His Burning Thirst for Her

Ning Huan looked at her, put the paper towel in front of her and pursed her lips: "sorry."

"You're not wrong, Ning Huan. I knew that a long time ago. You don't like him, just as he doesn't like me. You should refuse him. "

Zhao Yiran said, and suddenly he began to cry.

She cried a little loud, in this quiet coffee shop, it is very abrupt.

Ning Huan never comforts people, not to mention Zhao Yiran's current situation.

Besides, she knew she couldn't comfort herself.

Zhao Yiran came here today, probably also want to let the past be over.

"I know, I know, I just don't want to forget him, and I don't want you to forget him. He is such a good person, he should not be forgotten by us. "

Hearing her words, Ning Huan also felt a little uncomfortable: "Zhao Yiran, I didn't forget him."

She never forgot, even though she didn't really care.

But Xiao Yi is really a good boy. She refuses him for no reason, just because she doesn't like him.

This is the world, emotional things, it is never possible for everyone to achieve.

If you like someone willingly, you will be rejected willingly.

"His parents want to forget him, his friends are forgetting him, and his classmates have already forgotten him. Ning Huan, in this world, when a person dies, there is really nothing left. "

For so many years, Ning Huan did not understand why she was so persistent. Now, she finally understood.

It's probably the feeling when I was young. It's really possible that it will last a lifetime.

It doesn't matter that he doesn't like her, but she does.

It's almost six years since Xiao Yi's accident. She has two children at home. She's four years old. Her friends have begun to forget that there was a boy named Xiao Yi, and her classmates will never think of such a person again.

He is being forgotten by the world. Except for Zhao Yiran, everyone forgets him inadvertently.

This fact is a little uncomfortable. Ning Huan pursed her lips and said, "you can remember him, but you still have decades to live. You shouldn't stick to this forever." Hearing her words, Zhao Yiran finally wiped his tears with a paper towel, "I know, I want to open it. When I escaped that day, I wanted to open up. I came to you today just to say sorry to you. What happened before, and what happened that night. I didn't mean it, I just

, it's too hard. "

It's too hard to get it, but I have to watch him leave.

But there is nothing she can do. She has given her best seven years to Xiao Yi. For so many years, she is not willing to accept any heterosexual approach.

Or, that's enough.

She will remember him, but she will fall in love with others.

Walking out of the cafe, Ning Huan pursed her lower lip slightly.

She looked back at Zhao Yiran, who was sitting in it, with some emotion in her heart.

The old story can finally come to an end, but the result is not very good.

In this world, there is really nothing like life.

Xiao Yi's story is really very sad.

She was about to go back when Liang Xitong called.

Ning Huan smiles for a while, afraid that she is worried about answering the phone: "Tong Tong, I have finished talking, waiting for the elevator."

Hearing her words, Liang Xitong was relieved, "come on up, there's someone's birthday today, waiting for you to eat birthday cake!"

"OK, wait for me!"

At this time, the elevator door just opened, Ning Huan quickly walked in.

In the coffee shop.

Zhao Yiran drank water, and then he got up and left.

It was a fine day in June, with blue on her head. She took out her mobile phone and ordered a ticket to s city.

Three hours later, the cemetery in s city.

Zhao Yiran went inside with a bunch of daisies. She had been there many times, and she remembered very well.

Five minutes later, she turned left, walked inside and stopped at the seventh tombstone.

On the black tombstone is the face of a 20-year-old boy, the year she met him.

She bent down to put down the bouquet, took out a bottle of wine from her bag, filled two cups, one fell in front of the tombstone, and the other drank by herself.

"Xiao Yi, I've been afraid to say goodbye to you. I've been cheating myself that you're still alive. But after seven years, I know that I can't be so naive any more. It's like what you said at that time. You think you are sick and need to be treated. " She said, taking a breath, "I also think it's a disease. It's going to be cured, so this is probably the last time I'll come to see you. But don't worry, I always remember you. I remember the moment when you sat next to me and took a note from my hand and said you would answer the question. If there is a next life, I don't want to like you. It's too tired to like someone, and it's even more tired to like someone who doesn't like myself. " She finished her last sip of wine and said, "I went to find Ning Huan today and apologized to her. I owe her a lot of sorry for all these years. You used to ask me to apologize to her, but I don't want to. Now I do. Unfortunately, you can't see it. She's having a good time, isn't sheAs always good-looking, or dancing her favorite ballet. Oh, by the way, she married Shen sanshao of a city. You may not know Shen sanshao, but he is really a good husband, at least Ning Huan's. You should be at ease, too. She's doing well. "

Said, Zhao Yiran could not help but take a breath: "I am also very good, I decided to like others, do not want to like you, like you, it is too tired."

When the wind came, Zhao Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at the boy on the tombstone: "Xiao Yi, goodbye."

With that, she turned around and walked out step by step without looking back.

There are not many people coming to the cemetery on weekdays. When they bump into people, Zhao Yiran is a little surprised.

When she saw the visitor, she was stunned: "are you -"

"Zhao Yiran?"

She nodded, "Gu Lincheng."

"Did you come to see Xiao Yi again?"

"Well, but I won't come again. I have something else to do. I'll go first. "

Zhao Yiran said, side body, directly and Gu Lincheng pass.

Gu Lincheng looked at Zhao Yiran's back for a long time before he continued to move forward.

After going out, Zhao Yiran couldn't help looking back.

Gu Lincheng is standing in front of Xiao Yi's tombstone. She suddenly smiles and raises her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. This time, she really doesn't look back.

It turns out that she is not the only one who can't forget, so Xiaoyi, goodbye. No more. No more.