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Chapter 3 Meeting Again (1)
She didn't struggle, and let him hold and stroke her. Those beautiful hands were so cold that they almost froze her breathing. She smiled suddenly, bleak, absurd, and decisive: "I am Jiang Xiachu."

"I know." There seemed to be indelible pampering and obsession in her eyes.

"I don't want to see you."

"I know." The darkness and desolation in the eyes gradually spread wantonly.

She snorted softly, "You don't know." She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes were printed on Zuo Cheng's black collar: "Aren't you going to destroy the reflection in my eyes? Now the world is full of you What are you going to do? Is it ruined?" She almost begged, without moving, just saying sadly, "If you can't, go out."

In this world, apart from life and death, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart, so sometimes, seeing each other is like not seeing each other.

Don't see, don't miss, don't fall in love...

He held her hand, trembling slightly, his voice was cautious and uncertain like never before: "Xia Chu, before you went to America, did you ever treat me with sincerity?"

She just stared out the window coldly, with the cold moonlight reflected on her face, she remained silent for a long time.In the depths of the eyes, there is ups and downs, flickering and dimming, I don't know what it is.

"Even if it's a lie, aren't you willing to be perfunctory?" The blackness in the eyes sank up and down, and after the rampage, it gradually cooled down.

After a while, watching his glazed eyes shatter into broken glass, he looked coldly and said coldly, "Go out."

He let go of his hand and smiled bitterly: "Even so, I still can't let you go. At the beginning of Xia, I can get out of this room, as long as you don't get out of this room."

Jiang Xiachu closed her eyes and let him support her to lie down, covering her cold body with the corners of the quilt, he stared at her for a long time before turning around.

Without opening her eyes, she said, "Zuo Cheng, I really hate you so much." I hate you for taking my body and still refusing to let go of my heart...

Zuo Cheng didn't stop: "I know."

As long as she is still there, he can leave.As long as she is still there, he can let her hate him.

Jiang Xiachu, don't leave me, if that's the case, let's die together, really I will do that.

Holding on to the person on the bed like that, Zuo Cheng didn't look back once, he knew that if he didn't let go, he might not even be able to keep her.

It's so cold at night, Jiang Xiachu shrank under the quilt, how could it be so cold with such a thick quilt.Stretch out your hand, the left hand side is icy cold, no longer the warmth of the past.

She smiled wryly: Jiang Xiachu, habits are really scary, you're actually used to having him by your side.

click-

The door was closed, Jiang Xia Chu turned sideways, opened her closed eyes, looked at the door, and uttered a sentence that pressed her heart and suffocated her: "But I hate myself more. "

Why hate?Probably because the soreness in her heart confuses her mind.This heart seems to be getting more and more tired and disobedient.

It hurts so much, where is the pain?Jiang Xiachu didn't know, she was caressing the position of her heart.

Looking at the under-full crescent moon outside the window, she murmured to herself: "Sincerely, do you have it? Have you given it?"

She opened her lips again, her throat was full of bitterness, which blocked her throat and heart, just like before, when she wanted to answer 'no', she couldn't make a single note...

It's not that I don't want to be perfunctory, it's that I can't lie...

She thought that Zuo Cheng had probably overturned the world, so she sank along with the whole world...

Glancing at the empty house, this is the Tongque Tower built in Zuocheng, where she was locked up for a winter and Spring Festival, and now it's early summer...

"Impossible..." She murmured in her sleep, then she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Can't... can't what?Can't love, hate, be obsessed with, read... She actually forgot to ask herself which one it was.

The night was thick, and in the room, Jiang Xia had no dreams all night.Outside the door, Zuo Cheng stood, his black eyes slowly turning gray like the sky.

The wind is soft and cool, on the black sandalwood cabinet, the wind rolled up the footer, and the faint moonlight illuminates the black font on the book: hysterical patients will reverse their roles, be confused, and their emotions will be confused, but they will not be wrong... …

Do you know?Sometimes hate, just love too much, sometimes, can't, just can't help it.

Probably, she really hated him, because he personally destroyed the him she loved.

Tick ​​tock, the hour hand turned to one year ago.

Cafe - meet at the corner.

Turn the corner, meet, who is it?In this faint fragrance of coffee, the sunset is filled with pearl summer.

Wearing a knee-length black dress, black slightly curly hair casually scattered on both shoulders, those once clear and lively eyes were still beautiful, but seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust, becoming dim, a little vicissitudes.

She is no longer the carefree and innocent Jiang Xiachu who could run and sing in the oil fields. The years have not faded her beauty, but smoothed her innocent edges.If she used to be Liuli, now she is just glass, the temperature is lost, and the cold appearance is her disguise and the condition of her existence.

Smile, innocence, simplicity... Jiang Xiachu lost all the best things. If there is anything that has not changed, only her straight back.

17890...a house number, a beautiful face, light eyes, Jiang Xia Chu drooped her eyes and walked to the door surrounded by the golden frame, raised her head, and touched the door lock with her fingertips...

click-

The door opened slowly, there was a dim light on the door, and Jiang Xiachu's plain face showed no unnecessary expressions, and she was already familiar with the pretense of being calm and breezy.

As the lights streamed down, Jiang Xiachu's back came into view, and the familiar yet unfamiliar... looming smell of tobacco came over his face.Jiang Xia raised her head and frowned.

man?What about Lin Qingyan?Jiang Xiachu's brows became more and more wrinkled, as if a bad premonition was overwhelming, and it came without warning.

The distance of a turn, the distance from heaven to hell is nothing more than that.

The fingertips sank deeply into the palm, the pain, but no feeling...

The nightmare that had been suppressed for many years began to make a comeback.

left city...

A man buried in Jiang Xiachu with a deep heart.

All the men in Jiang Xiachu were buried.

Now, the man who can't erase the trace...

His face was sullen, with emotions in his eyes that could not be seen through. Slowly, he looked at her face, step by step, as if it took a season.She was trembling, she was at a loss, she wanted to retreat but there was no way to retreat.

Very close, very close, within reach, just one step away, he can touch her, not in a dream, but like a dream, reaching out, trembling uncontrollably, the girl in every night dream, But he didn't dare to touch it, like a fragile dream, afraid of reaching out to the bubble.A pair of the most beautiful hands were hanging in the air helplessly.

(End of this chapter)