Ah Jing suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. She had always had such strange feelings. Whenever the man who once wanted to spend the rest of his life together shows up. Because of such a strange feeling, it was so natural to identify him and think it was him. I didn't think I would be betrayed, I thought it was fate. I thought that this was the end of my life.

Ah Jing stroked his chest, stood up, lifted the curtains, and sure enough, the black car slowly slid into the parking space where it was often parked, and the door opened.

Ah Jing hurriedly lowered the curtains. Standing against the wall. The heart is pounding. What to do? He's coming, what is he coming? It's been more than a month. Shouldn't we understand how determined she is?

Ah Jing stood by the wall, his face pale. Always make it clear. If you have to say it to your face, then you can say it plainly. That woman, very beautiful, very noble, very feminine. And him, shouldn't he be a doorman, right? That kind of woman should be the best choice for a person of Yang Benhu's status, right? If you bring it to the party, it must be a sparkling blue rose. Isn't that the most suitable woman to be the wife of a successful person? What's more, she also has children!

There was a slight sound of footsteps at the doorway.

Yang Benhu stood at the door, stopped for a few seconds, loosened his tie, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Ah Jing tugged at his hair. Calm yourself. The knock on the door was soft, but it hit my heart like a drum.

Don't let him in. If you want to let go, don't leave a trace, a trace of nostalgia.

Ah Jing put on his coat and opened the door. Yang Benhu stood at the door, staring at her. The black hair is scattered like a waterfall, and the small face is very white in the black hair, and the eyes are so bright. Such as black grapes. However, it is no longer that kind of look. It's not a slight smile, some intimate, some casual, some indifferent, like looking at relatives.

"Ajing." Yang Benhu looked at her, his voice a little hoarse.

Ah Jing looked at him. The face of the national character seems to have lost some weight. The chin is blue, and although it has been scraped, it is still a patch of blue. As soon as he had something on his mind, his beard grew quickly. If you don't scrape for a day, it's dense.

Ah Jing lowered his eyes. I feel a little sad in my heart. He was still uncomfortable. He must still be heartbroken. Why not? After all, it's been five years. If you say let go, let go, people's hearts are flesh and blood. How can it not hurt?

"Ajing, I just came back from Canada. My mother was very ill. I would have ......"

"I know." Jing interrupted him softly. Come out and close the door.

Yang Benhu looked at her. Blue skirt, small black tunic. Very weak, but very strong. He loved her, but he always felt that she was like a tree standing alone in the wilderness. She blossoms alone, sways alone in the starry night, and faces the wind and rain alone. He was never a tree standing with her in the wilderness. He was just a bird, flew over, made a bird's nest in her tree, in her heart. Sometimes, standing on the tree and singing, and sometimes, standing on the branch to blow the wind. Her leaves, along with the song and the wind, rustle and should be with him. She was a tree, but he was a bird. He had never been able to grasp her. This kind of love is very fleeting. But he was deeply immersed in it.

The more this happened, the more reluctant he was to give up. A woman should be like a garment to him. The one in front of him was not clothes, but a bundle of threads, which bound his heart tightly, but it was a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

He was really unwilling.

"I'm going for a walk. Let's talk outside. ”

Ah Jing walked ahead. Yang Benhu followed behind. When is this distance getting farther and farther away?

"Ah Jing, you listen to my explanation, I have a hard time." Yang Benhu's voice was hoarse, and his breathing was a little short.

"I know." Ajing faintly interfaced. Everyone has their own struggles. There are explanations for this. But now, she doesn't want to hear anything.

There is a small boutique downstairs. Ah Jing walked in. Yang Benhu hesitated for a moment and followed.

Tonight's Ah Jing exuded an aura that was unfamiliar to him from head to toe. Let him, have the feeling of being unapproachable.

"Ah Jing, I don't know what you've heard, I'll take the time to deal with it. Believe me. ”

Ah Jing didn't speak, staring blankly at a small crystal sculpture in the boutique. A little man in a top hat and a gentleman's outfit was pouting to kiss a little girl in a short skirt with pigtails on her lips. The two little figures were hip-crossed, their eyes closed, and they were deeply intoxicated. The lights of the shop are reflected on it, and the translucent crystal shines brightly.

"You like it?" Yang Benhu followed Ah Jing's gaze.

Ah Jing did not speak. Yang Benhu beckoned to the chubby female shopkeeper: "Wrap it up, I want it." ”

The fat sister-in-law agreed with a smile. She knows Ah Jing. Ah Jing often passed downstairs. I also come to the store during my evening walk. I never buy it, but I will look at every little handicraft for a long time. Although she had never done business, she still liked this quiet girl. There is an indescribable condensation quality. It seems that such a person should only walk around the store.

The fat sister-in-law has always been full of pride. She knew that Ah Jing had taken in Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing came to talk to her if she was fine. So she knew that this was a capable young lady. This particularly temperamental and capable lady will like to come to her shop to have a look, which means that the things in this store are tasteful. Even such a high-end lady will love it!

The fat sister-in-law put the things in the box to pack. Ah Jing looked at her and smiled: "Fat sister-in-law, don't wrap it." The fat sister-in-law was a little flattered: "Miss, do you recognize me?" ”

Ah Jing smiled: "Xiao Qing said about you." Just call me Xiaojing. ”

The fat sister-in-law's face smiled into a big chrysanthemum: "Good, good." ”

Ah Jing walked out with a locket. Yang Benhu followed behind him and relaxed a little. Ah Jing did not refuse and accepted what he bought. Does this imply her intentions? He's still got a chance, isn't he? After all, the five-year road is not something to forget and forget.

"Ajing, you like it, next time I'll buy the right one, it's a tall person, let you put it next to the TV in the living room." Yang Benhu said, wanting to approach and put his arm around Jing's shoulder.

Ah Jing walked quickly to the street lamp. On the side is a low white wall plastered with advertisements for the Golden Eagle Shopping Center. The night breeze blows. Around the people who walk by from time to time, threes, threes, twos.

Ah Jing looked up. It was almost the middle of the moon, and the moon hung high in the sky, very bright and round. A faint halo of light is set in the clouds.

"Benhu, do you know?" Ah Jing looked at the round of silver light stupidly. The voice is soft and ethereal.

"My love for you has always hung in the highest place of my heart, in the emptiness of my heart, that love is brighter and more beautiful than the moon like a jade plate in the sky, it is so holy that no one can compare, and it is so warm that I am intoxicated. It has been with me for five years, illuminating my most beautiful life and the happiest smile. I live like a moonlight goddess, sweet and happy. ”

Ah Jing lowered his head and took out the crystal doll in the small box.

"Our love used to be as crystal clear as this crystal, warm and cool. But you smashed it. ”

Ah Jing gently let go of his hand. The crystal doll fell to the ground with a crisp thud and turned into scattered shards of glitter under the streetlights.

Ah Jing took a step back, leaned his back against the wall, and turned to look at Yang Benhu weakly, Yang Benhu was taken aback and wanted to step over.

"Don't come here!" Ah Jing screamed. The voice was a little sharp, causing passers-by to turn around.

"Don't come here!" Ah Jing realized his gaffe, his voice lowered, and tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes. "Benhu, don't you come here, look at these fragments on the ground, the love between us, once as beautiful as the moonlight, shining on my whole world. But now, it's broken, broken by your own hands. You don't try to pick it up anymore. If it once warmed me and made me happy, then now, between us, there are only these rags, if you must pick it up, it is no longer love, it is a murder weapon, it will stab you, it will also cut me. Please, please don't pick up these junks again. ”

Yang Benhu was stunned under the street lamp.

Ah Jing turned around, walked along the low wall, turned a corner, and disappeared into the night.

Yang Benhu squatted down, and there were shiny crystal fragments all over the ground. He lost his mind for a moment, reached out to pick it up, and suddenly retracted his hand in pain. The shards had sharp and thin edges that pierced his fingers, and a small red bead of blood poured out, trembling on his pale finger under the street lamp.

It really stabbed me. Ah Jing, stabbed me all over my body and covered with scars. It was I who accidentally broke it. I asked for it. But, Ah Jing, you are so cruel that you don't give me the slightest chance? Leaving debris all over the ground stinging my eyes?

Yang Benhu took out a handkerchief from his body, slowly picked up the fragments one by one with his hands, and wrapped them in a handkerchief. His body trembled slightly, as if what he had picked up was an incomparably precious jade.

Far away from the street lamp in the shadows, out of a woman. The body is plump and the complexion is condensed. He looked coldly at Ah Jing, who was turning the corner, and Yang Benhu, who was squatting on the ground to pick up pieces.