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Chapter 246 I Will Pay What She Owes (1)
Behind her, footsteps came in, the familiar breath, familiar person, familiar embrace, and a pair of hands around her waist were still dazzlingly beautiful.

She didn't move, she turned her back to him and snuggled up: "He called me Xia Chu."

"I'm wrong." The man behind him replied casually, his eyes under the thick eyelashes were deep.

"Who is he?"

who am I?She turned her head and looked into Zuo Cheng's eyes, she didn't say some words, and suddenly forgot, she only remembered the heart-wrenching pain.

"Old friend." After a pause, he said again, "Old friend at the beginning of Xia."

She once said that if she had to cheat, she would lie for the rest of her life. He thought that he had reached the point where he had to cheat.

"Did I know him before?" She asked calmly, as usual.

He replied: "I don't know."

Who says it's not? Isn't it the same as not knowing if you erase the traces of knowing?
Zuo Cheng is an omnipotent man.

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up and she smiled, not happy but not angry: "Really? Why do I think I should know him?" She turned her head and looked at Zuo Cheng stubbornly, "Is it because he is an old friend of Xia Chu? ?”

"Ah."

Zuo Cheng took her hand and walked around the camphor tree.

After walking a few steps, she stopped suddenly, her cold side face was covered by her long hair, only the corner of her jaw was exposed, with a stiff arc.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Cheng tightened his soft hands.

She was silent, staring at the tree, dazed.

In the ears, distant voices, two familiar voices, came again.

"A little higher, a little higher." The girl smiled softly.

"Hold on."

"Hehehe."

Under the tree, the boy pushed the swing, looking at the girl on the swing with gentle eyes.

"Qiancheng, you are going to push me on the swing for the rest of my life."

"it is good."

"Qiancheng, I like you."

"what?"

During the blooming season, the wind is very strong, and the tidbits are flying and swaying all over the sky.

"I like the swing."

"Ok, I know."

"..."

Laughter, the sound of the wind, and the sound of swinging and picking up camphor flowers echoed for a long time, intertwined and chaotic in the woman's ears, echoing over and over again.

It was the beginning of Xia, and her favorite boy.

She stood under the tree: "Zuocheng, was there a swing here before?"

Zuo Cheng nodded and hugged her: "Well, Xia Chu said that he likes it very much."

Oh, it turned out that Xia Chu said it, her frowning brows loosened, and she frowned again for a moment: "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

She thinks, memory is really a magical thing, something she thought she could never forget is inexplicably forgotten, something she thought she had completely forgotten suddenly comes back, she thought it was her own memory but it turned out to be someone else's, and she thought it was someone else's memory but it turned out to be her own , It's more than a random word.

"Forget it and forget it."

He took his hand and walked past the withered leaves, under the camphor tree, the desolate land withered.

The door opened wide, Zuo Cheng led the woman forward, after a while, Zuo Cheng came out, followed the original path, and stopped under the tree.

"My early summer, don't go back."

Muttering softly, drifting with the wind, no one answered, under the tree, one person and one shadow, waiting until the sky was dark and the ground was dim.

Have you ever heard those memories of being uneasy and lonely floating around with the wind and rain? If you hear them, let them go.The woman can't go back because someone is waiting for her.

The blue sky is waiting for the misty rain, but in this south of the Yangtze River, the continuous rain has never stopped, the sky is dark, there is no light, and the hazy rain and fog wet his windbreaker.

I don't know how long the drizzle will last, the slightly dusty golden door opened, and a pair of white sneakers took small steps, walking very fast, as if a little hasty.

The woman trotted all the way to the tree, and twisted the corner of the man's clothes: "I knew you were waiting for me here."

The man seemed to tremble slightly, turned around, and stared deeply into those clear eyes: "Shen Xia."

She responded softly: "Yes."

Zuo Cheng suddenly smiled, shallowly, very nicely, he said sadly, "It's you."

Fortunately, it is you, Shen Xia, my early summer.

He hugged her tightly, without leaving any gaps, and the two slightly cold bodies gradually warmed up by leaning against each other.

The woman in her arms giggled lightly: "Otherwise?"

Zuo Cheng smiled and put his arms around her shoulders: "Let's go back."

"it is good."

There is a kind of waiting, called: it is you.

There is a kind of promise called: otherwise?
In this world, missing and being missed, forgetting and being forgotten, lost and being lost, choosing and being chosen... In the bustling world, there are too many disturbances, too many going around, too many can't let go, can't let go, how many people are there? There is this kind of fate: it turned out to be you.

Fortunately, they are deeply in love with each other.

On the road, a man and a woman, the man is handsome, the woman is pretty, holding hands, pressing the road, the long night, misty rain and fog... Behind the two of them, four or two black cars followed leisurely, full of sense of peacekeeping what.

"Have you seen her?"

Perhaps because it was at night, there was a slow echo, Zuo Cheng's voice was a little less cold and more elegant.

"Yeah." The woman nodded with a smile, her eyes were brightly illuminated by the lights on the side of the road.

"What did you say?" He took her hand and looked at her sideways.

"She said she was fine."

She smiled and said again, "She said let me take care of myself"

"She said don't miss her."

She still smiled and frowned: "She said she was going to a place far, far away."

She frowned again, without a smile, and the woman's voice became a little dull: "She said don't look for her."

"What else?" Under the lamp, Zuo Cheng's voice hurried slightly, it was very faint, with no ups and downs.

The woman looked up at Zuo Cheng, and grinned: "She said let me love you well and treat you well."

Zuo Cheng's slightly frowning brows loosened, and he smiled: "Did you agree?"

"Well, yes."

The woman smiled and thought: She will love this man well and treat him well, better than herself, more than loving herself.

In this world, there is always a person, you are willing to love him more than yourself, that is not stupid, but lucky.

Zuo Cheng took the woman into his arms and walked towards the depths of misty rain.

He won the gamble with a [-]% chance of winning.

In this alley in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a very light rain, and there was a group of footprints winding in front, and four cars ran over behind them, but they still remained.

In the driver's seat of the car, Uncle Jin just wiped off a cold sweat, his eyelids were a little tired, today was really a series of thrills, and there was no wrong step, but fortunately, it ended without any danger.

(End of this chapter)