After returning from Mount Emei, Yang Zhu often showed a very sad look in his eyes. Probably because the trip lasted for several months. But Bu Shang's invitation to go to Haikou to accompany her was also rejected by her on the grounds of work, if it was in the past, she would try her best to accompany her for a few days. The cloth is only when the relationship between the two is stable, and it takes a while for each other to have their own space.

The night before the business trip, packing her luggage in the apartment on the cloth, leaning on the shoulders of the cloth, Yang Zhu's tears began to fall down continuously, the cloth held her face up, and kissed her lips, she did not refuse, but she did not cater to it, let the lips on the cloth fall on the cheeks and lips, and the tears became unstoppable sobbing, with a seemingly bottomless sadness.

"After this separation, we may never see each other again. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, we'll see you again for sure. The cloth indulged in the soft, tearful lips.

"In short, at the end of the day, people can't be with the people they love. "A resolute and detached sad breath.

"How so?"

"They say that people can't always be with the person they love in the end", Bu Shang was surprised by Yang Zhu's abnormality, and women in love always like to say something silly, he thought. He would never understand the deep pain that was torn in Yang Zhu's heart.

"It's really hard for me like this. The cloth hugged her tightly, burying her little head in her chest. But Yang Zhu's choked throats and tears still infected the cloth, and he also felt uncomfortable.

"I don't want to say it, I'm leaving", the woman broke free from her arms. Bu Shang's eyes were bloodshot red, and he had an unknown but hurt expression, and he stared closely at where she was changing her shoes, not saying a word. She sobbed and took her bag, with a complete hatred in her eyes, glanced back at the cloth that was trying to restrain herself, sobbed past him, pulled the door open and left.

Two days later, the two got into the car to the airport with their fingers crossed. At the time of check-in, I played the trick of paying for kissing, and finally, I arrived at the security checkpoint that the woman could no longer pass through.

"Hug me again, I'm on a plane. She threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her throat.

"When are you coming back?"

"Soon. Just a few months. Promise me to take care of myself. ”

She didn't answer, hugging him tightly, "Promise me." After a pause for a few seconds, he replied with difficulty, "Okay."

Tears began to trickle up in the eyes that stared at him in the arms of the staring on the cloth, flowing down the corners of his eyes and into the roots of his ears. Again, hug tightly. "I'm just going for a while. Wait for me to come back. Be sure not to be too upset. ”

They separated, put cloth on the cloth and entered the security checkpoint, walked a few steps and glanced back at the woman who was watching them, then turned and walked farther and farther.

We will meet again soon, and Bushang left Beijing with such a heart. He could never have imagined that two months later he would receive a letter from her, who had already been cut home.

On that day, Bu Shang was exchanging interviews with his colleagues on the island, and when he returned to the hotel after work, there was a letter to him on the table, a trickle of notes, from her. On the cloth thought you were another ingenious surprise. He closed the door and opened it with a happy face, with a picture of a newborn baby in the middle of the letter. The face on the cloth slowly sank.