Wrong love: the first is best not to meet

Chapter 162

Ming Jue held on to the steering wheel, looking at the road ahead in a daze.All that was in his mind was Gu Xicheng's damn pale, bloodless face.

Mo Xuan's small figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision, carrying a white backpack, still wearing a loose sweater and casual jeans, as quiet as the French sycamore that was once seen every day in Jiangcheng.Raising his head again, he saw that the hospital where Ji Yan was already in front of him.It turns out that I came here before I knew it?As he thought about it lightly, Xi Cheng's pale face suddenly appeared in his mind.

The car slowly drove up in front of Mo Xuan, and he rolled down the window, "Waiting for the car?" said a steady voice.

Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth rose quietly, her eyes narrowed beautifully, "En."

"Where are you going? I'll see you off. It just so happens that I'm fine." Ming Jue clenched the steering wheel with his hands, then let go, and his voice fell steadily into Mo Xuan's ears, a calm voice.

Mo Xuan just laughed. "That's fine. I'll trouble you then." She chuckled lightly, but she didn't refuse, she opened the door of Mingjue openly and sat in the co-pilot's seat. "I'll go back, how about you?"

"I'm going back too." Ming Jue smiled, looking sideways at her face, no sadness or joy could be seen, the smile was as quiet as the sea, so calm.However, he had some doubts about what kind of undercurrents were under such a calm surface.

Keeping her composure, when did she know how to hide her emotions?Ming Jue thought lightly, what caught his eyes was her quiet and unhurried face.The scene of the first meeting suddenly emerged. At that time, in that night, under the moonlight, she shrank her body and shrunk her shoulders, which seemed to make her want to protect.

The scenery outside the car window has been receding.Like those in the past.

"Xicheng..." Ming Jue frowned, and finally said in a low voice.

However, she was interrupted by Mo Xuan before she finished speaking. She smiled calmly, her eyes were calm, and even her voice was calm as if nothing had happened, "Is it okay if we don't mention him?" ?”

Ming Jue was stunned, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Really, have you decided to give up?"

Really, decided to give up?Mo Xuan asked herself in her heart, the man who is shining brightly and whose eyes are full of sadness, the man who lives in the memory of the past and refuses to wake up, the man who whispers under the moonlight that this is his responsibility , Have you really decided to give up?

Gu Xicheng, I am not someone to you, so I cannot bring you comfort.

She thought quietly, with a vague smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold, "No one is wrong, we just insisted on our own obsessions. Up to now, if we let go, we will be fine." We are good to each other." A faint voice.It seems that the past has really been let go.

Are they really good to each other?Ming Jue wanted to ask her, so he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say it.He just smiles, the smile is far-fetched, these days, he has been smiling like this, other than laughing, he doesn't even know what kind of expression he should use to send his friend of many years away from this world.How to watch him miss the woman he never cherished in his last days.

But there was nothing he could do.

In front of the God of Death, everyone seemed so insignificant, but he became stubborn, stubbornly wanted to defeat the God of Death, stubbornly wanted to get closer to the God of Death step by step for the sake of a word from the woman in front of him.

Ming Jue clenched the steering wheel with his hands, his knuckles turned white, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was already a little stiff. "You live well, that's all." After a long while, he said lightly, but in a sincere tone.

Xicheng also said the same thing, as long as she lives well, it's fine.

Is it all right?Even if she grows old in someone else's arms, even if she has children with another man and becomes someone's good wife and mother.Xicheng, what kind of mood do you have when you say that sentence, as long as she forgets you, it will be fine.

Mo Xuan's voice fell into his ears quietly, "Thank you." Elegant sitting posture, indifferent voice, and calm smile.


"Is Nangong Jiyan better?" Ming never wanted to get entangled in the topic of Gu Xicheng, so he changed the subject.Originally, he wanted to tell Mo Xuan that Gu Xicheng was going to undergo the operation with a very low success rate for her, but he didn't say it when he thought of Xicheng's face.Xicheng said that he didn't want her to know about this, and wanted to be the damned person in her heart all the time.Then gradually forget yourself.

Mo Xuan was happy that he changed the subject, and replied with a faint smile, "It's much better. I'll be discharged from the hospital in a while." In a relaxed tone, "The doctor said that he is recovering very well."

"Really?" Ming Jue glanced sideways at her appearance, with a shallow and nice smile, "That's good." After a pause, he then whispered: "Nangong Jiyan is a man worthy of entrustment."

It was Gu Xicheng's original words.

Mo Xuan was startled, but her voice was as steady as ever. "I know." The words were soft and shallow, and the calmness could not be any calmer.

The hospital was not far from the residence, and not long after, two buildings standing next to each other in Xicheng and Nangong Jiyan appeared in the field of vision.Ming Jue raised the corners of his mouth, his smile warmed up, "Remember to take care of yourself." Sincere words.

"En. You too." Mo Xuan smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. While speaking, the car had already stopped in front of the door.Mo Xuan opened the car door and stepped forward, "Goodbye."

Looking at her smiling face, Ming Jue was a little dazed, and nodded, "Okay. Goodbye." His voice was calm, mellow and warm.

It wasn't until Mo Xuan walked into the courtyard, opened the door, and then the small figure disappeared behind the door, that Ming Jue opened the car door and walked into the next room. The room was filled with a cold atmosphere. He frowned and opened the living room. Through the windows, the breeze blows in.Leaning against the window, he lit a cigarette and smoked quietly one puff at a time, his eyes were a little dazed, and the hand holding the cigarette was long and dry.

No wonder Zhang Xiaoxian said that every farewell may be a farewell, and every sigh may be the last sigh of life.While swallowing clouds and mist, he thought in a trance.

That was also what that person said to me, but I never cared about it.

Life is impermanent, sure enough, cherishing the present is the best choice.

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Going back to school by car today.Two more during the day.There are at least two more at night. . .


(End of this chapter)