repeated improvements, the flavor and color of the blend became more and more attractive and mellow, and after tasting it, it was not only unforgettable, but also unforgettable.

Different people have different feelings after drinking, and some people taste it, reminiscing about the taste, hearing the name of Mengpo soup, and sighing slightly, with mixed feelings.

When some people taste this glass of wine, they raise their glasses and dry them up, first with a kind of joy, then hide their faces and smile, and then seem to remember the sad thing, silent.

Perhaps this confirms what Wen Xue and Xiaoqiang said before, and people who have a heart will only feel it after drinking it.

She wondered what it would be like if she gave Meng Po soup a cup to Yinglong.

Will Yinglong have a surprise in his eyes, pick up the wine glass and savor it, and let out a sigh for her, so as to appreciate Wen Xue's painstaking efforts.

When Yinglong drank Mengpo soup, what would he think of, Wen Xue could only make a guess at this time.

She hopes that Yinglong can remember the past, and she also hopes that Yinglong can feel the truth in her heart.

The eyes that were full of affection, the silent expectations that his heart gave him, and the expectations passed between the words, Wen Xue hoped that when Yinglong tasted this glass of wine, he would recall it all.

Until he tasted the deep meaning in this fine wine, the tears that Wen Xue had shed for him, the bitter taste, how could it not be that Wen Xue echoed in his heart countless times at midnight, and the faint and soft lingered in his mind.

Perhaps she hoped that Yinglong would make a discovery, so as to give her an affectionate hug, take her into her arms, soothe her lonely soul, and comfort her long-awaited anticipation.

Maybe God deliberately made such an arrangement, and Wen Xue had to wait for a long time, maybe Wen Xue was destined to look forward to Yinglong for a long time.

And Yinglong didn't understand Wen Xue's expectations, but he could only make such a choice, otherwise he would not be able to give a satisfactory answer to Yu Xin.

Sometimes, some things are like the heavens playing tricks, when Wen Xue wants a good response, and the answer she expects is not given by Yinglong as she wishes.

Although she also knew that she quietly occupied a place in Yinglong's heart, Yinglong couldn't give her a perfect answer.

Because Yinglong could see the long-lost excitement when facing her eager gaze, but Yinglong could only control the impulse in his heart and respond to Wenxue's expectations with silence.

"The breeze between the fingers cuts the green silk, and the meeting is only in a dream. ”

Wen Xue untied the hair tied at the back of her head, and lifted the green silk slightly, exuding a charming fragrance between the hairs.

She didn't know if she would meet someone in her dream tonight, and who would use her tender fingers to tie up her long hair.

Can lovers meet only in dreams?

Wen Xue could only sigh silently, her deep eyes staring ahead, as if Yinglong was standing there, she could only use this silent expectation to wait for the man who had already entered her heart but had no chance to get together.

The fate of the world is like a wisp of love lingering in the hearts of the world, but how does this wisp of love connect the lovers together.

"Golden scissors, green silk hair, fragrant ink barbarian note. All the tears, sealed for a while, this love is very heavy.

Hanging sideburns, dusty blue mirrors, has been divided into this life. will hate from afar, go up to a tall building, and the cold river will flow out. ”

Even though she wanted to cut off this annoying love thread with a grudge, she couldn't cut the wisps of concern that grew in her heart.

And this wisp of love always wants to be broken, and the silk is entangled.

Wen Xue couldn't cut off the love thread, so she had to let the troubles spread in her heart. She didn't know if her expectations would one day finally come true and give her full hope the rewards she deserved.

Maybe she just made a wish in the dark, and by the way, let this wish go away one by one with the butterflies in the dream, and bring the people she expected with the expectations in the dream.

She didn't know if she had made a long-cherished wish on the Sansheng Stone for the front edge, and would rather jump into the Lechuan River and wait for a thousand years before she could be reincarnated in this life, so she would wait for the long-awaited person she wanted.

Wen Xue doesn't know if her long-cherished wish in this life will finally come to an end, but she believes that her infatuation will one day be fulfilled. Even if she can't get married for a lifetime in the end, she is willing to do so.

Because her heart has already promised the person she likes, this is her heart's wish, she only loves the person she loves, and is even willing to wait for him for a thousand years, until the moment when she finally holds hands and looks at each other.

Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, perhaps it is her long-cherished wish in this life, Wen Xue is willing to wait for that moment, she hopes that one day she will be able to put on a white wedding dress, hold hands with her sweetheart, and make a vow in this life.

Perhaps she had encountered such a scene countless times in her dreams, but in reality she failed to do so. Maybe one day, her wish happened to be heard by the heavens, and finally brought her together with Yinglong.

But no matter what day, even if she has white hair, she is willing to wait.

"I have always looked at white hair before flowers, and I have recalled red faces in my dreams a few times. The red face and white hair are changed in the mud, and the mulberry fields are moved to the blue sea. ”

In the dream, the flowers bloomed and fell several times, with a white head and a red face, and they kept the flowers before the moon, and got what they wanted, who would

Knowing the vicissitudes of life, the world is myriad.

From red face love to white hair, from blossoming love to falling flowers, it is not what men and women in the world are striving for

A wish.

Perhaps only true love can be exchanged for sincere returns, just as Yinglong got the mantra in his previous dream: "How can you see true love without experiencing ups and downs." ”

When is it time for Wenxue to fulfill her wish, and how long will she have to wait to return to Yinglong, so that she can walk with him in life, even if it is just to walk with him and break into the world.

Of course, Wen Xue understands that she will not fulfill her wish in a short time, but she believes that one day, her wish will come true, because Yinglong is not a numb person, he knows Wen Xue's dedication to him, and he also understands Wen Xue's feelings for him, but he is unwilling to make a choice for the time being, because Yinglong is a family man, someone is waiting for him, and he is unwilling to betray Yu Xin.