[The first acquaintance is amazing, goodbye and attention, reunion and love, how many times of the past are related to you, calculate carefully, Nianqing has been He Yansheng for many years! ] 】

The original unwillingness probably wanted to verify that his vision would not be as bad as his mother's, it was He Yansheng who made her believe in love, how could he be willing to extinguish her love and make her completely disappointed?

As early as the moment she opened the door, He Yansheng knew that she was coming.

He didn't think that she would keep this hairband for so many years, he thought she should have thrown it away. After all, how sad she was that night, so desperate that she deleted that number, and never contacted her since.

The headband in the palm of her hand was held tightly, and the weight, the gravity also infected her behind her.

He Yansheng raised his free hand and gently covered her palm, and when the corners of his eyes were gently hooked, the corners of the man's mouth were lightly raised.

"What's wrong?"

The little girl shook her head and rubbed his back vigorously, like a soft rabbit looking for the destination she wanted.

He Yansheng helplessly held his forehead, every time this girl had something to say and felt awkward, he loved this, he knew that she was timid now, without the initial confidence and bravery, so what did it matter?

He is responsible for everything she doesn't dare, and she only needs to be responsible for being happy every day.

Outside the window, the light red sunset and the blue sky at the junction of the distant skyline reflect each other, and each other smokes to outline the most beautiful sunset shining on their bodies.

Even with the light, there was only warmth left, and the little girl tightened her arms hard, and the sound of the urn came from behind his ears, but it became the most beautiful note for him.

"He Yansheng, thank you."

The man chuckled, his voice echoing through the room with an indescribable smell of ruffianism.

"You want to thank me? Which one, not to mention that my thank-you gift is not so easy to receive? ”

"Huh?" Zhong Zixi was probably not used to He Yansheng like this, and he looked at a loss and was stunned.

The smile gathered in He Yansheng's eyes deepened, his big hand covered her palm with his backhand, and he spun Zhong Zixi in his arms with his backhand, and the second of exclamation and the sound of breathing that made her heart frightened came to an abrupt end because of this man's bowing of his head for this second.

At this moment, her eyes were full of his favorite face, which made her heart quickly focus together, and her long eyelashes like duck feathers flickered lightly After a while, Zhong Zixi slowly closed her eyes.

Feel the tenderness and tranquility brought to her by this man with her heart, the lips touch, and every action in depth is the meaning behind the affection.

There is no skill, no deliberateness, and no repetition, the rehearsal of the practice, this tenderness is engraved in the bones, and the primitive throbbing at this moment drives every nerve to frantically plunder and wanton on the edge of the rotation.

He Yansheng brought her too many emotions, and he didn't choose to overcome them step by step in his eagerness, and this gentle drizzle had already made her dizzy.

How could she not be glad at such a man, and she stretched out her hands and wrapped them tightly around his neck. The enthusiastic carnival was the feast of the evening, and the eyes of each other were scorching with each other.

"He Yansheng, I love you."

He gently straightened her up, raised his hand and gently stroked the ends of her hair, and lowered his head to kiss her. married as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love, He Yansheng will never doubt Zhong Zixi's love for him.

"Zizi, I'm optimistic about this talent

Even if it's a thank you gift, I never accept a verbal 'thank you', isn't that too insincere? If you want to talk to me about the word 'thanks' in the future, why don't you just go straight? Well? ”

Zhong Zixi's cheeks were flushed with shyness, "Hooligans." ”

"Hmmm! It's a hooligan, but isn't it a matter of course for a wife to be a hooligan? And I wouldn't mind a little more hooliganism, like a personal promise or something? ”

The breeze on his fingertips sniffed the green silk, and he knew who he was waiting for. Today's breeze is blowing, and He Yansheng knows that the green silk he smells is his most beloved girl.

He Yansheng opened the palm of his hand, and the hairband in his palm jumped in front of him, although this tassel-style headband now looks a little old, and even the surrounding area has different degrees of wear.

But its cleanliness is evident in how much her owner cares about it.

Zhong Zixi stretched out her hand and slowly touched this tassel of different lengths, the expression in her eyes was still with shallow nostalgia, this hairband was like a secret love that she couldn't talk about alone, buried deep in her heart, never showing it.

A crush is a person's madness, not to live, not to become a demon.

When the wind blows when the crush blows, you can fantasize about it as a story of two people who have nothing to do with the wind and moon, and don't want to tell people's joys and sorrows, and then wreak havoc and grow in places that others can't see.

Maybe he will stop because of the other party's look, or he may guess for a long time because of his words, happy or melancholy.

The pain and joy that crush brings her is a different feeling from mutual liking.

Just when Zhong Zixi didn't come up, He Yansheng stood here alone, he wondered if the girl he met at the beginning was not him, but someone else, would Zhong Zixi still miss the old like this.

If she had been in love with other men for so many years, would he have felt a fine and dense pain in his heart like a knife mark.

Slowly, he realized that he seemed to have figured it out suddenly.

In Zhong Zixi's heart, the person who gave her this hairband is someone else, maybe there will indeed be regrets in her heart, and she will not have anything to do with 'H' if she chooses He Yansheng, on the contrary, if the original 'I want to grow up' chooses 'H', then there will be nothing to do with He Yansheng later.

No matter who he is, it's useless, this is Zhong Zixi's promise not to be lightly promised, and love is not to be paid lightly. And the girl he has liked for so many years, isn't it just so sunny? What is there to worry about?

Zhong Zixi admits that when he sees this headband, he still recalls the images in the sun and the figures overlapping each other.

The man's hands hold the ends of the woman's hair, and the picture is tender and warm.

The wind gently blew the broken hair on the cheeks, and the itchy, inexplicable feelings slowly fermented and flowed.

On that day, there was a shallow smile under his mask-wearing face, and even his calm eyes were oozing with light.

On that day, a row of magpies lined up and flew into the depths of the blue sky.

After that day, the temperature on the mountain was very low, and some of the snow at the top of the mountain had not yet melted, and the magpie landed on the top of the mountain and looked down proudly into the distance.

On that day, the two people under the mountain both returned to their senses at the same time, "Listen to the rain in front of the lamp alone, and remember the same after watching the snowy mountain", and the poem unconsciously formed and emerged in Zhong Zixi's mind.

The boy never knew that in a place he couldn't see, the girl unconsciously flashed red, like the last autumn before the winter in a second, outlining a golden patch.

It turned out that the picture of that day was still so beautiful, "He Yansheng" Zhong Zixi called him softly.

"Huh?" The man raised his head and his clear gaze was locking his eyebrows, Zhong Zixi seemed to be unintentional, and still played with the hairband in his palm and said to himself

"He Yansheng, did I tell you that I have someone I like very much?"

Zhong Zixi smiled lightly, as if it was not accurate to use like, after all, they had never been together, and she had always attached him as a spiritual support in those years, whether she liked it or not now seems to be impossible to define.

He Yansheng looked up lazily, with a bit of amusement in his expression. "Hmmm! I've heard a little about it, why is Mrs. He planning to reminisce with me today? ”

Zhong Zixi blinked his eyes, his expression was so innocent, and he muttered a little childish. "Who knows? Maybe! Maybe I want to tell you all of a sudden. ”

He Yansheng took a step back slightly, leaned on the armrest behind him, and put his hands around his right foot on top of his left foot, making a posture of listening to his ears.

"Please, Mrs. He. I would like to think about how attractive the person I have never met is, and why it has been so much that my wife has been obsessed with it for so many years, and this account must be settled and settled. ”

Zhong Zixi said very slowly, from the first time he met and met those who had been with him, and those thoughts that he had never talked to people about. That kind of ethereal feelings, this head rope, that business card, everything is big and small, and there is no reservation.

This trip is like stepping over mountains, crossing water, smelling fragrant grass, and witnessing dew after rain. The natural green also has a faint layer of sourness, such as the red wine in the entrance and exit, but the charm is insufficient.

It seems that it is not so difficult to say what is in the heart, and the boulder that is pressing on the heart can finally be removed today......

He Yansheng's legs were overlapping idly, and his palms were always playing with her fingers during the careful listening, so that every time his green and white fingertips held him, the shock brought to him was different.

He Yansheng has always been very clear that it has been many years since the young man's mind first moved that year!

As he spoke, Zhong Zixi smiled, probably because he didn't think through what was wrong with him, why didn't he like it?

Later, after seeing so many landscapes and understanding how to love and be loved, I realized that you can't tell what is good about the other party, but there are some people who can't be replaced.

"He Yansheng."

"Huh?"

"Do you think I'm good?" Zhong Zixi's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes flickered when he looked at him, probably not good! What wife and mother have done her part, can they still be described in good words? Not awarding the title of "worst mother" is already considered a mercy on the part of this man.

Guessing her thoughts, the man leaned forward, pinched her chin with his fingers and lifted it, He Yansheng swayed her head from side to side very seriously, and looked at it carefully.

Zhong Zixi was looked at for a long time and asked in a low voice, avoiding her gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

The man pondered for a moment and replied, "Look at you." ”

Zhong Zixi was angry and looked at someone so brightly, could she not know that he was looking at her? The question is what to do with her? What's so nice about her? Could it be that today is particularly beautiful???

"I'm looking, how does this little brain melon grow, why is the brain circuit so peculiar?"