Love is not a widow's joy: a life care, so far all year round (end)

"You don't have to say it"

When he said this, his voice trembled like words, and Junli's eyes became jerky.

Lan Mufei stood at the intersection in a daze, looking at the shadow nearby, the light of her pupils flickered, and she was a little unsure if this was just a dream for her.

Sijun let go of Lan Mufei's hand, took off the sunglasses on his face, and looked at Louis Ying Widow with a pair of royal blue eyes, as if there was a touch of pride in his eyes.

When Louis Yingwei saw Sijun's eyes, the whole person was completely frozen, and there seemed to be something exploding under the "boom" in his head.

Heart, violently trembling.

Blue pupil ......

Name: Sijun......

The woman standing next to him who was thinking about it came too fast, and he couldn't believe that it was really not a dream!

"Scarlet ...... Scarlet ...... "The thin lips trembled, and the trembling voice was spitting out, and the heart was beating fast, as if it was about to pop out of the chest.

Lan Mufei heard his hoarse voice, and suddenly smiled, and the mist that had been at the bottom of his eyes gradually dissipated.

Stepping up his slender legs, he walked towards him step by step, his eyes fell on the house behind him, his expression was calm and calm, but there was an unconcealable excitement and joy of reunion in the light at the bottom of his eyes.

Two years ago, she read the news of his divorce in the newspaper.

At that moment, I couldn't tell the joy or sorrow.

She has learned to let go, used to living an indifferent and quiet life with Sijun in this rainy town, and never thought that one day he would divorce or start over.

His divorce was his choice, she respected it, but she wouldn't contact him, and vaguely felt that his heart should have the same mood as herself.

After seven years, they are no longer the same as they were at the beginning, and they are not sure that after seven years, their love for each other, the relationship and feeling they once had are still there, or they have been diluted by time and the world, and there is not much left.

Seven years of separation, there are many, many things in between, and I can't be sure if they really let go and don't mind.

Lan Mufei's eyes looked at the house, Louis Ying's eyes did not take his eyes off, his eyes stared greedily at her side face, compared to her twenties, the current Lan Mufei has more of the elegance and quiet beauty of the years, extremely charming.

At this moment, Louis Widow suddenly felt that he was still alive, as if he was back in his twenties, and when he saw the girl who was excited, his nervous palms were sweating, and many words in his head were denied, and he couldn't find a word to talk to her.

After living for 46 years, he didn't know how to talk to a woman, and he really went back the more he lived.

Lan Mufei finally shifted his eyes from the house to his handsome face, and the bottom of his eyes and eyebrows were smeared with a shallow smile, which was more intoxicating than the spring breeze.

"And you...... Is the imaginary home much worse? Louis Widow let out a nervous voice, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his fingers stained with white paint, and he wiped his pants without hesitation, a slight wolf bèi, but it did not affect the charm of his mature man.

This home was built by him in two years according to the picture she had depicted at the beginning, and the decoration of the house, including the paint, was painted by himself.

The furniture was all to her liking, he drew it, and sent it to the factory for customization; Even the trees planted on the side of the road are cherry blossoms and holly, which are her favorites.

The white fence and the white mailbox really couldn't find the seeds of the morning glory, so he had no choice but to use mandarin duck vines instead.

I'm afraid, she'll not like it!

Lan Mufei's thin lips pursed lightly, as if he was smiling, his eyes fell on the white mailbox beside him, the paint had not yet dried, and half of his face had not been smeared.

"...... here," she raised her arm and pointed to the mailbox, and her voice was elegant: "Be sure to write the scarlet widow." ”

Louis Young's pupils constricted, and his eyes shifted from her face to her fingers, especially when he saw the simple ring on her ring finger.

took a step forward, suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly, constantly tightening his arms, tight without a slit, as if to rub her into his own blood.

Lan Mufei was strangled by him and could barely breathe, but he was reluctant to let him go.

Such a picture, how many nights, the dreams she subconsciously created, things that she didn't dare to think about during the day, finally came true.

I once thought that I was going to grow old like this, but I didn't expect that the heart that had been silent for seven years, at the moment when I saw him with my own eyes, I couldn't help but stir up waves after all, without the madness of love when I was young*, but I longed to hold hands with this person to watch the long stream.

Louis Widow's fingers covered the back of her head, and he rubbed her shoulder-length hair with tenderness, "You've been waiting for me!" What if I don't come back? ”

Lan Mufei looked at the blue sky, clear and transparent, beautiful like a painting.

"I knew you'd come, so I waited."

If he hadn't come, she would have guarded Sijun and their sweet memories, and she could have lived a lifetime!

Louis Widow's heart tightened, her arms reluctantly loosened slightly, her lips brushed her eyes, nose, and lips like a dragonfly, and her voice was hoarse: "I still owe you a word!" ”

Lan Mufei raised his head, subconsciously biting his pink lips, silently staring at his unchanged face over the years, the love in his heart was entangled, and the ripples in his heart were flooding.

It turns out that love really has nothing to do with age.

"I owe you a 'I love you' and let me spend the rest of my life to repay you, and I will try to live to be a hundred years old." When Louis Widow said this, his eyes met her, extremely serious and affectionate.

He's 46 years old this year, and they still have 54 years to stay together, and he's going to use the remaining 54 years to make up for the sixteen years they missed!

Lan Mu's eyes were misty, but he didn't vent wantonly on his face, the corners of his mouth were always filled with a shallow smile, and his voice was soft: "The hardest time was when I left you at the beginning, and I often couldn't help but cry; I wish I had a powerful antivirus in my body that could kill all my love for you at any time, so that I wouldn't have any heartache or heartbreak when I left you! ”

"The most sad time is when I forget those things for a moment, thinking that you are still the same you, I love you, I have come to my mouth, but I exhale a cloud of air, and then look down and laugh at myself."

"The happiest moment is this moment, because we go around in circles and find that love is just a sentence 'so you are here too'"

Lan Mufei's slender arms took the initiative to hug his neck, and the unprecedented happiness in his life blossomed in his heart, fragrant and fragrant.

If it weren't for the deep love at this moment, who would doubt that the clouds that have lasted for many years are light and light.

Louis Widow hugged her, why didn't he have such feelings.

After leaving Paris two years ago, he returned to Xixun but never dared to set foot in the house full of their fond memories, or even to touch anyone related to her.

He found this place and spent two years building this "home", before that, he seemed to be a rootless person, no matter where he went, he stayed in a hotel.

In his heart, where there is her, it is home, and where there is no her, there is just a cold cage everywhere.

I never thought that they would live in the same place for the past two years, but they had never met.

No!

Met once, two weeks ago.

That time when he heard a familiar ringtone on the street, he subconsciously thought it was her, but unfortunately he didn't catch it at the time, thinking it was just a hallucination of his own.

But these two years are not a waste, because he had just divorced at that time, and he still needed time and precipitation.

The best part was that the mistress of the "home" came back just after the completion of this "home".

"Scarlet, I've never felt as clean as I do now, even the air around me is clean." At last he was not an earl, not anyone's son, not anyone's husband, just her widow!

Lan Mufei's lips blurred with a smile that grew, and he turned sideways to look at Sijun, who had already walked over and was standing, looking up at them.

"I solemnly introduce to you: Louis Niannian, your son!"

Aged?

Isn't it called Sijun?

Louis Ying was stunned, reacted, and looked excited, "I have been caring for all my life, and I have been living all year round." ”

For this name, Sijun has long understood what it means, not as excited as other children to see their father for the first time, he is very calm, calmly recognized him from the crowd at a glance, and calmly racked his brains to let him meet his mother!

As a result, he actually released his own pigeons, I really don't know where such a stupid person is worthy of his mother's forgetfulness, and it is completely inconsistent with the tall image of his father that he longs for.

"All year round...... I'm Dad. Louis Widow remembered that he did not like to look up and talk to people, so he deliberately crouched down, reached out and took his arm, and brought him to him.

Sijun's arrogant little eyes seemed to say, "Nonsense, of course I know that you are my father!" "I looked up at my mother—this father, it's not what he thought, do you want it?"

Lan Mufei squatted down beside Louis Ying's widow, reached out and touched his head, "Don't pretend to be cool, Dad is home, aren't you happy?" ”

Father...... Homecoming!

Sijun's eyes lit up on Louis Ying's nervous and expectant eyes, a face he had seen countless times on his mother's mobile phone, and had called it countless times; Every time his mother is sad, every time someone else has a father, he hopes that this person can also be by his side and his mother.

Now, he's really back, won't he leave again?

He's got a dad!

"Daddy......" was a very small sound, and he threw himself into the arms of Louis Widow and hugged his neck tightly.

Louis felt a hot and moist sensation on his neck, and his heart flooded, and he choked up with a "hmm".

Lan Mufei watched their father and son recognize and hug each other, there were no tears in their eyes, only smiles.

Her smile was reflected in his eyes, breeding the same warmth and smile to dissolve and entangle, driving away the coldness and sorrow that had endured in each other's lives.

He held his son in one hand and put the other hand around her shoulder, as if he were hugging his whole world.

I don't know where the fragrance of flowers wafts from the wind, fragrant......

Louis Young's cell phone was ringing, it was an old song.

Someone asked me, what is so good about you, after so many years, I still can't forget.

No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can't compare to your smile, and those who haven't seen you won't understand.

……

Whether it's the arrangement of fate, or your deliberate tricking.

However, this qiē is no longer important, I am willing to follow you to the ends of the earth.

……

This year, he was 46 years old and had a wife like a flower and a son like a jade.

……

Who said: If you don't forget, you may not really have an echo. No one has defeated the years, * after the clouds disperse, only the ashes of time remain.

If you don't forget, there will be an echo.

……

Time goes back in black and white, nine years ago, at the end of December, Monday went back, blurry, bleak, tangled like film, the last shot slipped out of the camera's flash, the moment when the shutter freezes.

If it was that night sixteen years ago, the story would start again.

It turns out that love is still so hurtful.

―――――――――――――― (ENDS) ――――――――――――――――

Young Master: That's all for Lan Mufei and the widow! The next update is [Nian Yao doesn't know how old the years are] Male protagonist: All year round, female protagonist, I'm phew, it's male protagonist No. 2: Jian Yao! Supporting role: Lan Mufei, Ying Widow. I don't like to enter carefully, I must enter, and the part about Jian Yao is crooked. I don't like to measure a child in terms of an adult!

After that, it's Jane、Sealed dust is a small fan.,Everyone chooses to order according to your preferences.,Thank you for following me as a wayward author.,This way,You've worked hard.。 Goodbay. O(∩_∩)O