It was not until this time that Chen Weiwei really understood how pitiful she was, so much love for Yanqing, dedicated to him and even pregnant, it turned out that she was just a shadow in his heart, another heart, but she never realized that in his world, living so without a sense of existence, the reason why she lived so real and emotional, was because Yuxin never appeared in front of Yanqing's eyes, I am just a substitute that Yan Qing found between the loss of love, and the saddest thing is that he and Yu Xin are still sisters who have been separated for many years.

Chen Weiwei suddenly felt that life was so unreasonable, everything seemed to be destined, just like when Yan Qing fell in love with him, but because he saw a figure of Yu Xin in an illusion, he has been in Yan Qing's heart, but he is living with Yu Xin's name, feeling insecure love.

Chen Weiwei stroked her round belly with her hand, thinking about the baby who would be born soon, she didn't know what kind of hormones were secreted in her chaotic mind, so that she put away all the princesses' tempers, endured anger and sadness, pretended to be very bland, and pushed Yan Qing who was sleeping beside her.

Yan Qing, who woke up, did not reach out to turn on the bedside lamp in this dark room, but looked at the ceiling in front of him in horror, staring intently at the darkness in front of him.

"Honey, you're having nightmares again, you must have been too tired lately"

Chen Weiwei wiped the sweat droplets on Yan Qing's face with her hand in the dark, but inadvertently scratched the corners of her eyes and got something like tears, she could be sure that there must be no place for herself in such tears.

"It's okay, Weiwei, maybe there have been too many things in the company lately, let's sleep"

After Yan Qing finished speaking, he got up and walked to the bathroom, he soaked the basin with cold water, plunged into it, slowly raised his head again, looked at his embarrassed appearance full of water in the mirror, took a towel and wiped it clean.

He wants to wash away all the dust and see his true appearance in the mirror, but he can't take off the invisible mask he wears for life.

Chen Weiwei, who was lying on the bed, covered her mouth with her hands for fear of crying, she couldn't stop her tears from falling, she could only use the pillow towel at hand to wipe it clean, she closed her eyes, thinking that this would close the valve of sadness in her heart, but she couldn't stop her involuntary tears from soaking her eyes over and over again.

Yuxin, who was still wandering on the street, did not return to the apartment, nor did he return to the flower shop, but stayed and wandered on the street alone, sitting on the side of the road and watching the next dawn sun rise and shine on his face.

Last night's darkness seems to be a short funeral, the whole Beijing is a solemn to the death of a church, all the outpouring and emotions can be simply summed up in two words - sadness, tears are the most silent and sharpest inner screams of last night's funeral, cruel to the point that people can't heal themselves, this kind of continuous sadness from his beginning of the black night, is destined to be in the next countless days and nights, like the tide of the sea constantly rolling up new waves to rush onto the originally calm beach, the surging emotions stranded on the beach, The teenager who was waiting to pick up the shells passed by and inadvertently picked her up for collection.

The darkness of any night is unable to resist the arrival of the dawn sun, just like the confused heart sitting on the street, the morning sun at the beginning of the dawn with the red glow of the sky, will eventually take off the black cover on her body, and replace it with a red and yellow light.

It was another tossing and turning night, this seemingly ordinary night was undoubtedly a torment of the Chinese medicine in the teapot for Yan Qing, and the pungent smell accidentally emitted choked Chen Weiwei, who was sleeping beside her, making her face full of tears.

Yan Qing has not fallen asleep since he woke up in the middle of the night, he thought about it repeatedly, the nightmare lingered back and forth in his heart and refused to leave, and the face of Yu Xin who left silently in the dream was always reflected in front of him.

In the black-soaked room, Yan Qing and Chen Weiwei were half-asleep and half-awake, neither of them fell asleep peacefully, a bed that was originally immersed in happiness and happiness, but they could not merge the worlds of the two people into one, in this suppressed darkness that was about to suffocate, they were all open to each other, waiting for the baptism of wind and rain in the years, the sand and gravel covered on it would be swept away, and all the unwanted but unstoppable truths were finally unveiled without reservation.

Yan Qing, who was anxious, lay in the long night, not daring to fall asleep again, afraid that the old shadow would reappear in the dream, and Yu Xin's disappointment with a hideous face, afraid of facing countless unstoppable reappearance of the past, afraid of facing the nostalgia that can never be erased in his heart.

Although Chen Weiwei closed her eyes, she felt brighter than turning on tens of millions of flashlights, and there was a picture in her heart that was completely incompatible with this night.

She always hears others say that a man who loves you will only unabashedly show his purest and true inner world in two times, the first is in the dream, only the one who can appear in the dream is the most real world in his heart, although the words in the dream cannot be counted, but it can reflect his emotions most unabashedly, and the second is that when he drinks too much, only the brain paralyzed by alcohol gets rid of his own most hypocritical and hidden control, will release all the things that you don't want to say and the people you shouldn't think about in your subconscious, mix tears as a sensational conciliator, and vent all the unspeakable and unspeakable feelings in your heart.

When the light of dawn shone into the window again, Yan Qing cheered up as always and got up and set off, he didn't sleep very well last night, and he didn't forget to kiss Chen Weiwei lightly on the corner of her mouth before leaving the house.

Chen Weiwei lay on the bed and saw Yan Qing slowly swimming from the side of the bed to her like a snake, she knew very well that it was the kiss goodbye that had been unchanged for a long time.

Chen Weiwei was a little resistant and even resisted to turn her face to the other side, she felt extremely relieved and soothed in normal times for this kind of politeness that can no longer be regarded as passion, but today she feels that it is a false etiquette, thinking of everything last night, she has not yet had the courage to convince herself that it is so easy to let go, in that fake to the extreme, when the kiss is coming, Chen Weiwei even wants to leave a sentence "You didn't brush your teeth in the morning!" He rejected him ruthlessly, but when he saw his poisonous eyes, he still couldn't bear it, and turned his face back slightly.

"Stay safe"

The four simple and pale words, Yan Qing should have heard the pale and empty feelings, but the nerves of the brain that had been smeared with the lubricating oil of self-confidence and even conceit had long been paralyzed to the point that he had lost his due sensitivity, and he thought that Chen Weiwei was caring about himself, and he was innocent in his smile, and he didn't feel that Chen Weiwei had any doubts and dissatisfaction with him.

Yan Qing didn't kiss Chen Weiwei's lips that had been scented for many years like before, but just dipped it on the hairline near the right side of her face.

Yan Qing, who went out, took the elevator downstairs, drove away from the community and drove in the direction of the company, the car was driving at high speed on the road, Yan Qing did not turn on the music again as before, and what he heard in his ears was the roar of the engine except for the whirring wind.

It's not that he doesn't like to drive and listen to music, but he thinks of a lot of things in his mind, and these things that are loaded in his mind can't be lingered for a while.

Once the floodgates of longing are opened by some kind of force, it is difficult to close them again at any time, and the demon who is hidden in his heart should not think about it and dare not think about it, so he quietly broke free from the chain bound by time from a place called the bottom of his heart.

For Yan Qing, the heart of the language is a little inappropriate for this metaphor, Yan Qing has always thought that this once fell in love at first sight, in his heart to take root in his heart, has long been clean in the joy and get along with others again and again, but he forgot that the beauty of the first sight will never be weathered by the sand that has passed by the years, the so-called pulling out is just buried by the quicksand that repeatedly gushes between the years, forgotten in the wasteland of memory.

In fact, there is a perfect male god or goddess hidden in everyone's heart, but we who are young and hot-blooded, for the reality of the one who stays with us and the young Qingsi is willing to boil into the casserole of time into a white-haired companion, he {she}, to temporarily or forever lock this once beautiful in his heart, as a private secret locked inside, just like we walk on the street, our eyes will always stay on a stranger we don't know, or we will worship a beautiful star. This is all because we found the beauty that was lost in reality, and saw the shadow in our hearts.

Yan Qing drove a red Maserati roaring in this sparsely populated early morning street, and the appearance of the heart kept coming to mind in his mind, the kind of image that appeared in his mind was uncontrollable, and it was more accurate that he didn't want to refuse.

The switch of memory was firmly in his hand, and if it weren't for his approval, who would have been qualified to release this thought so unscrupulously and occupy the atrium.

The car still drove in the direction of the company according to the established route, and when he ran for several blocks, he still decided to go to the Xingyuxin flower shop and wanted to find Yuxin to talk to him in person.

With the lost emotional direction, wandering on the street all night sleepless, just sitting on the side of the street and watching the sun once again give the city all the warmth it needs, but it can't illuminate his heart like a cloud and fog, and all the emotions gather into a haze.

"Little girl, are you alright? Need help from me? ”

Yuxin, who was almost in a daze, sat on the side of the street, looking at the occasional people floating in front of him without any feeling, until he was gently pushed by the cleaning aunt before he suddenly came back to his senses.

"It's okay, thank you, I'm just a little tired, it's affecting your work, I'm really sorry"

Yuxin raised her head and looked at the cleaning aunt holding the tools, got up and smiled slightly before leaving.

Yuxin wants to go back to the Xingyuxin flower shop, and she feels all these troubles, maybe only the fragrance of flowers in the store can be cured.

Yuxin didn't know how long he had been walking, but the appearance of Xingyuxin's flower shop slowly appeared in the line of sight, and the familiar streets still repeated the scenes of yesterday or even before.

She may have been tormented by sleepiness to the point of nervous occlusion, and there was no tiredness written on her face, but her hair, which was a little unkempt by her sitting on the side of the road last night, looked a little decadent, but it could not hide the delicate signature face without makeup.

Yan Qing drove the car to the door of Xingyuxin Flower Shop, parked not far away, he sat in the car and hesitated repeatedly, got out of the car and walked into the flower shop, did not see Yuxin, so he hurriedly came out, because Yan Qing had a pair of sunglasses on his face after entering, and Mai Xiqian who stayed in the store did not recognize him.

Yan Qing knew very well that if Mai Qian Qian recognized herself, she would definitely call Yu Xin, in that case, it is estimated that Yu Xin would not appear in the next few days, let alone today.

Sitting back in the car, Yan Qing, who had no bottom in his heart, didn't know if Yu Xin would come to the flower shop after what happened yesterday, he could only look at the outside world through the car window.

Yuxin slowly dragged the two legs that were a little disobedient, and walked towards the flower shop leisurely, and when she saw her coming, Yan Qing opened the car door and walked out of it.

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