Guo Jia's voice choked up, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

Leng Yue was a little shaken by his strong confession, and a little flustered under his burning tears.

It seems that there is nothing unforgivable in this world, it is just a matter of whether you are willing to forgive.

She whispered at him and listened.

In her eye sockets were the eyeballs soaked in mist.

In her heart, the resentment towards him is gradually melting.

Looking at his eyes begging for forgiveness, listening to his voice full of guilt, especially thinking of Xiaoxi, Leng Yue's voice involuntarily softened.

We can't go back to the past, we can't think about each other for the rest of our lives, you understand!"

"But ......"

Guo Jia's eyes firmly grasped her gaze.

"Ever since you appeared, I've understood, I'm finished again! Just like the first time I saw you when I was young, I'm done......" He sighed and shook his head: "In the face of you, I must use the greatest willpower to restrain myself from provoking you...... But......" He lowered his eyes, his voice getting deeper and deeper. "Now, I am hovering around you, I am indeed brazen!" he said in a dumb voice: "But I, now I have made up my mind to become brazen again! Even if I am a sinner who loves you, even if you don't love me now, I still want to love you......"

"I said Guo Jia ......"

Leng Yue looked at him, his big misty eyes shining like two stars.

"Love is not something that one person does, but something that two people do together!" she said solemnly: "People who really love each other will not hurt each other." If it hurts, it's not true love!"

After a pause, she added:

"Guo Jia, you are bent on me, do you think that after I was abandoned by you, I didn't find a good place to hit my head and die, but lived a good life like today, I must feel that I never took you to heart, so I was entangled like this?"

"What do you say?"

Guo Jia stared at her again and asked her forcefully.

"Then I want to ask you, have you really forgotten me?

"Yes, it is my way to live while complaining about you and forgetting you!" Leng Yue smiled lightly and said: "Knowing that it is not love, I gradually began to forget and began to laugh little by little! "I'm comprehending. She said.

"Oh?"

Guo Jia's puzzled eyes looked at her with an attitude of almost appreciation, and then, he smiled meaningfully.

He slowly approached her, and then, as he pulled the rearview mirror into her, said:

Look at the woman in the mirror, full of sadness, haggard, and full of silliness. Now I have to ask, are you happy, are you happy?"

"What does it matter if I'm happy or not, or happy or unhappy?" Leng Yue glared at him, stretched out his hand, and broke back the rearview mirror. "Happiness or happiness, that's all my business!"

"It's related!"

Guo Jia stretched out his hand, grabbed her hand, and held it tightly.

"Of course it does, because I want to know if I still have a chance to fight for my lost happiness!"

"You're gone!"

Leng Yue pulled her hand back.

"You're long gone!" she said.

"Really?"

Guo Jia's eyes were deep, and he stared at Leng Yue like a flame.

"Is that what you mean by that?" he asked, "Don't even think about it for a few minutes?" he inhaled heavily. "Did you know that I have no self-esteem, no conceit, I have nothing, I'm just a ...... A man who is deeply in love, I beg you to ......"

Guo Jia's eyes were moist, and his voice was also filled with irrepressible passion and tremors.

"I know I don't have the right to ask you to come back to me, I'm fighting the trapped beast!" he said, "I'm just begging you to say what is in your heart! I really don't have a chance? really don't love me at all, or I don't have a chance to love? really?

"No! no!

Leng Yue's firm voice and determined eyes all made Guo Jia feel chills for a while.

"Okay!"

Guo Jia said patiently, looking depressed and depressed.

"Oh, Yue'er!" he called to her, "Sooner or later, one day, I will get lovesick for you...... Alas......" he shook his head and sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense. ”

Leng Yue smiled, and then said:

"Don't be nostalgic for the car that drove away. Where to fall...... Just lie down there. We're not acting, and we don't need to memorize lines. ”

"Memorize lines?"

Guo Jia asked her.

"Well, whatever you want. As soon as he reached out and took out a brown paper document bag from the pocket of the back seat, he solemnly handed it to Leng Yue's hand.

"What is it?" she asked, smiling.

"No, no!" Guo Jia shook his head, "It's your old thing!" he said.

Leng Yue was a little surprised, a little surprised, a little stunned.

Slowly, she pulled out the contents of the bag, and it turned out to be a small but beautiful album. She flipped open the cover, and on the pale blue title page, there were a few lines of writing in the art style.

I didn't want to be lovesick,

For fear of lovesickness,

After a few thoughts,

It's better to be lovesick!

Her heart jumped, and she immediately remembered the song Guo Jia sang just now. I thought I had strongly questioned the word 'rather'. And this little poem seems to have been written many years ago, because the font is a little yellow.

She was silent, looking up at him.

He looked at her with tears and a smile in his eyes, looking extremely unnatural.

After a long while, I only heard him say in a hoarse voice: "It took me more than 20 years to finally understand the deep meaning of the word 'rather'! When you lose it and can't get rid of it, what can you do but 'rather'?"

Leng Yue lowered her head and silently turned the title page, and as a result, she found her own photo of her youth.

There is a photo of her wearing a white dress with a beautiful bun on the back of her head, and she is standing in a halo of colors, the light is red and green, and her clothes are also dyed with the color of the halo.

Under the photo, there is also a small poem.

The beauty of the bun is beautiful,

Colorful light makeup,

The red smoke and green fog cover are light,

The flying floc is uncertain.

Turning down, page after page, there are all photos of her, there are close-ups of her eyes, there are also close-ups of her lips, and there are eyelashes half-drooping, eyes half-hidden, bowing her head in contemplation. Moreover, under each photo, there is a small poem praising her.

When she turned to the last page, she found two red hearts made of leaves, juxtaposed.

Leng Yue raised her head in some amazement, glared at him and said, "I don't remember these photos!"

"Of course!"

Guo Jia chuckled, his eyes shining with excitement.