Zhao Lanxiang touched the dried tears on her cheeks, and a white handkerchief lay quietly on her palm.
The faint fragrance of the gardenia spreads out, like the footsteps of a carnival in midsumr.The stronger the aroma, the stronger the sweetness.The fragrance is not greasy, and it reflects the white light, and the corner of Phrae reveals a very pale "cypress".
Zhao Lanxiang stunned that she hadn't recovered yet. She seed to still have the warm words of strange n in her ears.
Such words seed to bring strength, inch into ear, and gently tapped on the thick shackles wrapped around her heart. Zhao Lanxiang's eyes shed two lines of tears.
She shook her body with her hand in her hands, and her sobbing cries turned into wailing, as if she released all the forbearance and grievances of this day, squeezing out all the water from her body, and draining all her tears.
...
When He Songbai saw Zhao Lanxiang again the next day, he found that the woman whose mood collapsed yesterday had returned to her original appearance: still orderly, busy and engaged in work.
But He Songbai, who is familiar with the human nature of the pillow, knows that so things have quietly changed.
There was a trace of spirit in her eyes, and she smiled more and more. Although the whole person was still weak, she brought a tenacity.It is as flexible as pampas grass, and it can't turn even if it's rock.
When He Songbai looked at the small restaurant opposite, his lips bent unconsciously.As a treacherous businessman who is accustod to actuarial calculations, he did not take advantage of her most tornted and fragile ti, and has exhausted the few self-control forces.
I don't know what kind of thought she used to go to the countryside to see him, but He Songbai knew that no matter what purpose she had, her feelings for him were pure and warm, without any hint of calculation.He wanted to be like this.
But his smile lasted for only a mont, and then flattened out.
In the "Lanxiang" ready-to-wear store, there is a taller figure of a man, who is Jiang Jianjun.
But Jiang Jianjun's head was sober this ti, and he went in for a few minutes without making a pass.There was no dispute in the shop opposite.
He Songbai was patiently drinking tea in a cup, and as ti went by, his tea could not be drunk anymore, and the stool could not sit for a mont.
He hurried down, he walked to the store and looked around, and found that there was no figure above the place where Zhao Lanxiang often sat.
The chair was already cold, and He Songbai quickly asked, "What about your boss?"
The shop clerk at the shop said, "If you are not inside, you are out."
He Songbai squeezed into the cluttered room and found another door behind the shop, his face suddenly sinking.
He Songbai hurried across the street and jumped into his car parked on the side of the road. The sound of a rumbling car engine starting sounded, and he drove to the military compound.
...
Zhao Lanxiang followed behind Jiang Jianjun and walked into the forr love nest with deep feet.
Where I lived for more than ten years, I said that no feelings are false.The house has been renovated twice before and after. When it first ca in, it was the latest family building of the army, with white walls, new doors and windows, new marriages, new houses, new loved ones, and everything was so beautiful.
The big house was little by little furnished and decorated by her, and there was also a smoky sll. After more than ten years, the marriage was broken and the feelings were broken. Zhao Lanxiang walked into the house and packed up the things in her hand a little, almost tolerating I can't hold my nose.
Jiang Jianjun didn't do anything, just watched her holding a big cardboard box and put down the things one by one, her jewelry box, her handicrafts, her paintings, the books, notes she had saved for many years... … Lin Lin has packed up and can almost evacuate half the house.
The remaining half is heavy furniture that can't be taken away. In fact, Jiang Jianjun's things are pitifully scarce.The house is full of traces of her. She has already taken deep roots. If you want to uproot it, your ho will not look like it.Jiang Jianjun looked at it, his chest seed to be stuffed with cotton, and it was so painful and stuffy that he couldn't breathe.
Love is like a soft underbelly that makes courageous people timid.Love is like a razor blade, drawing blood to see the blood, the knife is a deep wound.
Jiang Jianjun sat in a dark place in the shadow, almost silent as if there was no such thing. He looked at it for a long ti before finally speaking: "Don't go, okay?"
"You are gone, this ho is not like ho anymore."
Zhao Lanxiang acted very neatly. Within half an hour, she had packed up three big boxes.She said calmly: "There is no regret dicine in the world."
"I've finished receiving, if there is anything left, I don't want it. You can throw it for . These boxes, please send them to
when you are free. I'm gone..."
"but……"
Jiang Jianjun glanced at the ssy house. When she didn't turn it over, he didn't know that the small house could hide so many things that belonged to her.She turned it over without permission, but she wiped her hands away gracefully, leaving a ss of ss for him to clean up.There will be no more accompany of Zhao Lanxiang, how difficult it will be in the future, and there will be no end in years.
This feeling is terrible.
Zhao Lanxiang asked Jiang Jianjun to move things down. Jiang Jianjun pressed the heavy heart to move the carton downstairs. When he returned ho, Zhao Lanxiang sorted out a pile of discarded debris. She turned to a cowhide notepad and her eyes stopped. After a few seconds, she tore her hands freely, and then threw the waste paper into the trash can.
The soft muffled sound of "snap
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