Love makes people forget time, and time can also make people forget love.

Qiao Xi felt that this sentence was probably the best portrayal of the story between her and Han Yu.

But is love really necessary in life?

Whether it's good or bad, indulging in love, that kind of life is too narrow.

Someday, you'll no longer need those vigorous loves. You will understand that it is just a process that you learn to live, and through it, you go from naivety to maturity, and you begin to understand that the so-called romance is just an occasional spice that makes people feel alive in the ordinary. But you also know that what you want in life is, in the final analysis, just a companionship.

But this companionship is not necessarily love.

Those unforgettable so-called love are nothing but unwillingness, humiliation, and regret that there is no beginning and an end.

Although it was only a few days since the reunion after six years, Qiao Xi felt that her mentality had aged for many years.

So much so that several people met in the car again, and when she saw Han Yu who was silent in the back seat, she didn't seem to make waves in her heart anymore.

She even smiled badly and said hello to Han Yu, but Han Yu was a little overwhelmed, raised her face to look at her, and for a moment opened her mouth and didn't know whether to speak.

Gee.

It's a bit of a relief.

Qiao Xi's mood finally showed signs of light rain, and looking at the other three people in the car was not so unpleasant.

The eldest brother of the Han family drove the car, Qiao Xi sat in the front seat of the car, and the space behind was reserved for the two men.

Cheng Changsheng leaned on the seat with his back, tilted his head to look at Han Yu, who was sitting with a straight back, and sighed in a low voice.

Sure enough, he saw Han Yu's clenched fists hanging down his side, revealing the anger in the emotions of the owners of these fists.

Angry?

Can't sit still?

Is it finally time to make a move?

But you've lost your chance.

Cheng Changsheng's eyes jumped, and he looked at Han Yu, and the two men saw the same provocation and plunder in each other's eyes as themselves.

It's a strong and powerful instinct that comes with being a soldier.

It's like responsibility.

That year, Han Yu took Qiao Xi's hand and stopped at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and saw that she was hesitant about the unknown in her black and white eyes, and said those words-

I'm a soldier, I won't play romance, and I won't say those nice things to make you happy, but I won't owe you everything I do, I dare to say that I Han Yu will be good to you in this life, how loyal I am to the country, how loyal I will be to you in the future. You are a responsibility that I will never be able to unload for the rest of my life, and I swear with the highest honor of a soldier that I will live up to you in this life.

Han Yu's personality is ruffian and wild, and there is a layer of indifference and taciturn on the outside, when he is so serious and serious, Qiao Xi has really not seen it a few times.

Originally, she dragged people to the Civil Affairs Bureau, even if she was timid for a while, but she was so teased by Han Yu, she had nowhere to go, so she dragged Han Yu in without saying a word.

came out again, holding the fluttering red book in his hand, his face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.

She leaned on Han Yu, and her voice trembled: "Han Yu, I regret it a little......"

Han Yu was in a good mood, didn't take care of her nerves, and directly snatched the marriage certificate in Qiao Xi's hand, took him into his trouser pocket, lifted his eyelids to look at her, and sneered at her: "Regret? ”

Since then, in addition to the country and relatives, he has another wife.

Success is also responsible, and failure is also responsible.

But if Han Yu is really asked to abandon all these responsibilities and be a really cold-hearted and cold-hearted person, just like those TV series novels that Qiao Xi has read, "I would rather bear the world than you alone", he will never be able to do this.

If he really did that, even Qiao Xi would have to look down on him.

But like Han Yu is doing nothing now, Cheng Changsheng also looks down on him.

Since Cheng Changsheng saw Namira and Ah Shui in the hospital that day, he has never given Han Yu a good look, let alone calling him brother like before. To put it more exaggeratedly, when we met today, Cheng Changsheng couldn't help but punch Han Yu again, which was already very good.

The two big men in the back seat looked at each other with disgust, and looked at the windows on their respective sides.

It's just that Han Yu's eyes went around and around, and he still saw Qiao Xi's side face in the rearview mirror.

How long had it been since he had taken a good look at her?

It's been about six years, and when even his memory is blank, he only vaguely remembers an ethereal outline, and the paleness and pain in his heart are clearer and heavier.

Unable to think of anything, but desperately trying to remember, he tortured himself in the blank space day after day, and even broke down and cried bitterly.

Those days were really hard to endure now.

When he was in love, he was forced by Qiao Xi to fantasize about it once, what would happen to him if he lost her one day?

He laughed at her at the time for being bored, but in fact, he just couldn't imagine it in his heart.

He couldn't imagine what his life would be like without her, but then this kind of thing really happened, he thought he couldn't live it, but in fact, life was like this. But if he really thinks back to how he lived in the past six years, he can't say anything.

It's a mess, and it's like a year—that's pretty much it all about.

Qiao Xi could feel that gaze, she ignored it, turned her head and asked the eldest brother of the Han family: "Why did the eldest brother come to the company today, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing. The eldest brother of the Han family replied to Qiao Xi while driving intently, "Take Han Yu to do something, I saw you here when I passed by." ”

"Oh. At the mention of Han Yu, Qiao Xi didn't want to talk anymore, "Then big brother, just park the car at the gate of Yuansheng Community, I'll buy something and go home to make some desserts for Yichu." ”

The home she said naturally refers to the Qiao family, the eldest brother of the Han family was silent for a moment, nodded and said yes, and glanced at Cheng Changsheng from the rearview mirror, "Then you and Cheng Changsheng are ......"

"If we have anything to do with each other in private, don't worry about it, big brother. Qiao Xi hurriedly said, "Okay, I'm at the place, I'll get out of the car." ”

Qiao Xi stood at the gate, watching the car gradually drive away, and the rear window gradually couldn't see Han Yu's back clearly, and he only felt in a trance that he also turned back.

She didn't feel the slightest pleasure.

Revenge in all emotional entanglements is a sharp blade that hurts others and hurts yourself, and I swing a knife at you, but I can't take advantage of it.

Sometimes we think that what we give up is a relationship, but it is actually a kind of life.

This is the past she has planned to let go, but every time she mentions and thinks about it, she still can't help but choke. If they could meet again one day, she didn't want him to have a bad time, but there was a sense of self-esteem and vindictiveness that made her ashamed, and she hoped that he would actually have a bad time after leaving her.

Love is not satisfactory.

You and I hurt each other.