Chapter 82: It's snowing in a sad city
Luo Yichen has not been to Beijing for ten years, a city he yearns for and fears. This city has his inseparable lover, and there is a pain he doesn't want to touch. This city has his unforgettable love.
Walking on the street, the cold wind blew on his face like a knife, Luo Yichen raised the collar of his coat and pulled the black scarf on his chest.
In ten years, although things are wrong, everything is difficult to rest!
In ten years, Luo Yichen, who was once handsome and sunny, has become a mature and stable middle-aged man.
After the baptism of time and the impermanence of life, the current Luo Yichen is still full of charm and demeanor. There is also a sense of heaviness precipitated over the years, which is the envy of youth.
He didn't call Lin Chuxia, he just wanted to feel himself quietly alone.
For ten years, the business in Beijing was handed over to someone else, and he refused to come to the city. Today, he finally has the courage to set foot in the city.
Scattered snowflakes drifted in the sky, and his heart ached faintly.
Every snowy day has their fond memories.
After amnesia, Lin Chuxia's eyes looked at him so pure that there was no trace of emotion, and in addition to strangeness, there was also a trace of fear in his eyes.
The last time we met in Beijing was on a snowy evening.
Lin Chuxia was on her way home from work, Luo Yichen stopped her.
"Can you walk with me in the snow?"
Lin Chuxia hesitated......
Lin Chuxia after amnesia is no longer the Lin Chuxia who gave up everything for love. In the face of the person she once loved to the bone, she was indifferent at the moment.
"I won't delay you for long!"
Luo Yichen stepped forward, picked up the scarf around Lin Chuxia's neck, skillfully circled it twice, tied a knot on her chest, and then pulled the scarf on her lips to protect her little face, leaving only two eyes, big and bright, flashing in front of Luo Yichen's eyes, surprised......
Luo Yichen couldn't help but want to stroke her silky long hair, but Lin Chuxia avoided it as if she was electrocuted!
Luo Yichen seems to have just woken up from a dream, the lover in front of him, the lover who used to be obsessed with him, because of the impermanence of life, selective amnesia after a car accident, shielded him, and he couldn't do anything!
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The screeching of car horns woke him up from his memories.
"Walk and look at the road, don't die!" The driver threw down a word, and the car sped away beside him.
Luo Yichen stopped a car, and he didn't have the strength to go any further.
I went to find the familiar hotel, but there was no trace of it, and it was transformed.
He planned to stay, wait for Lin Chuxia to get off work, and ask her to have a meal with Luo Xingxing.
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On the second day of Luo Xingxing's arrival, Lin Chuxia took her son Wen Zimo and her daughter Luo Xingxing, whom she had not yet recognized, to the street together to buy them new clothes for the New Year.
Mother Lin stood in front of the window and watched her daughter lead her two children.
"Husband, come and see!"
Professor Lin walked to the window and removed his reading glasses.
"My daughter is inseparable from Luo Xingxing in this life, and Luo Xingxing is becoming more and more sticky to Xia Xia."
"Flesh-and-blood family affection."
"Husband, think about it, did Luo Chuchu have ulterior motives at that time, and brought Luo Xingxing to the house every year."
"What ulterior motives, don't think about children with your thoughts. At that time, Chu Chu just felt that the child without a mother was pitiful, and he could let the mother meet, and he would meet! β
"Now it seems that the wind and waves are calm, Wen Jinghao is rough, busy with work, and doesn't think much about it, so what will I do in the future?"
"What to do after that? Go with the flow, take one step at a time, or God has arranged it, you just have to go! β
"Alas, life is always a little lacking, a little regretful."
"What kind of life do you want your daughter to have, and you are satisfied?"
"Uh...... Uh...... "My husband's question, Mother Lin really can't answer, the life you imagine is not the life your daughter wants, and the life you imagine is not reality."
The daughter's life is the daughter step by step, or God has already arranged it, others have no right to participate, and there is nothing to do, their own path must be completed by themselves, and no one can replace it.
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Lin Chuxia and the three of them came to the mall, the boy's clothes were easy to buy, and Wen Zimo's clothes were quickly done.
Luo Xingxing was born with a beautiful embryo, a fifteen-year-old girl, as tall as Lin Chuxia, and she looks good in clothes, Lin Chuxia sometimes feels too mature, and sometimes she feels naΓ―ve, Luo Xingxing, as long as her aunt says she looks good.
Luo Xingxing's delicate long black hair, draped over his shoulders, was slightly feminine, and his clothes suddenly changed from cute to mature, which made people feel pity.
The fair skin is like a freshly peeled egg, the big eyes flash as if they can speak, the small red lips and the whiteness of the skin are more distinct, a pair of small dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, and a shallow smile is very moving.
"Auntie, aunt......"
Lin Chuxia was like a dream, seeing his young self. The picture flashed in my mind, I was on the catwalk, surrounded by strange people, unfamiliar environment, blurred.
"Auntie, what's wrong?" Luo Xingxing stood in front of her: "How is this body?" β
"It's good-looking, that's it!" Lin Chuxia came back to his senses.
"Waiter, pack, checkout!" Lin Chuxia walked to the cash register.
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Walk out of the mall, lead the big bags and small bags, and return with a full load.
In the next few days, Luo Xingxing took Wen Zimo to study and tutor at home. Luo Xingxing only goes out, he will bring his own textbooks, and he will study from not being supervised by others, to Wen Zimo, following his sister, and developing good study habits.
Wen Jinghao finished reading his son's homework.
"Happy, you really have a set, Wen Zimo still wants you to take care of it!"
"Uncle, Wen Zimo is quite conscious, and I don't care much about him."
"Okay, when you come to Beijing, you will stay for a few more days, and subtly influence Wen Zimo, so that he is as good as you!"
"Yes, uncle."
Wen Jinghao walked up to his daughter-in-law, shook his hand in front of his daughter-in-law's eyes, and sat next to his daughter-in-law.
"Luo is happy, let's relax. It was supposed to be your time to help your son with his homework today. β
Lin Chuxia and Wen Jinghao agreed to take turns tutoring their son's homework. The division of labor is clear in the first, third, fifth and second, fourth and sixth divisions.
"Uh-huh." Lin Chuxia's eyes were still looking at TV.
"The only bad thing is that you can't sleep with your daughter-in-law in your arms." Wen Jinghao leaned close to Lin Chuxia's ear and whispered, "Daughter-in-law, I miss you so much!" β
Lin Chuxia put down the remote control and pushed Wen Jinghao away.
"Can you be serious?" Lin Chuxia looked around, fortunately, her parents were in the kitchen and the two children were in the bedroom.
"It's not serious to think about your daughter-in-law? So why do you marry a daughter-in-law? β
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"In the past two days, my happy father came to pick it up."
"His dad is coming to pick her up?" Wen Jinghao almost jumped up......