The people who sent out came back one by one,

But no group of people found An Yirou.

It was dark outside, and after a few lightning bolts, thunder rolled and heavy rain came in an instant.

It's late, An Yirou hasn't come back, where can she go alone?

Feng Yutian pulled out the needle and got up to put on his coat.

Feng Jing Lihua grabbed him and said, "So many people can't find it, can you find it if you go?" She sincerely avoids you, how could she let you find it. ”

Feng Yutian pushed her hand away and said, "I'll come back when I go." ”

Then he went out.

Feng Jing Lihua knows her son's temper, the things he decides will not change, and he will not die if he doesn't find An Yirou.

She now prayed that Feng Yutian would find An Yirou soon, and An Yirou's temper would make this matter even more stiff.

Anyway, their relationship is very stiff, and it will be broken after a stiffness.

Why wouldn't she?

*

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, walking in the night rain, it is very difficult, the umbrella is useless at all, Feng Yutian simply lost the umbrella and walked in the rain.

He knew that An Yirou might go somewhere, but she always forgot to bring the key, and now it must be drenched in the rain.

Quicken your pace and head towards An Yirou's studio.

Sure enough, when I approached the studio, I saw a vague figure, sitting on the steps of the studio with her knees crossed.

The rain was raging, and the rain ran down her wet hair, forming a small curtain of rain in front of her forehead, and she did not lift her head, sitting silently in the rain like a stone.

She is always so stubborn, even the way she gets angry is stubborn and masochistic.

*

Even An Yirou herself didn't understand why she came here, maybe she still remembered his words subconsciously: My wife remembers to wait for me.

She didn't wait for him that day, and she came here to wait today, will he still come?

She always thought that their relationship was actually very simple, it was a matter of love and non-love.

If you don't love him, nothing will happen.

But she fell in love with him.

There is no problem with falling in love with him, but his family background is relatively high, and she is a little unattainable.

This is not a problem, if he lets go, she will definitely let go, let go of everything in a chic manner, so that he can return to his world without any worries.

But not only did he not let go, but he eloped here with her and had a good time.

The better the time, the easier it is for people to be greedy, and if they are greedy, they are very lazy, and they want to rely on him all the time, always thinking that the time can be longer, and they will always be together.

But when she couldn't let go, she found that their relationship was no longer simple.

She didn't know how much he was hiding from her, and she didn't know which of the things he said to her was true and which was false.

*

There was a man standing in front of her, and she didn't have to look up to know who was coming.

The rain seemed to be a little lighter, and An Yirou raised her head and squinted at him.

The street lights are unknown, and the lights are still flickering in the rain, and behind him are flickering lights, and his face is a gloomy silhouette. I can't see the expression clearly.

In fact, she has never been able to see him clearly, but she has always blindly trusted, so that she has entrusted him wholeheartedly, leaving no way back for herself.

Feng Yutian stretched out his hand and wanted to pull her up, but An Yirou interrupted him coldly: "Don't touch me." ”

Her voice was colder than the rain.

Feng Yutian's hand trembled, and An Yi's soft temperament knew very well that a hard touch would only make the contradiction deeper.

He silently leaned down and made eye contact with her.

The voice was calm, but the nasal voice was heavy: "I will investigate today's matter to the end and find sufficient evidence to justify myself." An Yirou, we are husband and wife, you have to give me the most basic trust. I really didn't do anything to be sorry for you. ”

An Yirou didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

He was soaking wet, his well-trimmed hair was now in a clump, and the rain was running down his sideburns.

Her fine eyelashes were full of droplets, and her eyes looked at her leisurely, and her eyes were full of broken pain.

I haven't known him for a long time, but I have never seen him so depressed, and he looks distressing.

An Yirou turned her head away from looking at him, feeling that if she continued to look at him, she would be deceived by him again.

An Yirou said: "I don't want to know about today's things, and I don't want to ask. I'm here to ask you something else. ”

Feng Yutian saw that she didn't feel any trust at all, and it was more than bitter, and said lightly: "You ask." ”

An Yirou turned her head, stared straight at him and said, "If you love someone, you should be 100% honest with her, and you can't deceive her or deceive her." ”

Feng Yutian nodded.

An Yirou asked, "Have you lied to me, is there anything I should know that you haven't told me?" ”

Feng Yutian was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Even if you want to ask the teacher for sin, you have to change places." It's not very good to talk here. ”

"I brought the keys to the studio and we went in and talked," he said. ”

With that, he stood up and reached out to take her hand.

An Yirou flashed to the side and stood up.

But after sitting for too long, my legs were a little numb, and as soon as I stood up, my legs suddenly pierced like ten thousand needles, and I couldn't help shaking my body and almost fell.

Feng Yutian quickly supported her and picked her up.

An Yirou was anxious and angry, struggling and said, "Feng Yutian, let go of me." ”

But he hugged her tightly, pressed her head in his arms, and her whole body was cold.

The resoluteness in the heavy nose was exceptionally clear in the rainy night: "An Yirou, for you, I will never let go for the rest of my life, let me let go, in the next life." ”

That sentence poured into his ears clearly, stirring up a hot current in his heart, stinging nerves and tear glands in the rush.

An Yirou's tears swarmed out of boundless tears, out of control, she beat him and beat him, no matter how he struggled, he just wouldn't let go.

As he walked up the stairs, he pressed her hand to his chest, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's raining so hard, I don't know how to hide, why are you so stupid." ”

He firmly controlled her, An Yirou couldn't exert his strength, so he could only let him hold it. Gritted his teeth and said, "yes, that's stupid." ”

The rain was cool, and his body was hot. Being hugged tightly by him, it felt like a small stove, An Yirou thought, maybe this was the last time she snuggled in this embrace.

Thinking like this, a burst of suffocation came to her heart, and she was already in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

*

The studio is a double-storey front room, and there is a rest room and bathroom on the second floor, but the hot water has to be boiled by yourself.

Feng Yutian put An Yirou on the sofa, went to the bathroom to turn on the water heater, and brought a nightgown and a large towel.

Seeing An leaning on the sofa as if he was in prostration, his eyes were very attentive, staring at him like a hostile stray cat.

He didn't speak, but stepped forward and undressed her.