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Chapter 33

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    Chapter Thirty-Three

    ?From Shanghai to Lyon, along the way, Nanqiao couldn't help thinking about the details of getting along with Yi Jiayan.

    The little boy beside her asked her childishly, "Sister, what are you doing in Lyon?"

    "Find someone."

    "Who are you looking for?"

    Nanqiao paused and replied, "The person I love."

    The little boy blinked half-understood, took out a candy bear from the jar and stuffed it into his mouth. While sticking out his pink tongue and licking his fingers, he mumbled, "I'm looking for my dad.  of."

    "What about your mother?" Nanqiao couldn't help asking.

    "My mother and father are divorced." The little boy said with a smile, "I overheard my mother talking to my little aunt, saying that they were divorced, and they wanted to keep it from me."

    Nanqiao looked at him hesitantly, and gradually realized that maybe he didn't understand what the so-called divorce meant at all.

    The little boy took another candy and put it into his mouth: "I haven't seen my father for more than a month. He works in France. My mother said that I will live with my father in the future."

    Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat, thinking of his former self.

    "My father treats me very well. He always buys me a lot of toys and new clothes every time he comes back." The little boy smiled and made a gesture of "a lot", then looked up and asked her, "Hey, sister  , where is your father? Does he treat you well?"

    Nanqiao was silent for a moment before saying: "My father, he is probably in the sky."

    The little boy was taken aback, and said foolishly: "But we are in the sky now!"

    Nanqiao was also taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, and said in a low voice while laughing: "Well, we are also in the sky."

    Looking back at the thick clouds and the blue sky outside the window, she thought, maybe at this moment, she is really very close to her father.

    For the past six months, Yi Jiayan has been staying at the Crown Hotel, and Nanqiao knows about it.

    After getting off the plane, she hurried to the exit hall, stopped an airport taxi outside the gate, and reported the place name in English after getting in.

    Who knew that the driver would shake his head again and again when he heard the word "Crown Hotel", and babbled this string of vague French.

    Nanqiao told him that he didn't understand French, and the driver told her in English jerky: "no, ican'ttakey out there. weare not allowed to drive there."

    "But why?" Nanqiao asked the reason without knowing it.

    The driver told her solemnly: "You know there are terrorists in leon. that hotel is exactly where the explosion and terrorism happened."

    You know there was a terrorist attack in Lyon and that hotel was where the explosion and the attack took place.

    Nanqiao's face suddenly turned pale.

    She clutched at the cushion tightly, trying not to cry.

    The driver asked her where she was going next, she bit her lip and thought for a moment before she said with difficulty, "To the vicinity of the Crown Hotel, drive as close as you can."

    It was as if a bomb had been detonated in the chest cavity, and those surging air currents and debris stirred up a heart that was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and even breathing became difficult.

    Nanqiao has not slept for eighteen hours.

    There is no sleepiness, even though she is so tired that her whole body is clamoring that she needs to rest, but she can't close her eyes and her thoughts can't stop.

    The taxi stopped at the edge of the old city, and the driver pointed to the smoking building to persuade her: "It's better not to approach it, it's very dangerous here, for your own safety, put everything away first."

    Nanqiao took out the euros he had exchanged in a hurry, and hurried away without waiting for his change.  After running two steps, he turned his head and asked him, "Where is the Crown Hotel going?"

    The driver looked terrified: "You, are you going to the Crown Hotel?"

    South Bridge paused.

    Is she going to the Crown Hotel?  The place where terrorists took hostages?

    She is not yet completely sane, coming to Lyon is already a crazy move, and the suicidal impulse is not necessary at all.

    Shaking her head, she asked again: "Which way is the police station going?"

    This is a very small city.

    France was originally very small, and when it was reduced to a city as a unit, it was so small that it seemed that it could go around the city in a few hours.

    Nanqiao went to the police station and inquired with difficulty about the information of the confirmed victims. Yi Jiayan was not on the death list, and the list of those trapped has not yet been determined.

    The police were so busy that not many people were willing to talk to South Bridge, let alone comfort them.

    &nbp; Didn't you agree to let him understand your mind?  You have missed him almost all your life, so confess your heart now, no matter what the result is, just for peace of mind, so that next time such a terrible accident happens again, you will not be in pain and despair because you have not confessed.

    Nanqiao took a step forward and ran towards him like the wind.

    Not enough quiet and peaceful mornings, not enough brilliant and bright churches, not enough romantic and beautiful places, not enough joyful and happy time.  But none of these were important, what was important was that someone was there waiting for her.

    He is safe and sound, everything is fine.

    With hot tears in her eyes, she ran towards him with a smile, and hugged him firmly from behind.

    Yi Jiayan was almost shaken, being hugged from behind, he was confused and at a loss.

    He subconsciously reached out to pull away the pair of arms that encircled him, but just as he grasped those two slender wrists, he suddenly froze as if he had noticed something.

    The crowd was talking and the atmosphere was noisy.

    But he stood there motionless, and slowly, slowly called out two words: "South Bridge?"

    It is exactly the same posture as last time.

    She desperately hugged him from behind, and refused to let go.

    That day, he did the most decisive thing, pushed his little girl away with his own hands, and cut off all her hopes word by word, as if he wanted to cut off her specious feelings for him.

    And at this moment, he suddenly no longer had the strength to break her arm apart.

    The tears that Nanqiao had held back for a long time suddenly burst out at this moment.  She hugged his waist and pressed her cheek against his back. Those water stains seemed to burst out from a faucet that had been in disrepair, and they couldn't stop at all.

    She called him over and over again: "Yi Jiayan, Yi Jiayan"

    I'm so glad you're still alive.

    How happy I am to be able to hold you like this again.

    It's as if you know that you are still alive at this moment, that you can see you with your own eyes, hold you with your own hands, and it will not be a pity to die afterwards.

    In such a noisy crowd, the person she hugged opened her hand little by little, and then turned around.

    Nanqiao knew that the hug should end at this moment.

    The charming moment should also be over.

    She looked up at him, her eyes dimmed with tears, and she was about to convert the three words "Yi Jiayan" into "Brother Jiayan", and was about to cut off those thoughts that shouldn't be had, when he suddenly stretched out his arms to hold her  into his arms.

    It was a hug that was countless times stronger than her just now, firmly, as if trying to embed her in her body.

    "Nanqiao" He called her name in a hoarse voice, and hugged her recklessly. This was not just a hug, but to integrate her into his flesh and blood, into his life.

    Nanqiao's whole body was emptied, his mind was empty, and he had nothing.

    She looked up at Yi Jiayan in astonishment, but before she could see the expression on his face clearly, she felt the sudden shadow overwhelmingly pressing down.

    Yi Jiayan lowered his head and covered her lips. All the hot emotions and warm breath turned into a deep and long kiss, which was printed on Nanqiao's lips.

    Boom.

    Some solid fortress collapsed suddenly, and she was at a loss for what to do.

    Are you dreaming?

    Dreaming that she found him and he returned her affection?

    She seemed to have had her soul taken away, her heart was hollowed out, and she froze in place motionless.  But the heart that was beating more and more in her chest was reminding her that she was alive, and so was he.

    He pried open her lips and let in all the warm breath. It was not a gentle kiss, but indulgent, violent, and reckless.

    It is the joy of surviving a catastrophe and being able to see your beloved again.

    It is the courage to abandon everything and love each other without fear.

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