Seeing the Mobius pendant hanging around Xia Zhi's neck, Su Xiao was stunned and relieved.

Today she was extremely bright, wearing a white veil and reddish temples, and he couldn't take his eyes off him. She reached out to him, and he held it gently.

I really want to never let go of it again - but he must let go, and it is someone else who stands by her side today and promises her a future.

He knew that she would be happy, not because of Han Junxi's promise, but because he believed in her choice.

Su Xiao forced herself to stay away from her, a little farther away. Han Junxi was-for-tat, he retreated, he didn't want to embarrass Xia Zhi - just, would she be embarrassed for him? I'm afraid it's my own affection again.

However, instead of being as happy as he expected, she withered day by day. She smiled tiredly at his cautious greeting. He turned from distress to annoyance, and in the end he could only do nothing.

"What are you staying for?" She sat on the hospital bed, huddled on her knees and cried, and he couldn't even give her a hug.

Yes, what did he stay for, she was someone else's wife, she had someone else in her heart, she was crying for that person.

For the first time, he knew that it was so bitter to be powerless without being loved.

He admits that he was really jealous.

In the name of being angry for her, Su Xiao beat Han Junxi. In fact, he was just pouring out the jealousy in his heart. Why can Han Junxi get her?

The boxing foundation of two years in high school made him have no stage fright when facing Han Junxi, who has a greater height advantage.

He was amazed at how impulsive he was. Since he was a child, Su Yujie has asked him to be humble and polite, and fighting is absolutely not allowed. It was also the first time he had applied the boxing skills he had learned to a real fight.

He played poorly, but his motor memory and younger physicality prevailed, and his eyes grew red.

The screech of the whistle woke him up, and he grabbed Han Junxi's collar and pushed it away.

The summer solstice emerges from the driver's seat like a piece of paper that will be blown away by the wind at any moment.

He didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to protect her.

"The child who flowed out is yours, and before today, the summer solstice was also yours, but from today onwards, she is mine." He said this wishful thinking, even against her will, he would forcibly take her away from the person who had hurt her.

He didn't think about the consequences, he didn't want to meddle in her marriage. Her preciousness is what he cherishes, and he should protect it together.

He had already figured out that the little boy he painted guarding the snowman outside the window and not daring to approach was himself.

However.

"We're not divorcing you for it." In the bar, the cacophony of musical voices pushes every cell to the brink of shattering. He wasn't used to such noise, and it made him barely audible to her drunken slurred voice.

He was wrong. Because of his willfulness, her relationship with Han Junxi was pushed to a freezing point. He had fantasized about this day, and when the result came to him, he was not as excited as he had thought he had been. She was sad, how could he be happy?

She said that wine is heartwarming, and if people don't spoil it, wine won't spoil people. He felt that it was a crookedness, but he couldn't help but hoard crates of beer.

At first, I was afraid that when she remembered to look for him, she would not be able to find a drink. Gradually, he also got used to taking a sip of bitter water in the lonely night.

They finally drank together again.

Through the wine, he proposed to her again. The moment he spoke, he knew she would reject him. He couldn't remember how many times she had rejected his confession, third? Or the fourth?

He didn't expect her to say yes, and it wasn't a good time, but he didn't expect her to be furious.

He's stupid. Even if she divorces, it doesn't mean that she will love him.

She said to him, "You are a child." You'll always be six years younger than me. ”

This is a fact that no matter how much alcohol he drinks, it can't be changed. However, smaller than her, he could not shrink under her wings.

The first month of the year in Pingzhou Jinghai Villa is as hot as summer, he pours cup after cup, she can let go, so can he. She was carrying it for him, and he couldn't leave her alone.

The wine was tumbling in his stomach, but he was at peace and warm. At this moment, between them, it has nothing to do with love, but more than love.

She really drank too much. So did he. He lay on the bed, the ceiling alternating with the wall, tightening his breath again and again.

Instead, the consciousness is more awake. He knew better than ever how much he loved her. He could have asked for her, and he even had her permission. It's just that, at the last moment, he hesitated. Pen in Chinese

He couldn't do that to her under such circumstances, it might make her hate him and make the friendship they had so hard to build collapse.

He must hold that line. If this line is not broken for a day, they can always be good friends.

She left him, or rather, he left her.

"Su Xiao, lately, I've been dreaming. Dream about those days we used to be together. I've been downstairs to your house, but I still don't have the courage to go up to your mom and ask for your contact information. It's a really strange world, I thought I'd never see you again.

"But you just reappeared in front of me. Summer solstice...... It's not your fiancée, is it? I can tell that you wouldn't like a woman like that. But she is really a nice person...... Su Xiao, stay with me for three months, just three months. I'm dying of a man. ”

Even without Ling Xin's request, he was ready to leave. Because of Ling Xin, he has a reason, a destination, and a goal.

He couldn't sort out the emotions in his heart for Ling Xin. In the past ten years, he has struggled with this countless days and nights. The young heartbeat still remembers that the tacit understanding between each other still exists, but there seems to be something different.

In any case, he didn't want him to die. Even if there is only a 10% chance, he wants to accompany him to try and work together.

In those two years, he would think of the summer solstice. He knew that she was getting closer and closer to her dream, she was getting more and more dazzling, and she was getting farther and farther away from him, so far away that he could only look up to her.

The sketchbook, he brought with him. He never finished painting. He had a strange premonition that one day the book would be full of her, and she would reappear in front of him. At that time, he called her "sister" again.

He waved his paintbrush in the sleepless night, and under the dim lamp, he ran his fingertips over and over her face again and again.

In June 2018, she lost her father, and in August, Ling Xin also left this world.

They all lost someone who meant so much to them this summer. When Xia Jianfeng died, Su Xiao couldn't be by Xia Zhi's side, but when Ling Xin left, Xia Zhi stayed with him. Fortunately, with her, he was stronger than he thought.

But that's it, she can give him courage, but she can't love him.

"I'm sorry......" she pushed the sketchbook he couldn't find anywhere.

In fact, Ling Xin always knew his intentions, and in the last days of his life, he brought the summer solstice to him. That fool is going to die, what do you care about this.

I'm sorry, it's too heavy for him. "I may have to leave Nanzhou."

Actually, he hasn't decided yet. Mr. Wang mentioned this to him, but did not ask him to go. Then he can fight for the past. To be sure, such an opportunity for development is precious to everyone.

She was so strong that she no longer needed his protection, and his cowardice only made her look down on him. He's going to live his life well, too.

Mr. Wang was surprised and pleasantly surprised by his initiative, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Su Xiao, if you are willing to go, it is the most suitable......

The itinerary is confirmed, and the ticket is booked. Then he found out that he was not very good at posting on Moments. He basically hasn't posted it.

He laughed at his childishness. He could have made a phone call directly to tell Xia Zhi about this, just like before, he could say, Sister, I'm going to leave, come out and meet, okay?

Sister......

He couldn't scream. She's not his sister at all.

He silently packed his bags, his heart filled with bitterness. When I saw the sketchbook on the table, I couldn't help but stop and look at it. He started turning the page from the first page.

On the first page, he drew her hand. On the second page, the two of them are standing in front of the window with a cup of coffee in between work. On the third page, there is the pothos on her desk, she likes the bottle of greenery very much, even if it is a holiday, she will seriously change the water before leaving the office.

On the fourth page, he began to paint her face. Every page after that is her, and every page of his life is also full of her.

When he reached the last page, his hand stopped in the air.

In the lower right corner of the portrait, there are two more lines of crooked words:

[This is the person in your heart, go and tell her.]

Letter 2018.8】

He hadn't told her in person, and he had always felt the need for it. They will eventually be separated.

But the time has come for them to separate.

So why not?