wasting time with you

Chapter 29 If It Wasn't For You (4)
Mu Yan's patience was obviously not good enough. After repeating this a few times, he stretched out his long arms and pushed An Yiruo against the car door, "Tell me, are you worried?"

It seemed that the street lights went out, and the surroundings were suddenly enveloped in darkness, only Mu Yan's eyes were bright and warm.Under his long gaze, An Yiruo nodded slightly.

Mu Yan looked at her deeply, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, with a warm and humid temperature.

She was finally worried about him.

Mu Yan tilted his head and laughed silently.Then, his handsome face was slowly suppressed, the cold wind of winter night was biting, his breath was like the hot air in July, blowing on her face, it was an ambiguous and fiery tease.

The originally planned business trip lasted more than ten days because of a change in mission.

But this little farewell suddenly made An Yiruo realize that Mu Yan had penetrated into her life almost to the point of pervasiveness.Every morning when she runs in the morning, she will turn her head subconsciously, as if he would catch up from behind, and raise her hand to rub her hair: "What are you looking at, am I particularly handsome today?" Along the street, she left footprints slowly and meticulously , seeming to follow his steps, advancing and retreating together.

When I see a white Cherokee on the street by chance, I will be stunned for a moment, as if he is the only one in the world who is best suited to drive that kind of car.At that time, she still laughed at him: "You are transporting pigs, and you drive such a big car." He frowned habitually when he heard this, and gave her a light shudder, "Shipping you!" Then he couldn't hold back his laughter, " You woman, what are you thinking about? You are full of energy!" At that moment, his expression was helpless and doting, which made her smile knowingly.

Such a man has a masculine domineering yet delicate softness.

Such a man is hard to resist.

So, he said: "Wait for me to come back."

She nodded lightly.

The corners of his lips curled up, his eyes were as bright as the morning stars.Then he leaned over and hugged her, wrapping her in his arms with his coat.

The feeling of him wrapping her in his arms with his coat made An Yiruo feel happy and dizzy.

Mu Yan's name was branded in his heart like this, and it never faded away.

During those ten days, she really calmed down and waited. A text message or a phone call could make her smile.

Like a rainy day, clear and clear,
Mi Yu said, "An Yiruo, why do you look more beautiful than before?"

Even I feel that I have regained my vitality.

Love is the most miraculous special medicine. As long as the person is right, it can heal the hidden wounds in the bottom of my heart without even needing symptoms.

It's a pity that the magical special medicine of love has not completely healed the wound in my heart, and the wound was torn open again.

An Yiruo didn't want to be tortured by "sickness" all the time.

She decided to fly to Paris to let herself feel the pain once, and when she came back, everything was a new beginning.

Seeing that Mu Yan was hanging again, Mi Yu became worried: "It's better to say hello to him, or if he leaves without saying a word, it will inevitably be misunderstood and disheartened. An Yiruo, meeting someone who is willing to work hard It's not easy for men."

Yes, fate is something that can be met but not sought after.However, "If you leave just because you don't say goodbye—" An Yiruo didn't finish the sentence, as if he was also worried that the man would shrink back.

She is as close as a fish in rice, and she can't empathize with An Yiruo's uneasiness.In fact, she really wanted to grab Mu Yan's hand and let him tell herself that no matter how the world changes, no matter how many years have passed, he will treat her as a treasure as he does now, and will never leave her.It seems that only in this way can the belief in love in the bottom of her heart not be crushed by the cruel reality.

However, she couldn't hold his hand irresponsibly, like grabbing a life-saving straw to fill the emptiness in her heart.An Yiruo asked himself to truly let go of Xi Shuoliang and accept Muyan with a complete heart.

Mu Yan, if you understand, you will know that when I walk towards you, it will be a brand new An Yiruo.

So, she cut off contact with him without hesitation, and traveled across the ocean to Paris alone.

When Mu Yan came back from a business trip, Mi Yu said: "An Yiruo is a lonely person, on the surface he likes to be quiet, but deep down he is most afraid of being quiet."

Mu Yan didn't understand what she meant.

"Muyan, can I make a request?"

Mu Yan raised an eyebrow: "Say it."

"Don't let go easily, she can't bear any more."

Mu Yan looked up at the stars in the sky, for a moment: "I am not qualified to ask her to be brave for someone, but I am sure she is not cowardly."

This kind of answer is not the answer for Miyu, she can't understand: "I really don't understand you man, I wanted to comfort him a few words, but seeing his reaction, I feel that he doesn't seem to care that much An Yiruo." She slumped on the sofa slightly annoyed, "It's so useless to talk all the time, it made me suffer from internal injuries."

Tan Ziyue's understanding is: "Maybe he doesn't have confidence in himself, but he believes in An Yiruo."

Believe that An Yiruo is determined to walk away from the shadow of love brought by Chen Shuoliang?Miyu scratched his face.

Tan Zi laughed more, "You don't understand that, men are usually more patient than women." Having said that, he was also a little worried, "But according to my observation, Da Mu's patience is obviously not enough this time, maybe he is regretting it now and beating his chest and stamping his feet at home Pack your bags and fly to Paris tomorrow to catch someone."

Mi Yu came alive: "Will you?"

Tan Ziyue smiled mysteriously: "Let's wait and see."

In the end, his understanding of Mu Yan is worthy of the friendship of buddies who grew up together.

Mu Yan, who had been waiting for An Yiruo's return, finally couldn't hold back when he learned that Xi Shuoliang had given up a big deal and suddenly flew to Paris, and asked Mi Yu the name of the hotel where An Yiruo stayed.

Paris in winter is wet and cold. An Yiruo wrapped his coat tightly and walked in the morning light.

For more than half a month, she walked all over this world-renowned historical city with many places of interest, from the Eiffel Tower to the Arc de Triomphe, to the Elysee Palace, and the Opera House on the Haussmann Avenue in the city center, as well as the northwest of the city. Her footprints are left everywhere in the open-air outline of the interior and the beautiful Seine River.

Why did you insist on traveling across the oceans to come here?
Because Xi Shuoliang had promised to take her to travel everywhere she went.

Or there is a saying that is right: Promises are debts owed, so don't make promises lightly, lest you spend your whole life not being able to pay them back.

Just like An Yiruo, those expectations need to be fulfilled by herself.

Therefore, An Yiruo flew to Paris after meeting Xi Shuoliang and his girlfriend to attend the reception, and wanted to fulfill those expectations by himself, and then be with him without disturbing each other and be happy on their own.I want to pass through the wall of memory here, forget him completely, without leaving any room.

Then, without disturbing each other, each is happy.

An Yiruo walked against the flow of people along the Seine River, walking without any sense of time.It wasn't until dusk when the sky began to drizzle that she felt a little tired, but she didn't want to rest or take shelter from the rain. She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the raindrops.

The rain is cold, falling on the palm of her hand, making her body and mind even colder.

The hustle and bustle went away, and she seemed to be isolated from the world, standing alone in the empty world, cold and gloomy.Hearing someone calling her name vaguely, An Yiruo looked around in a daze, but couldn't see everything around him clearly.

Why bother yourself?

Just because someone promised:

We'll get married when you graduate from college and go to Paris, France for our honeymoon.

The wedding will be held in July and August, when the lavender blooms in the wind and the spicy scent in the air will make us unforgettable forever.

Provence has promised An Yiruo too much romance and longing, but unfortunately, the unforgettable memory for life is not the endless sea of ​​purple lavender flowers, but the embarrassment of being repentant of the marriage.

Right there, to end all their memories.

She decided that the last stop of this trip was Provence covered with lavender.

In this way, force yourself to face it in the most tragic way.

The plane climbed slowly and then gradually descended. When she landed on this land, An Yiruo felt dizzy for a moment. In the confusion, she clearly smelled the aroma of lavender, thyme, and pine trees in the air.It is winter, and there are only short and neat dry stems left, and they are covered with white snow, but the pleasant aroma is still sent to the nose by the breeze.

Breathing so close makes me want to cry.

The wild cold wind messed up An Yiruo's long hair, and the fine strands of hair brushed across his cheeks, causing a slight pain.A feeling of fragility surged from the bottom of her heart, she stretched her arms around her shoulders, and hugged herself tightly, hoping to use this action to keep warm.

But found that the heart is still cold.

In a trance, An Yiruo didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps, and she didn't look up blankly until someone touched her shoulder.

It turned out to be—Mu Yan.

I really want to give him a smile, but tears have flowed over my eyelashes and dripped down.

Mu Yan put his arms around her.

An Yiruo weakly lowered her forehead to his chest——Shuo Liang, I want you to get out of my heart, and leave all the beautiful, sad, bitter, and painful memories here.

In the evening, the high sky was dyed red by the setting sun, and the flame-like red spread to the end of the sky, making this moment sad and dignified.Mu Yan was not in a hurry to comfort her, but only gave her a safe and secure shoulder, and bid farewell to the past with her.

After traveling across the ocean to France, it was not that I lost patience, but that I couldn't afford to lose.After chasing thousands of miles away, seeing her wandering in the streets of Paris at a loss, seeing her exhaustion and heartbreak, Mu Yan felt very distressed.It turned out that he couldn't empathize with the hurt caused to her by the end of his love with Xi Shuoliang.All he can do is to suppress the lingering longing and anxiety in his heart, and accompany her from a distance to reminisce about the past that has come to an end.It is to cherish, but also to respect.

Looking up at the sky, the sky and the earth seem to be still for an instant, only the air flows quietly and slowly.Mu Yan sighed softly, with the taste of the cold winter.He folded his arms slightly, warming her cold skin with the heat from his body.

As if embracing the last ray of hope and light in his life, An Yiruo shed tears in his arms.

Six years of hard work only resulted in heart-piercing pain. Apart from crying, there seems to be no other way to forget and vent. Let him give her the final fulfillment and comfort in his warm embrace.

Mu Yan raised his hand to stroke her long hair.

Looking at the embracing figures in the distance, Xi Shuoliang felt something cracking quietly in his chest, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.In the past six years, he has also tried hard to hold the delicate memories in his hands. Six years later, the happiness that was close at hand finally slipped away through his fingers.

He lost, utterly.

Knowing that An Yiruo went to Paris alone, he knew that she was here to fulfill their wish back then.What about after paying off?No more trouble.After being apart for such a long time, it's not that he hasn't struggled and tried to make it back. After all, he also loved with all his heart. However, there is a gap in reality. He knows too well that the gap between them cannot be filled by himself.Letting go has become the only way out.When I came to Paris, and even boarded a flight to Provence by accident, I just wanted to accompany her through this sad journey, which was to fulfill the promise I made.

From the moment he repented of the marriage, he couldn't give her anything anymore.

Some people, miss is a lifetime.

He forgot how long he stood in the same posture until his legs felt a little numb, Xi Shuoliang saw An Yiruo looking up from Mu Yan's arms.The distance was too far, and they couldn't see the expressions on each other's faces clearly, and they only bid farewell to each other with fixed eyes.

Goodbye, you I once loved.

It was already late at night when the plane landed at Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport, An Yiruo obediently let Mu Yan hold hands and walked to the hotel lobby, as if thinking of something, she suddenly stopped her steps, met his suspicious gaze, and carefully Ask: "Can you go somewhere with me?" For fear of being rejected.

It was difficult for Mu Yan to say "no" to her request, so he nodded.

The sky is full of bright stars, the bright moonlight sprinkles the earth, and the figure standing against the wind is shrouded in the cold night, so ethereal that it seems that it will disappear in an instant.

Standing on the top of the [-]th-floor building, An Yiruo lowered her long eyelashes, sealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes, letting the cold wind rage.

Mu Yan took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, his gaze was far away, and his deep and mellow voice echoed on the empty rooftop, "The day I first arrived in Paris, I stood here and watched you walk towards the Seine, and I called you One sound, you seem to have heard it, but you seem to have heard nothing, looking around foolishly, as if you were hunting for treasure."

Being so tall, it was a miracle to recognize her in the crowd. Of course, Mu Yan couldn't see her expression clearly at that time, but just imagining her looking around in a dazed and pitiful manner was enough to make people feel distressed.He could hardly control himself from rushing down to hug her tightly, but he restrained himself and stood there, motionless.

He was by her side when she was really in pain, so she naturally saw her distress, An Yiruo was heartbroken, and murmured, "You have good eyes. How am I stupid?"

He had an insight into her mind: "I don't think you were so embarrassed at that time. After all, everyone will go through the process of transformation, and you are no exception."

The silent warmth of moistening things made her feel comforted. There was a faint smile on An Yiruo's lips, which obscured the sadness in the depths of her eyes. A certain temptation seemed to spread silently. She raised her head, took a deep breath, and concentrated Calm.

The fluctuating mood was suppressed, allowing sobriety to replace sadness.

The man in front of her may be a star that others look up to but can't get, how can she be willing to let him become a rusty meteorite?If you miss him, you may never meet your beloved again.

The distant sky seems to be a dark curtain, and the world is shrouded in a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.She stood there quietly, with a slender and slender back, and he, silently by his side, was as firm as a rock.

Under the bright and lofty night sky, a man watched her back silently, his eyes were deep, dark, complex and concerned.

Many years later, when An Yiruo recalled that night, Mu Yan's eyes still clearly appeared in his mind, tolerant and compassionate, with insight into everything, perhaps at that moment, she made a certain decision.

He was silent for a long time, and even An Yiruo couldn't hold his breath anymore. She turned around and accused her in an aggrieved tone: "You are a real person, at least try to comfort me? At this time, there is another drama where silence is golden." Now, aren't you usually the most eloquent?"

How does this compare with then.

Mu Yan scratched his hair innocently, and narrow tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Do you know how long you've been venting? It's cold and windy tonight, and I'm almost dying of the cold."

Only then did she realize that Mu Yan's coat was draped over her body, and he was only wearing a casual coat in the cold winter months.

It was - very personable.

Without grace, she chuckled aloud, "Comrade Captain, who is handsome, talented, and loves the motherland and the people, would also be afraid of the cold?" She teased her mouth, but her heart was filled with silent emotion.In this world, after all, there is still a man who is willing to protect her, firm, persistent, and affectionate.

She turned back and forth in an instant. Mu Yan had no way of knowing, his teeth were chattering from the cold, and he protested dissatisfiedly, "If you are in a bad mood in the future, you must use another way to torture people. No matter how cold it is, I can’t bear it.” As he spoke, he stomped his feet, and put his hands to his mouth to breathe for warmth, looking completely terribly cold.

The nights in Paris are certainly not so cold.

Somewhat exaggerated ingredients.

But the gratitude and emotion in my heart couldn't be controlled at all.

Quietly emotional.

An Yiruo approached him, and his soft voice escaped from the corner of his mouth, "Fortunately, you are still the captain of the brigade, aren't you ready to return the borrowed things?"

Her tone of asking for debts made the corners of Mu Yan's mouth curve up gradually.

The scene of the first encounter at the airport came to mind again, as clearly as if it happened yesterday.The cast net is about to be retracted, but the locked fish is cunning and almost finds him who is unusually conspicuous in the crowd.In order to avoid the failure of the action, Mu Yan's brain was running rapidly. After seeing the white figure not far away who frequently looked down at his watch, he strode over, his handsome face was filled with joy like welcoming a lover, and he bent over while An Yiruo was in a daze. She whispered in her ear: "Miss, let me borrow your arms." Then she retracted her arms, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, pressed the stunned woman into her arms, and kissed her lips like a dragonfly dripping water.

That is, from then on, the red thread of fate tied the two together firmly.

Mu Yan looked at her and smiled, and trimmed her temples affectionately and naturally, "It's up to me." Slowly touching her cheek with his fingers, he bent down and kissed her forehead gently, "Wait for you to come This embrace almost waited until the end of time."

(End of this chapter)