"Xiaoman!"

He finally screamed softly, with a slight hoarse and trembling in his voice, and his voice was still as good, but I hated that my name was called out by that mouth again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The body paused, wiped the last bit, and stopped all movements.

I tried to put away my tears, but I just couldn't, so I just turned around like this, with a sad face, he should be happy to see my heartache, right?!

But I turned to meet those eyes, but I seemed to see a hint of surprise and pain unconsciously shining in his eyes.

This must be a delusion!

I ridiculed myself for being ridiculous, how could it be?!

Even if it hurts, he will never hurt me again!

Qin Yu! This person I once loved has long since become someone else's love and Prince Charming!

I still have extravagant hopes?!

He looked a little at a loss.

And my heart trembled for no reason, because of the paleness on his face!

What happened to him?!

Why is there no trace of blood on his face, there is an unconcealable tiredness and sadness on his handsome face, the moment he sees me, his eyes are obviously wide, and a surprise is unconcealable on his face, he tries his best to suppress it, of course, maybe it's just my self-inflicted affection, he may just laugh at himself to see me.

But the way he looked at me still made me feel uneasy, even a little afraid.

It is better to say that he is afraid of him, but he is afraid of himself. I'm afraid that I will involuntarily fall into his focused eyes at this time.

His eyes flashed with a few incredulities and surprises, and perhaps he was just as reluctant and embarrassed by such an encounter as he was, so he could have these performances.

"Why are you here?!" My voice was cold and deep.

He shuddered visibly, and the brightness in his eyes dimmed.

"Your purpose has been achieved, what else are you going to do here? Won't you come to thank me for the benefits my dad gave you because you left me? My voice was flat, but like a sharp cone, it unceremoniously pierced his heart.

Yes, I was deliberately stabbing him, deliberately humiliating him.

Because I know that just after we broke up, my father actually partnered with his father in a business and made a lot of money.

Their family was originally financially good, but it was still far from the strength of my family at that time, and if we got the support of our family, their business would have a qualitative leap. He finally achieved this goal, but at the cost of breaking up with me. No one told me the truth, but I could see it from the bits and pieces in the back.

Otherwise, why didn't they cooperate early and late, but they didn't cooperate until after I broke up, maybe this is the compensation that my father gave him. Sure enough, men always put their interests first!

Now that we're in decline, and his family is thriving, there's really no need to go through this muddy trip again. Even if he still has a little conscience, no, he has always been a very conscientious person, very good at pleasing girls, but I am excluded. Maybe he came to pay his respects because his father helped them (for whatever reason) and still had a little feeling in his heart? But is it still necessary? Yin and yang are separated, and everything is meaningless!

My words hurt him, but I didn't feel any pain, I just hoped that he would leave quickly, and then my heart might calm down again.

"It's good to see you again!" Under his hurt expression, he didn't expect him to say such a sentence tremblingly.

I looked at him, and he avoided his gaze, but what did I catch? Did there even a sparkle in his eyes?

I wanted to see better, but he simply turned around and looked into the distance.

"I just happened to pass by here, so come and pay my respects, I'll leave now."

I didn't look at him again, just stared intently at the cold stone tablet.

He had turned and walked slowly into the distance, but I remained motionless, still looking at the stele, on which seemed to show my father's smiling face, staring at me so kindly.

It's over, it's finally over, he's a past, and I'm no longer angry with my father for his business, but it's a pity that it's too late, too late, and my tears are falling again, I don't know if it's for my father or for him.

I suddenly heard the footsteps behind me stop again, I couldn't help staring, and even retracted my breath, it turned out that I had been watching his every move freely, and the coldness on the surface still couldn't hide my uncompetitive heart!

When I heard the footsteps stop, I suddenly felt an urge to ask him, "What's wrong with you?" Why is your face so pale?! And the idea of this thought scared me hard, do I still care about him?! I pinched myself hard.

"Xiaoman, no matter what happens, you must be strong, don't hurt yourself, you must, you must be happy!" I heard the voice behind me, it was hoarse and low, but I heard it clearly.

Why in such a voice, why do you say these words?! I was stunned at that moment! All the embankments collapsed with a clamour at his seemingly casual words.

I couldn't help but jerk around any longer.

But he had gone far away. Walking so slowly and heavily.

I didn't stop him, I didn't ask what I wanted to ask.

(But I received in my mind the eyes of a woman who seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, with a few bad intentions, with a few sneers, with a few disdain for a good show.) ）

I hadn't felt this way in a long time, and I suddenly had a splitting headache.

His figure kept zooming in my mind, and I held out my hand to him hopelessly, is he really going to leave me again? It turns out that I still can't really forget him, it turns out that I still can't give up that feeling, even if he is a little good to himself, he will let his deliberately cooled feelings turn up the shocking waves again! From the moment we met, all the reserve collapsed!

Or is it from the subconscious, I don't want to believe his betrayal at all?!

"Man!" I heard an anxious shout, and he rushed over: "Man, are you okay, are you okay?!" Look at me, quick, answer me! He called out to me nervously, one after another.

He really didn't leave ruthlessly, he still cares about me, right? Looking at his nervous face, looking at his anxious expression, looking at the pain in his eyes, all this must not be fake, I grabbed him, very painful, but showed a smile.

"You still care about me, do you?!" I was laughing, but tears were streaming down my face. And his body froze. At that moment, my heart fell like a lake of ice, and suddenly I hated myself, hated myself for being self-inflicted, hated myself for being so uncontrollable, asking such unbearable and laughable questions!

(To be continued.) )