Priceless Cute Wife:President's 33 Days of Love

For a long time, Chu Shixiu said, "I don't think it will be Ai Ai any more. You are the first one to find me."

His voice is fresh and elegant, as before, with all the memories surging in, simply annihilating all.

Every time, when he was sad, he would stay in the piano room alone.

That's how I grew up.

Unexpectedly, this time... Is still the same.

Gu Xiaoai opens his mouth, but only tears fall.

That kind of vibration takes more than six years, nearly seven years

Gu Xiaoai couldn't control himself. His hands trembled slightly and covered his face. Slowly, he squatted down and stepped on the thin mosaic wood floor, crying

……

Chu Shixiu didn't come to help her. He still stood there quietly, Tears washed the brown eyes.

About Gu Xiaoai, Chu Shixiu exhausted all his love and tears.

He hated and changed, but he couldn't do anything about her

A sparse tree, a white balcony, a piano, two tearful people.

Six years is a number that two people need to adapt to.

It's too long.

It's a little scary.

For a long time, Chu Shixiu just stepped forward to her, "don't cry."

Gu Xiaoai squatted there. If there was a voice like nothing floating out of his lips, "ah Xiu..."

A word that is light enough to be blown away by the wind.

She lowered her head and looked down on his legs. She couldn't see the man standing there crying.

Nine years later.

Another six years later.

The time they spent together was so short in retrospect that there was no memory left.

Time is too strong, and their memories are as small as dust.

"Do you want to hear me play the piano?"

Chu Shixiu asked, turned to the piano and sat down gracefully.

He played a piece of Chopin.

Memories are reversed.

Gu Xiaoai looks at his figure, tears fall more absurd.

The trees, the fairy sticks, the balconies and the games that we played together in our childhood all appeared in front of Gu Xiaoai's eyes at this moment.

Chu Shixiu continued to play, and the low sound of the piano swam around, carrying all the sadness.

……

His piano sound, his voice, suddenly reappeared in her ear.

"Do you still... Hate me?"

At the end of a piano piece, Chu Shixiu's gentle voice came into her ears.

Gu Xiaoai squatted there, his fingertips trembling.

Between them, it's not a reunion of old friends.

Between them, after so many years, they couldn't even ask, "how are you doing?".

Between them, what they can ask is "do you still hate me?".

……

She did not answer.

After a long time, she got up slowly from the ground, and her legs were numb and stiff.

After wiping away his tears, Gu Xiaoai looked at him, and then he saw his facial features. After years of maturity, his black short hair was no longer dyed into the warm flax color. His face was gentle and calm, and his eyes had no luster and the color of dead ash.

At the moment when she looked at him, Chu Shixiu sat in front of the piano, tears fell down again, and his white face

He looked at her deeply, the wind blowing, he said, "I have been lingering greedy breath."

“……”

"If I don't see you, I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of recalling your unhappy memories. Ai Ai... "The last two words came out from Chu Shixiu's lips." why did you turn back just now? "