Yang Benhu sat at the table and smoked fiercely. His body injuries were healed. But who can see the wounds in their hearts?

Ah Jing's toss, he has heard a little. When she was with him, it was so quiet. Five years is like a day. It's just plain. How can she make a fuss now, like a child who hasn't grown up?

However, she smiled so sweetly, her waist was softer, and her figure was more slender. Every move is more gentle and beautiful.

Where has her lonely temper gone? Has her stubborn nature been smoothed out little by little by the guy next to her? Isn't she going to go away and not looking back? How to get back to that guy again and again?

He's not as good as him like that? Five years of dependence, can't you stand up to the quiet look of those dark blue eyes?

Today, I received such a piece of information. He finally gets in touch with her again, but his identity becomes that of a member of his father's murderous family. The reason is because of a false evil star!

Yang Benhu crouched on the windowsill. Look at the two strands of wire in the sky in the distance. His heart is like the sky cut by this black thread, and she will always leave such a mark in his heart.

What if she knew all this? Will she regret those days? Will she hate him?

A bird flew in and stopped on the power line. Another one flew in. Tilting his head, pecking at his feathers, fanning his thick arms, he stood for a while, as if blown by the wind, and separated from each other, flew in different directions, turned into two black dots, and disappeared into the far sky.

Is he and her like that now? Occasionally, two parallel wires were standing. And then, separately, fly farther and farther? This piece of information, like a page of verdict, pushed him and her further, right?

Yang Benhu drove the car and walked for a long time in a distraction. When I woke up, I drove into the community where I used to come often.

Stunned for a moment, he parked the car in a corner. Walk down slowly.

His limbs are faithful to his heart. He really wanted to come and see it. Want to take a look at that beautiful but always faint little face, in those eyes, is there still inexplicable confusion and melancholy? She must know everything, right?

After five years together, he only knew that her father had died. But I never thought there were so many stories. He hid his identity, and she hid her family background. They used to be in the same bed and had different dreams.

Will she hate him? He was curious to know. Very much. Before I knew it, I was driving the car.

On a winter afternoon, the sun shines warmly. Ah Jing embroidered a picture of double happiness while basking in the sun on the balcony. It is a cartoon small cushion of a bride wearing a red handkerchief and a groom wearing a wedding robe. It's not big, but it's very festive. Let Ah Jing love it after seeing the picture.

Recently, for some unknown reason, she gets dizzy from time to time. On the body, there will be occasional pain here and there, which comes suddenly and goes quickly. It doesn't look unusual. Occasionally, Lu An found her dizziness, and he helped her to sit down on the sofa and rub the acupuncture points, which would be better. Luan often held her tightly in his arms and did not speak when she was comfortable.

Like afraid she would run away suddenly. When asked him what was wrong, he just smiled faintly, lowered his head and kissed her, smiling: "Life is too short, we have to seize the day." ”

The wedding was scheduled for March, when spring was blowing. It's almost there. Ah Jing tilted his head and thought for a moment. Ah Jin said that she must accompany her to choose a wedding dress. He also said that no matter how much the baby in her belly was, she would also go to Ah Jing's grand wedding in Sichuan City.

What color wedding dress to wear? White? Pink? The sling will be cold, right? It's just March and the beginning of spring.

After sitting for a long time, I am a little tired. Ah Jing stood up, what's going on lately. People are getting more and more delicate. She looked down the balcony. I was stunned. Downstairs, by the tree, there was a man standing. Frowning, he took a cigarette in his hand and spewed out clouds.

How did he come? What did he come to do?

Ah Jing retracted his head, and this time, he didn't even perceive him. It was only when I saw this moment that I was nervous because of surprise.

Hardly on the move. Ah Jing put down the small embroidery bandage, found the door and walked down.

I don't know what the idea is. Ah Jing walked downstairs step by step.

She's going to be a wife, and he's going to be a father soon, right? Lu An said that he overturned, and Lin Qianjiao was not doing well. It seemed like she was going to say something.

Yang Benhu watched in surprise as Ah Jing, who was wearing a red down jacket, walked out of the corridor step by step. Her little face was very white, her hair was very dark, and her eyes were clear. Like a flower wrapped in a red cloud. Delicate and beautiful.

Ah Jing stood across from him. Yang Benhu's eyes were moist. How long had he not seen her? She's getting more and more slick. Temperament has also changed. Such calmness, such gentleness. This is a familiar and strange Ah Jing.

Yang Benhu threw away the cigarette in his hand in a panic. She used to dislike him for smoking. She said her dad never smoked. She doesn't smell much smoke.

Ah Jing watched his movements and smiled slightly: "How did you come over?" ”

Yang Benhu looked at her blooming smile and lowered his head in silence. She smiled so heartily. But not because he's around.

"Shall we go?" Ajing proposed.

Yang Benhu turned to the flower garden in the sun and stood. Inside, there is a plum tree that blooms early in winter, with yellow slightly fat petals, exuding a rich fragrance.

Ah Jing followed, reached out and grabbed the next one, twisting it on his fingertips.

"Do you hate me?" Yang Benhu looked at the small flowers on the tips of her thin white fingers.

"Hate you?" Ah Jing looked up in surprise.

Doesn't she know? The man didn't say anything? Yang Benhu narrowed his eyes, raised his head to look at the sky, and lowered his head to look at the grass in the flower garden: "Dongying Group controls the Mizi Army. My father was the leader of the Mizi Army. My deceased grandfather," he paused, "was the one who ordered the hunt for the Evil Star." ”

Ah Jing's hand shook, and the flower in his hand fell silently. Her face turned pale all at once.

Yang Benhu is a member of the Mizi Army! Of course he is. If he wasn't, how could Lin Qianjiao support the Mizi Army to chase and kill her?

Ah Jing held the railing with his hand, Yang Benhu wanted to reach out to help her, his hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes were full of sadness: "Ah Jing! ”

Ah Jing stared at him blankly. This man, who used to be alive and well, has not seen him for a long time and has become cold and soft. There were still unhealed wounds on his forehead. His eyes, she was familiar. How many times has warmth swept over her? He laughed and ate the rest of her meal, and he sent her home. In those days with him, she was not alone. It's not so much a couple as a brother, but a brother who makes her feel at ease.

Now, his eyes, so empty and sad!

"Did you know any of this before?" There was a slight tremor in Ah Jing's voice.

Yang Benhu put down his hand and shook his head silently. Then he smiled wryly: "I want to know, how can I let things develop like this?" How could I be indifferent? ”

Ah Jing stopped looking at him, lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. shook his head slowly: "That's all the entanglement of the fathers." What does it have to do with you? How could I hate you? ”

Lu An came in from the entrance of the community. I saw a figure by the flowerbed in the distance.

What did he come to do? Lu An stood in the shade of the tree. Looking at it from afar.

Yang Benhu looked at Ah Jing. I thought I should say I'm sorry, but I couldn't. What is the meaning of these three words?

She is so sad and helpless at this moment. She didn't hate him. She is gentle and kind like a goddess. But he couldn't catch her. In this life, can you only miss her like this, and can only watch her from afar?

"A-Jing!" Yang Benhu called her. The expression is complicated.

Ah Jing looked up at him.

"We ......" he swallowed with difficulty, summoning up great courage: "Can't we go back?" ”

Ah Jing looked at him in amazement. Then he smiled: "Benhu, I always felt that you were more mature than me. But now you are asking like a child. ”

Yang Benhu's face turned white. His brow furrowed. Touching his hand, he almost had to pull out the cigarette again.

Ah Jing looked at him, naturally stretched out his hand to stroke his brows, and smiled: "Benhu, the past is all beautiful memories, but people are moving forward, right?" Trust me and cherish what you have. Soon, it's time for you to be a dad, right? Lin Qianjiao is actually a good woman. ”

Lin Qianjiao is a good woman! She would say that!

Yang Benhu's face turned white and black. Black and white. Ah Jing didn't notice it, she lowered her head and smiled softly: "You're going to be a father." It's time for me to be a bride, too. ”

Yang Benhu's body shook slightly, and he asked, "What did you say?" "His voice is low. The hand clenched unconsciously.

"If I were a bride, Benhu, would you bless me?" Ah Jing looked up at him, his eyes still clear, and there was a faint sweetness.

Yang Benhu glared at her, then turned his head away. How bright her eyes are, how seductive her sweetness. However, she is not bright because of him, nor is she sweet because of him. Has he ever stopped in her heart? Did she know that she had always been in his heart and never walked away? A drill slowly drilled into his heart. He wanted to scream in pain. The man who hurt him was watching him innocently and expectantly.

Yang Benhu restrained himself, couldn't help it anymore, and took out a cigarette to light it. But he sucked too hard, choked suddenly, coughed violently, and coughed so much that tears came out.

Ah Jing stood on tiptoe and patted him, and finally felt something, but he felt a little restrained, and his voice slowed down: "Benhu, if it is over, it will be gone forever." You should cherish the people in front of you. You don't know, a lot of things, you think they are destined to be yours, you don't even realize that you will lose them, but you will still lose them, you will lose them, you will regret them very much, and it hurts. ”

Yang Benhu looked at her. She's talking about her father, right? Didn't she mean him? It's been five years, and I once thought that was it. Like a frog in warm water, it can't remember to jump. He was still nostalgic for the warm water, but she had already jumped out. Left him far behind.

Lost, lost forever.

Yang Benhu closed his eyes, and the sunlight left a yellow light and shadow outside his closed eyes, making him feel dizzy.

"I'll bless you." Yang Benhu opened his eyes, lost his cigarette, and didn't look at Ajing: "I'm leaving." He turned and walked back. Everything in front of me became shaky and flashy. He strode towards the corner where he had parked. Desperate and resolute.

Lu An came out from under the shade of the tree and looked at Yang Benhu. Yang Benhu looked up at him, his eyes flashing with hatred and jealousy. He passed him. Hatred burns in my heart. Evil Star. This man is his evil star. Without him, everything, perhaps, would not have changed so quickly. At least, his Ajing, won't go that fast!

Ah Jing stood in the distance, watching Yang Benhu leave, he walked so lost. Is he still nostalgic? Didn't he leave first? Didn't he want to give up first? How does it seem that he can't let go?

In any case, those dull and love-like days, although they are truly a thing of the past, she is still grateful to have his company.

"Let's go." Luan hugged her from behind. Yang Benhu's car roared and disappeared. Ah Jing and Lu An walked back slowly. "Why can't he get out?" Ah Jing whispered.

Lu An hugged her tighter: "It will always come out, you will understand it when you see it clearly." No one can trap anyone for a lifetime. It was he who trapped himself. ”