Ah Sheng's happy time stayed forever in 2007.

In the carefree cardamom years, she met Lu Zichu, and her heart was moved at a glance, as if the beach had just receded, soft and warm. Who would have thought that as soon as the airport was goodbye, love came to an end unconsciously, and it abruptly stopped in that cold and warm spring day, and there was no so-called follow-up from now on.

07 years, at that time, she turned around and left T City under his gaze, naively thinking that it was just a small parting between the two, but she didn't know that what she missed was 6 years of indefiniteness.

One sentence: "Ah Sheng, you wait for me." "It's the beginning and it's the end.

For so many years, the three words "Lu Zichu" have been in full bloom in despair in the deepest part of her soul, she always firmly believes that he will come to pick her up, but she doesn't know that while waiting for him, the years have wasted her gaze, and there is the sadness that only those who are in the twilight should have.

13 years in Seattle, a six-year late reunion, did not bring her much joy, she looked at Lu Zichu quietly, as if she was looking at a youthful love that would never return.

It starts with love and ends with love. The reason why Seattle's sunshine has the power to penetrate people's hearts is because it is covered by rain all year round, because there is little sunshine, so it is precious, and her smile, no matter how bright it is, is destined to be stained with too much wetness.

At the bar on the other side, he asked her to return the former Gu Sheng to him. She can't afford to repay, recalling the past, her expression is a little numb, and a little indifferent, the six-year separation has already made her a gloomy woman, she can't learn the old words and smiles, even if the classmates outside the private room are gathered at the moment, and the private room is given warmth by him, she will still feel that six years are like a dream.

Why is it six years since I was separated?

I used to like to read, King Wu Yue and the princess loved each other very much, the princess returned to the door for a few days, and King Wu Yue wrote a letter: "Mo Shang flowers bloom, you can slowly return." ”

When King Wu Yue saw the flowers blooming, he was full of thoughts in his heart, although he longed for his wife to return to him immediately, but he couldn't bear to disturb his wife's interest in thinking about his relatives, so he used the word "slowly".

At that time, when I read this, my heart was warm, and the man's affection was moving.

At that time, she thought that there was King Wu Yue in the past, and now there is Lu Zichu; Although they are of different generations, they are all men with bright flowers.

Goodbye, he is still Lu Zichu, but he is no longer Lu Zichu, and today, he can interpret his smile more than ever before.

A newspaper is mostly chasing after the wind, but it makes her see that six years later, he has already become the dream lover in the minds of many women, from a lawyer to the head of the group, he has completed the most gorgeous transformation under the spotlight.

They have all changed, he has become unexpressive, and he is in the habit of hiding all his joys, sorrows, and sorrows under a calm appearance, and whitewashing the peace with a calm smile.

Cheeks are close to each other, like two scarred trapped beasts, stubbornly absorbing the little warmth left by each other. They used to be so distinctly warm to each other, but unfortunately they have become alienated and approached over the years.

Everyone has to go through love, honey at that time, arsenic at that time. Encounters are already a gift, she still believes in love, but she has long since ceased to have extravagant hopes for love.

Before 07 years, Lu Zichu was cold, and his hands were extremely cold in spring; For 13 years, the person with cold fingers was Ah Sheng. His hand was held in the palm of his hand, and she could feel the warmth coming from his palm.

Isn't it sad that the place that had been washed by the liquid brought a bitter chill? Isn't her life sad enough? It's simply a live stage play, and the plot can't help itself.

When she thought so, the corners of her mouth raised a faint smile, like the warm spring that suddenly appeared after the haze of midwinter, trying to keep herself from looking so miserable by smiling.

"How so? Well? After all, she still opened her mouth, her tone was shallow and light, she was asking Lu Zichu, and she was also asking herself.

The handsome man looked at her, her eyes were waveless, there was no look in them, and her dark eyes were filled with solidified sadness.

Lu Zichu mourned in his heart, unable to tell whether her words were wringing his heart or her eyes piercing his heart, only to feel that the smell of iron was spreading in his throat, and he tasted the sweet smell.

When I was a child, I watched martial arts dramas with Wu Nai, and Wu Nai would always scoff when he saw the characters in the play vomiting blood, how could Wu Nai think it could be so exaggerated? How can you say that the blood can be vomited and vomited?

But now, not only now, as early as Wangjiangyuan saw her letter, a poisonous needle was mercilessly pierced in the heart, and the pain made Lu Zichu breathe tightly for several days.

Unsure of the tears in his eyes, he pursed his lips and took her in his arms before he was about to be crushed by the pain, so tight that it seemed to embed her in his body.

"Ah Sheng, let's forget the past and start over, okay?" The hoarse voice mixed with suppressed breathing, but it could no longer burn the roots of her ears.

Ah Sheng thought, if he is as smart as him, why is he stupid? Is it really possible to forget the past? She is now not human, she is not a ghost, and she can't wait to bury her head in the dust every time she makes a fool of herself, how can a person like her start?

"I seem to have been doing wrong things all along, maybe I shouldn't have returned to China, it's all my fault for making you so sad, but Zichu, I want you to be happy." She said.

At that moment, Lu Zichu's breath was suffocated, and his eyes seemed to be the darkest sea water, as if he was experiencing an earth-shaking catastrophe when he encountered the wind and waves.

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In the spring of 2013, the bar on the other side was overwhelmed with wordless sadness, some people cried, some people smoked silently, and some people drank glass after glass, lamenting the impermanence of the world.

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