Zhong Chumian gripped the string of the kite, and his knuckles tightened and tightened.
Let go, let go.
The kite circled a few times in the wind, going up and down drastically.
Then, it went with the wind and disappeared from their sight.
The smiling faces on the kite were swept into the wind together.
Gone far away.
Xu Mingchuan was twenty-five years old that year.
He said that he wanted to go to the Qinghai-Tibet line when he was thirty. At the age of forty, I went to Alaska to see the aurora. Fifty years old, go to Africa to see. When I was sixty, I opened a noodle shop.
But he stayed at the age of twenty-five forever.
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Today, I seem to be very tired.
Wang Xiu found Zhong Chumian, said something, and asked about the deceased friend, Zhong Chumian said a few words, Wang Xiu sighed, and asked him to take good care of Yu Wanfeng and persuade her.
She said: "When Feng'er's father passed away, she was like this too. She seemed to be fine, but she felt more uncomfortable than anyone else."
Zhong Chumian's heart sank.
Yu Wanfeng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching videos on her mobile phone.
I don't know what I'm looking at.
But soon, the whole person sank into the sofa and fell asleep.
Zhong Chumian walked over, turned off the video that was still playing on her phone, and put the phone in her coat pocket.
Then he reached out and wrapped his arms around her back and knees, and hugged her horizontally.
She is very light.
These days, it seems to be thinner again.
It's really strange, how can I lose weight because I stay at home all day and don't go out to exercise.
Zhong Chumian sighed.
Step by step, the steps going upstairs are also very light.
Walking to the door of her room, she freed up one hand and swiped the door with her room card.
It was very dark in the room, no lights were turned on.
He got used to it for a while, and walked to find the position of the bed.
She didn't wake up.
Hanging in his arms, breathing shallowly.
Zhong Chumian put her on the bed, pulled off her coat, brought a thick quilt over, and covered her.
Thinking about whether to open Xiaoyouting.
Yu Wanfeng stretched out his hand at this moment and grabbed his sleeve.
"Are you awake?" Zhong Chumian leaned over and put her hand in his palm.
Yu Wanfeng's eyes have adapted to the darkness, and he can see the outline of his face through the light from the window.
Tough, nice arc.
She stretched out her other hand and turned on the small lamp by the bed.
The lights were dim, but there was light at last.
Zhong Chumian looked at him, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
Yu Wanfeng could see the light in his eyes, and see the reflection in his eyes.
is her shadow.
She grabbed Zhong Chumian's clothes. His voice is soft, maybe because he cried a lot today, it is a little hoarse.
"Don't go, okay?"
she asked.
Maybe it's because I'm afraid of the dark, maybe it's because I'm afraid of something else.
Zhong Chumian's heart skipped a beat, they were all the same, they really felt the coldness and ruthlessness brought by death.
Therefore, at this moment, she seemed to be falling into the ice, as if seeing her own soul floating alone in the deep dark night.
She has always been afraid of death.
Always been afraid.
When he walked over, her space collapsed a little more.
Warm breath.
She is very familiar with his smell, which is the breath of a living person.
Still alive.
She heard light and shallow noises.
The night was very quiet.
The night is very long.
She seemed to be looking for something.
Later, that soul was held in the palm of his hand, and the temperature of his palm was warm to that soul.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She heard his voice in a trance.
I was talking to her.
She wants to feel alive.
Feel the warmth.
Feel that he is still by her side.
Let the real temperature and heat tell her that they are all alive.
After fourteen days of tense strings, after facing death frankly, it was finally impossible to escape. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com