Only you can be my wife

Twenty hours later.

Lu Xiaoran came out of the airport and took a taxi all the way to a place.

At this time, he stood outside the white iron door, feeling a little heavy.

This place, he finally came.

Although before he, so clearly said that he would not come.

But now, he stood outside the room where Meng Ziyu left Liang Qingqian and asked her to give him the address, as if everything was not true.

This place, some remote, but the scenery is good, surrounded by lush trees, there are many flowers and plants downstairs.

The iron door was not closed tightly, leaving a small gap. Lu Xiaoran did not think much about why the door was not closed, so that other people would come in at will.

He looked at the door for a long time, and finally took a deep breath. Then he lifted his hand and pushed it open

Before he stepped in, he couldn't help being stunned there.

This kind of house is a few rooms, but what he sees is a super large whole room, which has been decorated, not ordinary decoration. From a distance, it looks like a small gallery.

However, none of his paintings were hung on the wall. Instead, they were all placed on easels, covered with canvases.

The room is spotless and should be cleaned by someone.

He breathed softly, and then he stepped in.

As soon as I entered the door, a brisk female voice suddenly rang --

"welcome to Xiaoran's home."

Lu Xiaoran a Leng, some can't believe the big eyes.

Although he wanted to forget the voice, he could hear it all at once. It was Meng Ziyu's voice.

But, isn't Meng Ziyu in? Why would he hear her voice?

After a while, he looked at the source of the sound, and then he knew it again.

It's a sensor on the door.

I think it was Meng Ziyu who made it himself.

The voice, light and with a trace of sweet, as if this is really his home, also like her home.

Lu Xiaoran pursed his lips and pressed down the complexity in his heart. He walked through the easels on both sides of the room one by one. He found that there was a small card on each side of the room with a brief description on it.

Waiting for the dawn. A bleak desire. Lu Xiaoran clenched his fist, and then opened the canvas. What caught his eye was the painting he drew when he first came here. Inside, a black cat was curled up in the corner, and the big tree next to it could only see the outline, but it was a black ball. When the wind blows, it rolls up a lot of rubbish, but the cat is still, just looking at the light in the distance.

The cat inside, it's him.

Many years later, when he saw such a painting again, his heart was really touched. Although I still feel the despair and pain at the beginning, it seems that it is not as strong as before.

When you go to the next drawing board, there is no such explanation outside the column.

Desire. The voice of Xiao Ran's heart.

Struggle. The present situation of Xiao ran.

-- a prisoner of hesitation. Love him, my Xiao ran.

…… More than half of the way, some, he opened the canvas, some did not.

But when he came to a card with the words "bleak home - his hope and future", he stopped.

Under the canvas, he really painted it when he was still in China. In his opinion, the painting is somewhat green and immature, but the color inside is so bright, which really represents his heart at that time.

Sunshine, grass, flowers and the house which looks simple but has a strong smell of home. In the garden, there are children playing. At the door of the house, there is a figure of a woman

At that time, his painting skills may not be perfect, but in his opinion, he liked it the most.

After reading it for a long time, he reached out to take the card. He didn't dare to exert too much force. He was afraid that the piece of paper would be broken.

The card has been yellowing for a long time, but the handwriting on it is clear, so that he can see it at a glance. It is Meng Ziyu's handwriting.

Some of the paintings in this room have not been seen. But just look at those, there are a few pairs that were once torn by him, and then she found them all, and then they were glued together by a specially assigned person. If you don't look closely, maybe you can't find it.

In fact, she did a lot of things for him. If you don't say that thing, everything, which can't tell that she loves him? If she didn't love, would she do this?

For a moment, there was an indescribable sense of complexity in his mind. Hate her, but do not seem to hate her like that.

Ah -

he laughed powerlessly, thinking that human beings are really contradictory animals.

He hung the card back where it had just been. When he let it go, he stopped, and then he took the card and turned it over. Sure enough, there are words behind it - Xiao Ran's first work, perhaps just his first work I saw. But it doesn't matter. I like it very much. I know that this is Xiao Ran's hope and dream. In the future, I will love him well and love him as always. I believe that one day, he will fall in love with me. reachWhen, I can give him such a home, so that he will never be lonely. I hope one day, when he sees this card, he has already fallen in love with me. Well, I love him ^

because the card is not big, the words are very small.

Lu Xiaoran looked at it for a long time.

She loves him, and he always knows. She wanted to give him a home, and they almost made it. But Does he really love her?

He doesn't know.

Maybe it's love, even if I didn't love it before, but it may be a long-term love. Maybe he really doesn't love her, so he can say at the beginning that she can go whenever she wants to. And when she left, he didn't keep her

Between him and her, if we talk about it in detail, he can't say clearly whether she owes him or he owes her

The only thing he could know was that, at this moment, the previous hatred and disappointment towards her seemed to fade away. In his heart, there is a trace of pity for her, but more, it is a quiet, never quiet.

As soon as he looked up, he could see the sun; as soon as he reached out, he could really embrace hope.

“Hey！ Whoareyouandwhatareyoudoingherenow？”

Lu Xiaoran turned her head and saw a girl with long black hair standing at the door, looking at him with vigilance. In her hand, she also carried a bamboo basket with blue and colorful flowers in it.

She has a pair of big eyes, a small nose and a beautiful mouth. More importantly, she looks like an Asian.

"Hi, I" mmiss Meng "sfriend." the girl gazed at the landing again, and then she said, "you are Lu Xiaoran? "

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