"Why don't you ask?"

After the pleasure, when she came out of the bathroom wet and wrapped in a bath towel, he finally couldn't help it and asked her in a hoarse voice.

"Why do you ask?"

She turned her back, asked softly, and reached for the hair dryer on the table to blow her hair.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was looking at her back and her exposed fat skinny round shoulders, hearing her rhetorical question, his heart was shocked, his eyes were hot, and when he lowered his head, he couldn't stop dropping a hot tear, which fell into a round mark on the snow-white sheets.

He suddenly got up, walked behind her, took the hair dryer from her hand, turned off the switch, put it on the table, hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck, rubbed back and forth. She could feel his tears moistening the skin of her neck, hot, with his breath and the countless words he had hidden in the depths of her heart. She understands.

After a long while, he let go of her, turned around and took out a short-sleeved white shirt from his bag, handed it over, and said softly:

"Put it on, there's moisture in the bath towel, don't catch a cold."

She obediently took the shirt he handed over, went back to the bathroom, and came out in his shirt, her hair was half dry, she just wanted to lean over and get a hair dryer to continue blowing her hair, but he intercepted her, held her shoulders with both hands, and looked at her eyes so quietly, as if to see the depths of her soul, where he and her past were his.

He kissed it again, his lips on fire, his skin on fire, and she was like the sea that had given him the painting on his birthday, quietly dissolving the deeper passion he had poured out, and the loneliness and natural desire that could not be with her.

She wanted to give him everything she could, even if her life was condensed into a moment in a moment, and she was completely committed to him, she was happy. But now, other than that, she doesn't know what else she can give him.

So be it, give whatever you can. She squinted her eyes slightly, there was no trace of tears, like a dark sky, hiding the brilliance of countless tender stars, little by little, gently washing his tired body after a long journey like a traveler, and also washing his muddy soul because of the mental pain he had been bearing alone, so that his body and mind were restored to the clarity and clarity of the original time when he was with her.

In her opinion, there is a perfect end between her and him.

One night, he hugged her tightly, reluctant to let go of the slightest.

Originally, he wanted to tell her the fact that Lin Hualei was paralyzed in both legs in order to save him, and use her mercy in exchange for his unchanging position and connection in her heart, but from her sentence "Why ask? He was ashamed of the little selfishness in his own heart. At the end of the day, he still doesn't know and trust her and their love enough.

He didn't know that her love for him and between her and him was such a pure and absolute trust, and so absolute honesty. He's so inferior to her! Once again, she shook him deeply, awakening the deeper trust in love and the greater power that was sealed in his heart.

She is the one who made him so truly get the most precious and incredible true love in the world. As a result, he also has a kind of pride in his heart that transcends all kinds of noise, triviality, difficulties, and frustrations in reality, which is not only unearthly and high, but also has a kind of power that makes him more powerful to keep moving forward.

This power gained from the realization of love made him unable to bear to tell her the truth that he had to leave her. He could be clearly certain at this moment that, if she knew, she would be able to concretely imagine the pain he endured every day, which was a greater torment and torment for her. He felt guilty for his selfishness, and he was already bearing it, how could he let her suffer from it again?!

Love is absolute trust and absolute consideration for each other.

This is the true meaning of love.

And she, breathing evenly in the early morning, lying softly in the crook of his arm, her eyebrows as quiet as smoke, is the embodiment of the true meaning of love in the world, so that he is lucky to be so skin-to-skin.

The May sun was already slightly hot at eight o'clock, and it lingered quietly among the pothos leaves on the windowsill.

Shannan still went to buy the fluffy hair cake and tofu brain that he and her most often ate together in the past. The two of them still finished breakfast together as before.

He was cleaning up the box on the table after breakfast, and she was packing her things, as if she was about to leave the room and go back to the train station to Birch City.

"Are you going back?"

He hesitated for a moment, looked at her who was also elegant and touching as she slowly and methodically packed her things, and asked softly.

"Hmm."

She replied softly.

If she doesn't go back, will she have to wait for him to say that he is leaving?

He hoped that she would not leave, but he could not find a reason to keep her from leaving, so he opened his mouth, unable to speak, and stood still watching her put something in her bag. He walked to the window, looked at the already boiling traffic outside the window, couldn't help but take a long breath, and then took a deep breath, silent.

She heard his voice, looked up at his straight back, and stopped packing up. She frowned, thought for a moment, and asked him with some difficulty:

"Are we the same as before, or are we different?"

He was silent for a long time. It was so long that she gave up waiting for his reply, and continued to pack her things.

"Same. It's not the same. ”

He replied in a deep voice.

Although his tone is extremely firm when he says the word "the same", this "same" is followed by a "it is not the same" after all. After she finally met him, the grass grew in the depths of her heart and the warbler flew with the color of spring, and his answer was like a cold autumn wind, which blew her heart into a fallen leaf.

"When will you get married?"

She endured the cracking from her heart to her tongue, and simply asked with a knife in her own hand.

"After the graduation ceremony."

He struggled to spit out those five words before he could continue to breathe.

"Then let's do it. Bless you all. ”

She suddenly felt that life was really a prank for her, so hateful that she didn't feel hateful, only deeply mocked. Although this mockery came so painful to her heart, the kindness of her nature also made her want to be a perfect and magnanimous person in her heartache.

He listened to her blessing, a big man, and finally burst into tears in an unspeakable silence.

Let's go, he can't send her.

Everything depends on her own strength. No matter how silently he guards her, he can't care for her in every bit of life. He wants to be able to chase her and kiss her cheek every day when he comes back, and he also wants to make her breakfast in front of her every morning, and eat with her head to head, he also wants to read and talk with her back to back at night, and then let the melody of light music fill the house, let the two of them close their heads and eyes slightly, immersed in the beautiful sounds of nature, and he also wants to be able to drink her cup of black tea when they are working the computer, with red sleeves and gentleness...... He still thinks too much, every day passes bit by bit, he wants to be with her, related to her, full of her breath. But, neither.

However, she has to consciously take medicine when she has a cold, don't be willful and only know how to sleep to survive, she can't miss breakfast because no one is around, her spleen and stomach are not good enough, she can't be on the computer for too long, she has to leave the screen in forty or fifty minutes to relax her eyes, she only knows how to warn others but always forgets to cherish herself...... However, even if he pretended to wipe his hair and dried it, he couldn't stop coming out. He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would not be able to leave, and he would never be able to return to the United States.

After a long time, his mind stabilized, and his eyes seemed to dry out. He took off his glasses, wiped the blurry lenses, put them back on, and turned around in the silence behind him.

Unexpectedly, she quietly packed up her things and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to calm down and turn around, so quiet that there was hardly a sound of breathing, as if she was no longer in this space.

But as soon as she saw him turn around with wet eyes, she gave him one last look of concern, and still told him softly: "I'm gone, you take care of yourself." Then he picked up the bag beside him, got up and walked to the door.