The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 419
Du Ran's eyes widened suddenly, and her pupils were full of that slender figure.

The name rolling between his lips and teeth slowly spit out: "Melancholy..."

In the next second, Du Ran started to run regardless. Her hair was flying, her clothes were fluttering, and her footsteps seemed to leave behind everything behind her. Throughout the day and night, an unpredictable figure tossed and turned.

"Duran! Where are you going?!"

"Duran! Don't run! Still taking pictures!"

"Xiao Ran, come back!"

"Mom! Don't you want me!"

"My dear disciple, wait to be your teacher!"

There were voices behind her one after another, but she didn't care about it at all, she couldn't hear anything in her ears, she couldn't hear those words of retention, there was only the sound of the wind, and only the sound of her running panting.

Those chaotic crowds seemed to disappear in an instant. In her eyes, there was only that one figure, which became clearer and clearer.

The raised footsteps are chasing after her little by little, just like back then, he was chasing her footsteps.

Gloomy, gloomy, gloomy...

She called this name in her heart over and over again. She opened her mouth, and the wind poured in, blocking her words. It was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

She was anxious, she wanted to make him stop, wanted to see if that face was what she expected, and wanted to ask him, are you back?
Du Ran was running, the figure she left for everyone was so determined, so reckless, as if she had abandoned everything and wanted to chase that figure.

Her footsteps stopped slowly, she stood in a lawn, she looked around blankly, but in her eyes, that figure was no longer there, that figure that she missed so much that it hurt to breathe.

Is this a dream?
Is it her hallucination?

Is it because she missed her so much that she was in a trance?

At this moment, my heart hurts badly.

Du Ran stood there blankly, the surging grievance, the grievance that had been suppressed for five years, suddenly surged up, drowning all her emotions.

Is it just a dream?

Is it just an illusion?
Is it just fake?
So...you didn't come back.

Tears fell drop by drop, fell into the soil, and smudged.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, wiped her tears in embarrassment, suppressed the cry, she couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand it, when she thought that he was back, she found that it was just a dream, just an illusion, just She's just kidding herself.

Tears, wiped more and more, more and more, more violent, like burning all reason, can't stop, can't control it anymore.

Du Ran's emotions broke down. She squatted on the ground and covered her eyes, but tears flowed from between her fingers. She couldn't stop, sobbing like a wounded little animal.

"Liar, liar..."

"Liar...you lied to me again..."

"Once again..."

"fraud……"

She cried, suppressing the grief for five years, and couldn't hold back anymore.

If she was so ecstatic just now, then she is so sad now.

"fraud……"

Her voice was so dry and hoarse, full of sorrow, that she couldn't even narrate a complete sentence.

She curled up like a child, squatting on the ground, crying in embarrassment.

Footsteps sounded, and a pair of pure black leather shoes appeared in front of her.

She slowly stopped crying, sobbing, looking at the pair of shoes with tears in her eyes, and a deep and magnetic voice came from above her head.

"Are you looking for me?"

She was startled, as if she couldn't believe she was dead, even her breathing stopped for a moment.

A slender hand stretched out holding a handkerchief.

"do not Cry."

Little by little, like a rusty machine, slowly and stiffly, she raised her head and saw that familiar face.

In those dark eyes, there was a gentleness that was once familiar enough to penetrate into the soul.

She had thought about that face many times in her dreams at midnight.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"It's very presumptuous to ask, do we... know each other?"

"If I don't know you, can I know you?"

"Hello, my name is... Shen Yu."

He stood there, smiling softly, he stretched out his hand, holding a handkerchief, and he was looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

this one……

It's her Ayu.

It's her Ayu!

Du Ran's tears, the tears that were finally stopped, broke the embankment once, and fell like a tide, blurring her eyes.

"Ayu..."

"you know me……"

"Ayu!"

She couldn't bear it anymore, she opened her hands, ran over, bumped into his chest, knocked him back a few steps, and hugged him tightly.

"Ayu, Ayu, Ayu..."

She called his name over and over again, vented her miss over and over again, hugged him tightly, she waited, looked forward to, the person she loved for so long.

"You know me, don't you?"

"Liar! You are a liar!"

The man showed a distressed smile and said, "Can you tell me your name first?"

Du Ran was crying and laughing, her voice was choked with trembling, and she said, "Du Ran, my name is Du Ran..."

"Duran..."

"No! That's not the case!"

"Ok?"

"Not that title! No!"

"Then... then."

Du Ran smiled, nodded fiercely, she reached out and grabbed his hand, put it on her face, rubbing against her face like a child, she looked at him, her eyes were full of his face, his shadow , she said: "Tell me, are you back? Are you finally back?"

"Tell me, this is not my dream."

"Tell me, you... are really depressed!"

The man looked at her tenderly, and said in a soft voice: "I... lost some memories, I don't remember you, but... I want to remember, are you willing to accompany me to find those memories?"

Du Ran raised his head, and under his gaze, a bright smile bloomed. At that moment, the smile was like a flower, and that delicate and bright smile dazzled his eyes, and also dazzled into his heart.

"Okay. I'll look for it with you. We, together."

Shen Yu also smiled, and he touched her face as if he had lost it and found it again, and said softly, "Thank you."

Du Ran stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips deeply. For the first time, his lips felt warm.

She looked at his widened eyes, and her heart was about to overflow with satisfaction. She was like a stealing cat, confirming that he was back.

Her lips and teeth were lingering, full of tenderness and longing, and she wanted him to see, let him feel, and make him unable to avoid that strong and deep feeling.

This time, she will never let go of this stolen happiness, this lost and regained love, never let go, never struggle to separate, never again... longing madly.

After the kiss, she clung to his ear, and whispered when he was about to kiss back.

"Depressed...I..."

"Love you as ever."

At this moment, the flowers are gone, and happiness is wandering.

(End of this chapter)