Si Wei nestled in a corner of the sofa, shrunk into a small ball, but the not too big blanket also wrapped her tightly, her nose was red, and her eyes were very swollen.

Jiang Yihuai made a cup of ginger tea and handed it to her, sat down beside her, and looked at her carefully taking a sip, and felt distressed again.

A cup of ginger tea was at the bottom, and none of them spoke.

"Can I stay at your house for a few days?" Her hands clenched the cup and she lowered her head to speak.

Jiang Yihuai was slightly stunned, but he didn't ask her why, but nodded and agreed: "Yes, you can live as long as you want, and my mother will talk to you every day." ”

She was not amused by his words as usual, but remained staring at the cup in a daze, without any fluctuations except for breathing.

Why can't I get in touch with you these days?

Why did you block me?

Why did you suddenly appear at my door crying?

......

There were so many questions he wanted to ask.

But he didn't.

Because every time you repeat the answer to a question, you are tantamount to tearing the wound open again and sprinkling it with a layer of salt.

He also believes that one day, Si Fang will laugh and tell him about what she has experienced, and treat it all as a cloud of the past.

But what Jiang Yihuai didn't expect was that he would wait for so long for this answer.

"On Chinese New Year's Eve..." he provoked the conversation, but he did not expect to be suddenly interrupted by her.

"I'm sorry, Jiang Yihuai." She still didn't look up, "I can't give you any answer right now." ”

The air suddenly stopped, and the room was eerily quiet.

He had been vaguely aware that Si Fang knew that he liked her.

But he didn't think that she would refuse so simply.

Even if he just meant to ask her if she had seen the fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The fireworks that day were quite beautiful.

"What do you say? I didn't get it. Jiang Yihuai snorted and mixed up, "I just asked if you saw the fireworks at the end." ”

She chuckled, shook her head, and spoke slowly.

"I wish I could see."

She wished the week's experience was like fireworks, fleeting.

Germany –

Gu Wei's plane had just landed, he walked in front in a suit and leather shoes, and Lu Ziang followed behind with his luggage.

He raised his hand, and the watch for the evening showed exactly what it was half past five in the morning German time.

That is, it is almost noon in China.

He took out his mobile phone without changing his face and dialed An Jing's number.

"Did she eat properly?"

The one in the words, who else can there be besides Si Fang?

"I brought her the food." An Jing sat in the stationary car, looking at the steering wheel in front of him, "Whether she eats or not is another matter." ”

Gu Wei sighed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Next time, at least watch her eat a bite of food before leaving." ”

"She hadn't eaten properly in a week."

An Jing was silent, looking out through the car window at the goose feather snow.

"Gu Wei, it's snowing on our side."

"It must be cold over there in Germany, too, so remember to wear more clothes."

Gu Wei was silent for a moment, answered in a low voice, and then hung up the phone.

From the beginning, An Jing did not answer his question head-on.

It seems that he needs to speed up the process of returning home.

As soon as Gu Wei put away his mobile phone, a beautiful woman greeted him.

She is not the kind of stunning at first glance, but a kind of beauty that softens the gentleness and atmosphere.

"Hello Mr. Gu—" she held out her hand in a friendly manner, "I'm Jiang Qingyan, Mr. Lin's personal secretary." ”