An affectionate confession just to meet you.

Such a confession may be touched by girls, but the person he loves has never appeared.

Parting and waiting is nothing more than the arrangement of time.

Ke Yixuan found out about Du Xiaowan's flight, and the moment they arrived at the airport, the plane took off.

Ke Yixuan found Ke Zhenhao who came out of the broadcasting room, "Zhenhao, Xiaowan is gone, we are one step late." ”

Ke Zhenhao seemed to have lost everything, his heart was empty, and the whole person was only a shell.

Ke Zhenhao didn't say a word along the way, his eyes looked blankly ahead, there was no light and no hope.

Ke Zhenhao got out of the car and walked straight to the house, Ke Yixuan chased after him with an arrow, "Zhenhao, it may be a good thing for her for Xiaowan to leave." ”

Ke Zhenhao suddenly stopped, turned his head suddenly, and a cold light burst out from his sad eyes.

"You knew she was going to go that day, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me? Why are you? ”

Ke Zhenhao roared angrily, he was sure that Ke Yixuan knew about the wooden house, and Ke Yixuan must know that Xiao Wan would leave, only he knew nothing like a fool.

"It's better for you to sober up a little bit, put away your childish and dirty thoughts. Yes, I secretly saw the study abroad notice that day, but Xiaowan didn't mention it to me......"

"None of us have the right to stop her from leaving, this is her freedom, she can choose where she goes and stays. Do you understand? ”

Ke Yixuan told how he saw the notice that day, and Ke Zhenhao found that he was wrong, so wrong.

His own arrogance and stubbornness allowed him to taste bitterness.

Instantly deflated, the soulless shell walked to the stairs with difficulty.

"Xiaowan left Hyacinth, maybe that pot of flowers can tell you if she went to the United States?"

Ke Zhenhao didn't react, and disappeared like a walking corpse.

Ke Yixuan noticed the pot of flowers, but what could that pot of flowers say, Ke Yixuan wondered?

The night was so long, so hard.

There was no Du Xiaowan in the room, only the familiar fragrance was always there.

Ke Yixuan left early the next morning, Ke Zhenhao looked around, and he was left alone.

"Uncle Wang, why didn't you see my cousin?"

"He went out early in the morning and said what kind of hyacinth ......"

"Hyacinth?" Ke Zhenhao remembered that his uncle mentioned it last night, and hyacinth was the answer.

After eating, Ke Zhenhao drove to the group, and on the way he was thinking about Hyacinth, and suddenly, he seemed to think of something?

Back in the president's room, he opened some old photos, and a photo deeply attracted him.

The woman in the photo is holding a hyacinth, and this woman is Sister Zhou - Zhou Qingyu.

At this moment, his brain seemed to be open, and he suddenly remembered what Sister Zhou said when she was leaving, "Zhenhao, have you considered letting Xiaowan go to study abroad." ”

"Du Xiaowan, I finally know where you are?"

The heart at that moment is as sweet as a child eating candy.

Standing by the window, looking at the white doves flying outside the window, "Du Xiaowan, I will find you." ”

A relaxed mood is much more relaxed, although I am not sure whether Du Xiaowan is really with Sister Zhou, but it can be concluded that Sister Zhou must know Xiaowan's whereabouts.

Ke Yixuan went to Hand Chenxuan early in the morning, asked some colleagues, and also knew who sent the hyacinth.

The two found the answer on Hyacinth almost simultaneously.

Ke Yixuan knew that the owner of Hyacinth was Zhou Qingyu, and also found out her address.

Love someone, race against time to find her, even if there is the last hope left, you have to try.

Ke Yixuan once again embarked on the journey of searching.

What does his life seem to be looking for? And every encounter is always unsatisfactory, only this time he met the love that belongs to him.

Ke Yixuan left Zhang Yi like this and left in a hurry.

Ke Zhenhao seemed to be half a beat slower, thinking that he really lost this time, but he didn't know that the person in Du Xiaowan's heart had always been him.

After a bet, he almost gambled on his happiness, Ke Zhenhao learned to wait, tolerate, and let go of his cold arrogance.

Ke Zhenhao knew Du Xiaowan's whereabouts, and wanted to tell his cousin, but he received a note from his cousin.

Ke Zhenhao took the photo to find his uncle, hurriedly ran to Dashang, knocked on the office door, and there was no one.

"Mr. Ke, the president is not here, he asked me to pass this on to you."

The secretary handed Ke Zhenhao a letter, opened it, and Ke Zhenhao smiled bitterly.

"Zhenhao, I have learned of Du Xiaowan's whereabouts, I decided to go to her, please understand......

Ke Yat Xuan. ”

"It's okay, cousin, you haven't forgotten to tell me where she is......"

Ke Zhenhao took a heavy breath, tore up the note, and strode out.

A kind of firmness of contention knocked on Ke Zhenhao's heart, and a voice told him that he must personally strive for his own happiness.

Blue sky, white clouds, wide roads, although there is no end in sight, but there is hope.

Love seems to be there all along, but in its own way it is as close as it is away.

Back in the president's room, look at the photo in your hand, hyacinth, the flower that symbolizes hope.

Pick up the phone, "Hey, book a plane ticket to the United States." ”