Now Zhong Chumian, every word she said made her very hot.
She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't do it now, there will be a long time in the future."
The epidemic will always pass.
Zhong Chumian understood what she meant, her heart moved, she reached out to hug her, and smiled softly: "It turns out that Xiao Wan wants to get close to me."
Yu Wanfeng's face became even hotter.
The night gradually sinks, and the city in the dark is as silent as the sand on the bottom of the sea.
But no one cares about the sediment on the bottom of the sea, no one cares about it.
This city has touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
I don't know if this is a kind of luck.
Yu Wanfeng leaned on Zhong Chumian's shoulder, looking far away into the night sky.
There are a few stars, here and there.
The light was dim.
She is also very quiet.
Zhong Chumian kept holding her hand, put it in the palm, and kneaded her slender knuckles carefully.
Her knuckles are long and soft, and the knuckles look tight.
Zhong Chumian rubbed every inch of her joints in the palm of her hand, making her feel hot. Yu Wanfeng couldn't help but said, "Zhong Chumian, why do you always rub my hands?"
What's the fun with her hands.
Zhong Chumian said: "I remember, you used to play the piano."
Yu Wanfeng nodded: "Well, I started learning the piano when I was a child, and then I sold the piano, so I didn't play it anymore."
Zhong Chumian felt pain in his heart.
She must have had a hard time during the downfall of the Yu family.
How much pain is there that he doesn't know?
But time cannot be turned back, if possible, he just wants to wash away all her unhappiness and sadness during that time.
Zhong Chumian no longer rubbed her hands, but she still refused to let go, holding it in her palm, it was warm.
"There are so few stars, there hasn't been a sunny day for a long time." Yu Wanfeng said with some regret.
Zhong Chumian rubbed her forehead: "When spring comes, there will be more sunny days."
Yu Wanfeng gave a soft "hmm".
In the dark space in the distance, the flickering light outlines the outlines of high-rise buildings and paints them into ink-colored images.
Many years later, Yu Wanfeng still remembers this night.
I remember that the cool breeze was slightly cool and the night sky was silent.
? Remember that the dark clouds will dissipate, and then the stars will light up and the moon will shine brightly.
Leaning on the shoulder of the one she loves deeply, as far as the eye can see, there are bits and pieces of light, which light up from the depths of the darkness, shining brightly, gathering together, gathering the light in the dark night.
She saw it.
Seeing the dark and silent high-rise buildings, blending into red light spots, and melting into red light bands.
? Those Chinese characters shone with earth-shattering light, piercing the silence of the night, like shouting, coming overwhelmingly.
"Come on Wuhan".
Four words.
Countless lights lit up.
The red "Come on Wuhan" rose slowly, walked on high-rise buildings, and passed between the bridges of the Yangtze River.
That night, many people saw it. ,
They once swallowed their tears in the depths of the city, piled their cries between the bricks and tiles, even if they were heartbreaking, when they raised their heads, they just said, "It's okay, it will be fine."
Now they looked up and saw the whole city lit up, their city, lit up.
This city shrouded in the haze of disease, this city engraved with fearlessness and perseverance, has lit up countless lights.
It lights up for its people and shouts for its people. It is telling its people, come on.
Tears welled up in Yu Wanfeng's eyes.
She repeated those words softly, as if she had grasped the formula for waking up in the endless night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com