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Emma rode a bicycle in the streets and alleys of London, and there were motorcycles driving on both sides at any time. Emma walked skillfully through a small alley. Everything was so quiet, even the sound of the wheels of the bicycle moving forward. All came clearly. But without warning, when Emma returned to the road from the alley, a big truck suddenly rushed out, and Emma was caught under the car in an instant.

The audience of the entire movie theater was shocked. No one dared to believe the facts in front of them. They could only stare at the big screen with their mouths open and speechless. It happened so suddenly that the audience wasn't even mentally prepared, but that's life, and surprises never make you fully prepared.

Dexter stayed in his own coffee shop, turned on his mobile phone to listen to messages, it was raining outside the window, which made Dexter with short hair look a little melancholy, and he listened patiently to Emma 's message, "Sorry for being so pushy this morning. I wanted to say you're a good man, Dixter, and I really love you. But you're so lucky to have me." Listening to the message, the corners of Dexter's mouth Smile, so happy and beautiful. However, looking at the light rain outside the window, Dexter's brows were still slightly wrinkled involuntarily. Rain always makes people feel a little inexplicable.

Emma was lying on the ground dripping with blood, motionless, her fresh life dissipated in the air little by little along with the gurgling blood.

Knowing all this, Dexter just lay on the bed like this, holding Emma's pajamas tightly with both hands, and stubbornly pursing his lips, those **** thin lips couldn't see any blood, those deep The azure blue eyes were red at this time, and the tears glistened on the eyelashes. However, there was no sadness on Dexter's face, it was just endless dullness and sluggishness. At this time, there was no brilliance in those smart eyes, and no emotion could be seen. not come down. This despair is like an endless abyss engulfing all negative emotions.

Dexter's brows moved slightly closer to the middle, and the blue veins on his hands burst out like this, clearly visible, as if he was going through endless pain all over his body, but he didn't have any fear, and he didn't resist this. Endless pain, is so calmly enduring all this, the pain is his body, but his spirit is numb.

Drunk in a nightclub, deliberately provoking trouble, letting the physical shocks again and again transfer the pain in his heart. When he got home, he was lying on the ugly ground like a corpse, and his daughter Jia Siming looked at his father at a loss while holding the doll.

Dexter seemed to realize that someone was looking at him. He slowly raised his head and saw Jia Siming's clear eyes, and the pain swept over in an instant, child, how much Emma once wanted one. Children, but this wish has not been able to come true.

Dexter curled up like this, and the pain swept wave after wave, so he had to rely on the method of curling up to relieve, otherwise he might cry out.

Jia Siming walked to his father's side, squatted down, and looked at his father with a distressed expression. Dexter came into contact with his daughter's clear eyes, and all the persistence in his heart collapsed, and tears welled up in his eyes. Dexter shoved his fist into his mouth and bit his fist fiercely, but even so, the cry of despair and sadness overflowed from between his lips, muffled, low, and depressing. Out of breath.

Dexter was taken to his father's house by Sylvia. He and his father sat embarrassedly on the sofa with scars on their faces, watching TV, but the two father and son didn't know how to communicate. However, the experience of losing their beloved wife also made the two no longer shout and fight sharply as before, at least they can calm down and say a few words.

"I don't want to pretend to be in love, but I want to say, how you lived when Emma was there, and how you live now, as if she never left." The father tried to comfort his son, but it was still a little awkward, he even I dare not look into my son's eyes. "What do you say?"

Dexter didn't answer, but his eyes full of bruises and scars were filled with infinite despair and pain again. He didn't know if he could do it, he didn't have confidence. "I don't know if I can do it."

"Of course you can." The father said lightly, "How else do you think I've spent the past ten years." This made Dexter raise his tearful eyes and look at his father.

On July 15, 2009, Emma passed away for two years. Dexter's temples have climbed the mountain with gray hair, and he runs his own coffee shop and perseveres alone. On this day, he met Ian, who had already started a family. Ian said, "I hate this day, July 15; I hated you before, really, actually. Because you can make her shine, she'll never shine with me, and that used to make me Very angry because I thought you didn't deserve her at the time. She made you a good person, and in turn, you made her happy. I will always thank you for that." Ian's words made Dirk Dexter wakes up the next morning, reluctant to meet Emma on the first day he met Emma. Emma continued to get along. He rejected Emma on the grounds that he wanted to see his parents, but when he saw Emma's lonely back, he decided to go out for a walk with Emma.

Emma took Dexter to the top of Arthur's Seat. The two of them stood on the top overlooking the beauty of Edinburgh. Emma pretended not to care and said, "I don't want you to think that I can't think about what happened last night, I I don't want your phone calls, I want you to write letters or postcards, I don't want to marry you, and I don't want to have children with you, it doesn't matter what happens tomorrow, it's enough to have today."

"It doesn't matter if we meet again one day in the future." Emma stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the infinite distance. The sky in Edinburgh was as clear as a lake. In bright colors, "We will be friends."

"Okay, that's right." Dexter was satisfied with Emma's "free and easy", he pursed his lips, put his right hand on Emma's shoulder, and began to stroke slowly, "Or, you know, On the other hand, it will take a while for my parents to come. The apartment is empty, if you want to continue with me…”

Hearing Dexter's suggestive words, Emma showed a bright smile, "Come after me." Then she ran down the hillside, which was covered with dwarf reeds and swayed with **** yellow Mai Lang, Emma and Dexter were chasing, shouting, laughing and laughing on the hillside, youth blooming with infinite vitality in the sun.

At the same time, two people walked up the hillside of Arthur's Seat, and as the picture zoomed in, it was actually Jasmine and Dexter - this is no longer 1988 but 2009, Dexter Came here again with his daughter, where he and Emma left countless memories.

"Have you and Emma been here before?" Jia Siming asked.

"Yes, there was once." Dexter put his backpack on the top of the mountain and sat down with Jasmine.

Jia Siming looked at his father and asked, "Do you miss her?"

"Of course." Dexter had the brightest smile on his face. From his eyes, he could clearly read his concern and love for Emma. "She is, she used to be my best friend." Dexter and Jasmine lay on the hillside, watching the slowly fluttering clouds in the sky.

"Then who is your best friend now?" Jia Siming asked curiously.

"Of course it's you, come here." Dexter took his daughter into his arms, "Why are you asking this?"

"Maybe it's my mother." Jia Siming said loudly.

"Oh, I'm not such a bad person." Dexter was obviously not very satisfied with this answer.

"You know what kind of person you are." Jia Siming's words made Dexter ponder.

He is not a person worth entrusting, Dexter knows, but Emma entrusted her life to himself, and he single-handedly ruined this period of happiness worth remembering for a lifetime. Originally, Dexter and Emma could live happily for a lifetime, but he ruined it all by himself, and as a result, he and Emma only had the happiest two years. Now, he will entrust the rest of his life to Emma.

Dexter's vicissitudes of life became deeper and deeper..." In a trance, you could see Emma's figure in those eyes.

The story goes back to July 15, 1988. Emma and Dexter walked down from the top of Arthur's Seat and ran wildly all the way~www.readwn.com~ They kissed passionately on the street, they happily Chase on the road, but when they arrive at Dexter's apartment, they see their parents arriving early. Their original plans could only be ignored.

Looking at Emma who was walking away, Dexter chased after him. When she heard Dexter calling her, Emma's originally gloomy expression suddenly brightened. She turned around and saw chasing after her. Dexter, "Emma, ​​listen, I want your number."

"My phone number? Yes, of course."

Emma took out her notebook, wrote down the phone number, and handed it to Dexter, but she never imagined that the exchange of this phone number would make her entangled with the man in front of her for a full twenty years. year.

After taking the phone number, Dexter kissed Emma on the lips, and at this moment in the twilight of the summer night, they were hugging and kissing in the street, letting passers-by hurry, and it was the sweetest thing in their lives. a kiss.

It all starts here. Here, this day. But it doesn't stop there.

"There will be a period later." He said, slowly stepping back.

"I hope so." She smiled.

"I hope so too. Goodbye, Emma."

"Goodbye, Dexter."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, goodbye..."

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