Every time I want to forget you, I want to hide the bits and pieces that have passed with you in the bottom of my heart, and then, return to the previous way of getting along with strangers, but it is you who break it, and it is you who forcibly reappear in front of her, which makes her soften her heart and make her forget.

Sitting on the chair, looking at the scenery in the distance, looking at the friendly and harmonious them, looking at it, I felt very envious in my heart, and I felt like I wanted to escape, but I could escape, where could she escape.

Time kept passing, and she forgot what she was going to do next, perhaps, just sit here quietly and take a good look at other people's lives.

Looking at the flow of people from afar, she didn't feel tired no matter how she looked.

I always thought in my heart that if they hadn't treated her like that, or if they had given her a little love, even if it was a smile, she wouldn't have become like this, and she wouldn't have fallen to such a point, wouldn't it, if it had become the current situation, she wouldn't have been able to get rid of their concern, and it would have been attributed to her willfulness and stubbornness, but she had deeply experienced these, but could she still go back.

Wandering, thinking about the factors that made her what she was.

"You're here."

Behind her, gentle words sounded, but she didn't hear clearly, she was still distracted, and she didn't turn back.

Rushed from the company, and then, back to the airport, looking for her back, but, no matter how he looked, there was no back of her, some were strangers, when he was disappointed, when he wanted to go back, but near the airport, he saw her sitting on a chair, lonely back, so lonely, made him sad.

He also forgot that the headache was terrible, but he didn't want her to see his unhappiness, so he smiled and laughed at her back and shouted.

However, he didn't react for a long time, and stepped forward to get in front of her.

The purpose is, expressionless, red eyes, obviously crying, and, the mobile phone in her hand, still the same, keep on the call, too, I forgot to hang up the phone, watching her quietly, stretched out her hand to take the mobile phone in her hand, and hung up, so as to put it in her pocket, and then, sit down next to her, let her lean on her shoulder.

Quietly, no one made a sound, looking at the place she was looking at, there was nothing but people coming and going, his eyes turned back, quietly looked at her side face, and looked at her seriously.

Xu felt the pain in his head intensifying, so he rubbed his forehead with his empty hand.

When she came back to her senses, she watched her movements, watched her leaning on his shoulder at some point, and, looked at him, when he came, she didn't know, looked at him with a tired look, and, as if she was uncomfortable,

Sit down, look at him, and want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

"Let's go home, okay?"

Putting down the hand that was rubbing her forehead, watching her movements, watching her look away from herself, her unhappy expression.

Go home, does she still have a home, look at this, the last second, isn't she just with that person, if, as she guessed well, presumably, that person, is it also in that home, if so, she thinks, she can't be generous, she can get along with her in harmony, she admits that her love is possessive, possessive, since, that person is in that home, she can't go back to that home.

Obviously, in the past few days when he was on a business trip, he missed him very much, if it wasn't that scene, she would have broken into his arms and told him that she missed him, but these are no fate after all, isn't it.

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do."

stood up, a ruthless sentence, maybe it was hatred for him, obviously he was with that person, but he still came to provoke her, no, it should be said, he still came to insult her, right.

Looking at her cold tone, he, who was already displeased, is now even more angry.

I hurried back, and then, despite the threat of that person, I still thought about her in my heart, but, she was good, she was a heartless person at all, no matter when, she would have a feeling of being angry with him, obviously she was whispering to please her, but she was ruthless and couldn't even act in a play, yes, it was her own wishful thinking.

The same stood up, and then, approaching her, and thus taking her hand, their faces were not as unhappy as they had just been.

I didn't expect that he would get close to him and then take his hand, but when he looked at his hand, if she remembered correctly, she held that person in the last second, not because she had a habit of cleanliness, but because her heart was uncomfortable and wanted to pull away, but he held it tightly.

"It hurts."

The aggrieved tone looked at him with innocent eyes.

Listening to her words, he relaxed, but he still didn't let go of his hand, in his opinion, if he didn't hold her hand, in the next second, she would flee.

It was her who should have been angry, but why, she saw his anger, and made a straight face, as if she had done something wrong, and looked at him quietly, looking at his other hand from time to time, and rubbing his forehead from time to time.

"Y-What's wrong with you?"

Greeted cautiously, originally thinking that she would ignore him, but seeing his face getting worse and worse, she still couldn't bear to ask.

Eyes fixed on him.

"Headache."

blurted out two words.

Headache, isn't it time to go to the doctor, thought to myself.

"What's wrong with you?"

Looking at him, he suddenly sat on the chair, looking powerless, this is, she has never seen him, if she has seen him the most embarrassed look, she has to say that the original incident, but, after that, I have never seen it, and then he is cold, not allowing others to approach, and now he is.

wanted to withdraw her hand, but he still refused to let go, so she had to use her other hand to probe his forehead, and then let go, knowing that he had a habit of cleanliness.

He looked like he wanted to sleep.

"You have a fever."

The tone of concern, however, he could not hear this, he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong with you, are you okay?"

Looking at him with his eyes closed.

Stretched out his hand again and probed his forehead, it was hotter than just now, what to do, she didn't know what to do, in the past, as long as Doudou was sick, he would come back as soon as possible, even if it was in the field, he would ask the secretary to take Doudou to the hospital, and she, for those, was clumsy, the more she helped, the more messy she was.

If she had a fever, she would take some fever-reducing medicine and sleep for a while, and ignore it.

"Chen Hao, are you okay, don't scare me."

Tears fell, looking at him without moving.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, I'm just so tired, squint my eyes and I'll be fine."

Looking at his sudden opening of his eyes, his powerless tone, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, the heartache look.

"Don't sleep, you've got a fever, you're sick."

Help him to stand up, and don't let him sleep.

Listening to her words of concern, she smiled, obediently, and opened her eyes.

"Where's your car?"

Standing up and looking at his reddened face, she smiled, thinking it was funny.

"You snicker."

Maybe he's sick, and even his usual cold expression is gone, stupid, yes, now he, in her eyes, is a stupid look, like a child, he will do whatever he tells him to do, if this is a sober him, but, it won't be like this, of course, she doesn't dare to do this to him.

"I didn't."

Hearing that he was usually serious, at this time, like a child, he smiled and asked her if she was snickering, but she didn't want to, he laughed at him and retorted.

"Where's your car?"

No kidding, now, most importantly, send him to the hospital.

"If you don't admit it, I won't tell you."

Childish.

"Okay, I'll admit, I'm snickering, what's the car."

was amused by his childishness, and he was in a bad mood, but at this time, he was thrown out of the clouds.

Such a him, how can he be connected with the usual cold him.

Getting the answer he wanted, he told her where the car was.

Helped him to the car.

"Car keys."

Look at him, whispered.

Shaking his head.

Seeing that he was sick, I also knew that it was useless to talk to a person who was not sober, so I had to stretch out my hand and reach into his pocket to look for it.

Luckily, no, he shook his head, opened the door, helped him to the passenger seat, helped him fasten his seatbelt, and closed the door.

Sitting in the driver's seat, she hesitated, for five years, for five years, she hadn't touched the car.

On the way, from time to time I looked back at him who was asleep, and smiled, even she didn't notice it, and laughed to herself.

When he arrived at the hospital, parked the car, and was still struggling, he woke up and looked at her in the driver's seat and his own situation.

"Where is this?"

He rubbed his head with his hand, then looked at her and asked.

"When you wake up, get out of the car."

Seeing that he woke up, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car first.

She stood outside the car, waiting for him to get out of the car.

"You're not feeling well."

He was a little unconscious, got out of the car, and when he saw the environment he was in, he asked her.

"You're sick."

Seeing his questioning expression, she wondered if he was confused.

"I'm not sick."

Seeing him walking next to him and wanting to open the car door, he must have thought about leaving.

"I said, you're sick, you're sick."

Seeing that he was about to open the car door, she got angry, obviously she brought him over, her tone was higher, and grabbed his hand and didn't let him open the car door.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at her.

"You have a fever."

Looking at his terrifying eyes, his tone lowered, obviously he was not afraid of him, but he saw his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't believe herself, she had no choice but to stretch out her hand, take his hand, and go to the hospital.

And he was much quieter, let her hold his hand, go to the hospital, looking at her anxious look, he smiled, feeling, in a good mood.