Sula stood at the gate of the prison, looking at the high prison wall, looking at the empty doorway, standing for a long time, and unconsciously feeling sad, probably because there was Ni Kaitong inside.

She heard the sound of footsteps dragging the chains, the sound was getting closer, her hands were tightly interacting, her head was lowered, she didn't know what to say to him, and she didn't know if she would be sad when she saw him.

It wasn't until she heard the footsteps stop for a long time that she raised her head and saw that Ni Kaitong was still as ruffian as she had been! The ruffian looked at her, so sincere, so enthusiastic.

Just looked at Ni Kaitong like that, tears rolled down her eyes, down her cheeks, and flowed to the corners of her mouth, astringent, and a little bitter.

"It's the first time I've seen you cry so close." He tried hard to hook the corners of his mouth, reached out to wipe her tears, the chains in his hands made a rattling sound, he hurriedly retracted under the table, and in a panic touched the corner of the table, which really reached Sura's ears.

Sula lowered her head, swallowed, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, raised her head and choked up, "Why are you so stupid?" After speaking, the tears couldn't help but wanton, like a sudden heavy rain.

"Sura, it's been a long time since you've spoken to me properly, let alone seen me properly, today, you sit next to me, don't say anything, and let me take a good look at you for the rest of the time."

Sula nodded with tears in her eyes, and then saw Ni Kaitong raise her hand very lightly, she couldn't even hear the sound of chains, she could only feel the cold touch of his fingers on her cheeks.

It's been a long time since they've been so close, albeit justly, so lightly touched.

Zhang Wenjie stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Yang Qi washing dishes, looked down at the screen of his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time before he raised his head and said to her, "Gucheng called me and said that he has a ticket for tomorrow." ”

Yang Qi's hand paused, and then continued to wash the dishes, without replying, Zhang Wenjie suddenly remembered his conversation with the ancient city.

"Gucheng, we're married, do you understand? I hope you stop pestering her. ”

"I don't want to be like this anymore, I hope you can be good to her, I won't say anything superfluous, I can only say that sometimes, it's not just love that can be, Yang Qi and I are destined not to be together."

"And what do you mean by making this call?"

"I don't know when I'll come back on the plane the day after tomorrow, and I won't have a chance in the future, I just want to see her again."

Yang Qi washed the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, and was about to come out, Zhang Wenjie took Yang Qi's hand and said, "Send him, he said that he doesn't know when he will come back next time, listening to the meaning of his words, he may not plan to come back." This sentence was finally exchanged for Yang Qi's slight movements, she looked up at Zhang Wenjie, and then heard Zhang Wenjie say, "I'll go with you." ”

"Before this case, I would like to ask you to help me with another case." Sula pushed the coffee to Wang Lin's side, and then smiled.

"You say." He smiled and took his coffee and asked.

Gucheng stood at the gate of the airport, looking at the couples around him, and suddenly remembered the scene where Yang Qi sent him abroad, and it was still clearly in front of his eyes, she cried and told him that she would wait for him.

When I looked up, I finally saw Yang Qi appear, but Zhang Wenjie followed closely by his side, Zhang Wenjie smiled at him very gentlemanly, and then stepped forward, like a friend, and asked very kindly, "What time is the plane?" ”

"Half past nine." The ancient city hooked his lips slightly.

"Thank you," he continued.

"No, I'm also for Yang Qi and me." Zhang Wenjie smiled, and then looked at Yang Qi, who was standing far away from them.

It's at the airport again, it's goodbye again, it's still an ancient city, but it doesn't feel like it was the same anymore.

Yang Qi stood in the airport hall in a daze, not knowing what he should do next, looking at Gucheng and Zhang Wenjie talking and laughing, as if they had known each other for a long time, funny and weird.

She looked at Gucheng and patted Zhang Wenjie on the shoulder, and walked towards her step by step, such a familiar face, such a familiar smile, her heart was very painful, the corners of her eyes were very astringent, but she couldn't cry.

"Yang Qi, I wish you happiness." He said with a smile as he stood a meter away from her.

"Thank you for your blessings." Yang Qi hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and then when she was wrong, Gucheng had already hugged her tightly into his arms, and then heard him whisper in her ear, "Goodbye, Yang Qi." ”

When she let go, she unconsciously wet her eyes, felt the cool fingers of the ancient city touch her eyes, and gently wiped her tears for her, the sound of the suitcase pulley rubbed the ground heavily, and the ancient city walked towards the ticket gate without looking back, walking so decisively, Yang Qi understood that he would not come to her again.

She didn't think about it, but it was just half a year ago, and she was also standing here, crying loudly at the face of the ancient city, "I'll wait for you!" ”

Then he turned his face and stood there staring at her for a long time, before he reluctantly turned around and walked in.

The past overlapped with reality, Yang Qi's tears swirled in her eyes, but they didn't fall in the end, she then turned around and walked towards the door of the airport hall.

Zhang Wenjie, who ran over, put his hand on her shoulder, hugged her, and walked out of the airport hall very slowly, as if he was remembering a youth that had just ended.

When Lin Mo opened the door, she suddenly remembered Lu Yifan, he hadn't appeared in front of her for a long time, and when she occasionally opened the door, she looked back from time to time, hoping that Lu Yifan would stand at the intersection and look at her and smile at her.

Lin Mo remembered what Yang Qi said when she had afternoon tea with Yang Qi, she said, "You say, why do you want to find someone who loves each other when you get married, because, the days after marriage have become monotonous, marriage is different from love, after all, it is necessary to have firewood, rice, oil and salt, only find someone who loves each other, and the days will not be too boring." She still remembers that Yang Qi's eyes were as bright and dazzling as stars in the sky when she said this. At that time, Gucheng had just gone abroad, and she was determined to wait for Gucheng to come back, but now she had married someone else.

Lin Mo was still thinking about how long it would take to forget Jì Lu Yifan, a year, two years, ten years, or longer, anyway, he would forget Jì after all.

When she broke up with Yang Dong, she was in a very calm mood, unlike now, she sometimes didn't know what she was doing, as if her soul had been stolen.

Because, Lu Yifan is her first boyfriend in the sense, and they have paid a lot of love to each other in order to be together, but they have not been able to be together, so they are like this.

When Sula came back, she looked extremely tired, she thought that Sula was tired, she had been with her for a year, at least she knew a little bit about her person, it was from Sulla's look at her expression, seeing the pain and sadness in her eyes, seeing that she seemed to have lost weight recently, more and more skinny, she knew that she was actually the same as her, the same unhappy.

At that time, Sula had just returned from prison, with guilt and worry about Ni Kaitong, as well as anger and sympathy for Dong Wenwen.

On the subway home, Sura looked through her phone and saw a passage, her eyes sore terribly.

"Life is like this, no matter how difficult it is, you have to live it."

Now An Wenjue is too much luxury for her.

Lin Mo still doesn't like to stay alone in the house, the whole person is nervous, to be precise, she didn't break up with Lu Yifan, because no one said these two words, she will board Lu Yifan's buckle number at night, and then board her own buckle number, chat with herself, occasionally Lu Yifan will interject and ask her with concern, Lin Mo, what's wrong with you? Lin Mo, you are very strange today, when you see him really talking, you can't help but think of that, so you go back angrily, don't pay attention to me, let me play by myself.

So in the lonely night, she manipulated the two buckle numbers alone, and the sweet words she said to herself seemed to have never changed, squatting at the foot of the bed, chatting with herself, tears welling up.

On the weekend, she will still come to Sura, because Syla is at home on the weekend, but at this time, she watched Syla enter her room, threw her bag on the bed, and cried, several times, she walked to the door, through the half-open door, saw squatting on the floor, constantly twitching slightly shoulders, I wanted to go up and give her some comfort, but standing at the door, listening to her crying, she couldn't help but reach out and wipe her tears, it turned out that their palms were also cold.

Like two fragile flower stems, they have just experienced the baptism of a rainstorm and are fragile.

The next day, Sula got up, Lin Mo, who was lying in the living room, heard the noise, woke up from sleep, looked up at her, she was already dressed, a white lady's suit, looking capable and intellectual, she hooked her lips shallowly, and asked, "Lin Mo, how can you do it if you don't look for a job, you are old and sick." ”

Lin Mo looked at her in surprise, as if it wasn't her who cried that night, the mask was so good, if Lin Mo hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it was hard to imagine that she had howled like that last night.

"It's a new day, the sun is rising again, it's no big deal" She took a slight breath, as if to breathe in fresh air, walked to the shoe cabinet, changed into high heels, and walked out of the room with the sound of Gaden Gaden's footsteps.

It turns out that the most vulnerable person is her, all of them accept the reality calmly, live hard, only herself, and make herself unlikely.

Standing in front of the washstand to wash, Lin Mo looked at her appearance at the moment, as if she was several years old in an instant, her eyes were swollen and empty, she brushed her teeth in the mirror, the more she looked at herself at the moment, the more strange she became, the smile she used to have, no matter how she pulled at the moment, it looked so unnatural, it turned out that the smile was really from the heart.

It's like writing a word many times, and the more you write it, the more unfamiliar it becomes, and the more you feel that it doesn't look like that word. R1152