Unexpectedly, I actually met a diving bird here today. Leng Qinghe was surprised, surprised, and sad. But she also knew that she really didn't have the kind of feelings she had for the man in front of her. She could really face him calmly.

How easy it is to let go of someone?

Love is a heavy book, if you don't open it, your heart will be as quiet as water. Once you open it, you can't help but want to read it in one sitting, but after reading it, you find that your heart is full of emptiness.

Your heart will be filled with those inkblots from now on, and you will never be able to return to the tranquility you had before.

At this time, Leng Qinghe suddenly noticed that the diving bird's gaze fell on the ring on his hand. He smiled indifferently and said, "Oh, I'm engaged." As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the ring.

The diving bird was inexplicably embarrassed, so he could only say: Oh, then it's time to bless you.

He didn't finish his sentence, but the expression on his face was a little obscure. He wanted to hide the strangeness in his heart: he thought that Leng Qinghe had been married a long time ago. I didn't expect to hear her say that she had just gotten engaged.

He also felt that there were some things that he could not ask in detail.

However, Leng Qinghe said: My boyfriend is a Canadian, and he happened to go to Beijing recently. Otherwise, he would have come here in the evening and wait for me to get off work with him.

As he spoke, he smiled sweetly.

That means, obviously, that now she is happy and in love.

The mystery in the diving bird's heart was even heavier, he thought she was still with Du Ou. Could it be that Du Ou has also become history?

He wanted to smile bitterly, what is love in this world?

He said, "Oh, that's right." Pretty good. What industry does your boyfriend work in China?

Leng Qinghe said: He has actually been in China for seven or eight years, and he originally studied abroad, but then he really liked the life here, so he didn't want to go back. He was a traveler, running around, then taking photographs, composing texts, and providing them to a foreign website.

The diving bird said, "Oh, it's fascinating.

Leng Qinghe said: In fact, it is also very hard, travel, if it is a kind of life, it does sound very pleasant, but it is a kind of work, and it may be quite torturous. However, the point is that he likes it, and if he likes something, it feels different to do it.

The diving bird smiled and said, "Yes, indeed." So he needs to run around so often? Not by your side?

Leng Qinghe didn't show much helplessness, she didn't mind that he often had to travel far away, because she had long been used to the feeling of waiting for someone, loneliness and patience.

She's become less attached now. Not attached, not sticky, you are here, we are together, you are gone, I naturally live well alone.

Sometimes, love teaches a woman not only a princess-like bad temper, but also a more independent personality.

She said: It's okay, I'm used to it.

"But this kind of work sounds really interesting, much more interesting than my job."

She said, "yes, he's been to many, many places, all over the world, but he'll still like it the most." Now he doesn't run much outside, and a lot of time is spent sorting out his travel materials, and he plans to publish his own book.

The diving bird said: Really? So when are you going to get married?

Leng Qinghe said: This maybe. Look at the plan, I'm more stable here, the key is to look at his work plan there. There are still a lot of things to solve when you really want to get married, and it seems impossible this year. But maybe ......

Leng Qinghe is right, although he proposed to himself, but if he really wants to get married, there are still many problems to be solved.

Relatively speaking, Leng Qinghe is stronger than him, because she has a shop, which is all her capital.

She hadn't brought him to meet his parents, he hadn't introduced his family to her, and they didn't have a real house of their own. They each live in a rented apartment. He lives in an old-fashioned bungalow, although it is very old, but the arrangement is very tasteful, which makes Leng Qinghe deeply like it.

The tone is a bit sombre, but cosy and laid-back. The floor-to-ceiling window, with a small balcony outside, and a very deep and quiet courtyard below, in autumn, the ground is full of ginkgo biloba leaves, golden and brilliant.

There are a few old-fashioned and quaint furniture, there is no distinction between bedroom and hall, the whole room is completely opened, a small kitchen in the south, a bathroom is set, and then there is a large room that is extremely spacious, extremely bright and extremely comfortable.

The bed, the work desk, the relaxation area, the meeting area, all in this room.

She remembers that many times he used to work in front of the computer, and Leng Qinghe curled up on a soft and large sofa two meters away from him to surf the Internet.

Really far, two meters away.

He would raise his head in between, look at Leng Qinghe, and Leng Qinghe would smile at him.

However, because there is no space barrier, this artificial distance is easy to be affected by each other, attract and divert attention.

The human will is sometimes the most implausible of spiritual forces, especially when two men and women are in a period of passion.

Leng Qinghe remembered that the two of them were in one place as they were doing, and the computer was thrown on the dark red floor, and they moved to the bed not far away.

His bed was always messy, and the quilt he had slept on in the morning was thrown away casually, and the sheets were crumpled, which was just a hint of something.

After a pleasurably pleasant passion, he felt that his love for this woman had surpassed all else, that nothing could stop him, and that he had to marry her. Marriage is right and necessary.

So that day he promised to marry her as soon as the publication of his book was carried out.

But what exactly is there about him in those years of wandering? Leng Qinghe really doesn't know very well, he only knows that he is driving a very stylish car now, and maybe this car is all his belongings.

A man's obsession with cars is far more important than anything else.

In a man's world, you can live without a house, but you can't live without a car.

Regarding these, Leng Qinghe hasn't asked him yet, after all, the question of money is always embarrassing.

He drove the windy car and drove the cold lotus around the party. If he is somewhere where no one is around, he will tune up the music to a deafening level, and then dance wildly to Leng Qinghe, or hug Leng Qinghe and kiss him wildly, regardless of the occasion. In his eyes, this is his life, his love, the joyful process he needs to enjoy.

His personality is like this, enthusiastic and unrestrained, as if there is never a time when he is unhappy.

However, his character makes up for Leng Qinghe's immersed melancholy side. In many cases, Leng Qinghe was driven by him and became excited.

Leng Qinghe did feel very happy. These are sufficient.

So when he knelt in front of Leng Qinghe and proposed to her with the ring, Leng Qinghe was completely shocked by the excitement and his head was hot, he didn't think about it for a second, and agreed with a hearty smile. Although, in the eyes of the two of them, this kind of marriage proposal is also a mode of deep expression of love.

Although he talks about getting married, in fact, Leng Qinghe doesn't feel married at all, and every time he mentions marriage, he is full of expectations like some kind of adventure trip he is about to face, but in fact, what it means to get married, neither of them may have thought about it.

So when it comes to getting married, Leng Qinghe seems bland and calm, without the kind of expectation and excitement that it should have.

When she put on that ring, it felt like she was already married. There was no master of ceremonies, no weddings, no flowers, no relatives and friends, but she had him by her side. They put wedding rings on each other and kissed for a long time......