Chapter 660

Li Qingning looked back at Shen Xingchen, instantly red eyes, gently pulled up her hand, firmly grasped, and then pushed open the door and went in.

After hearing the movement at the door, he Jiawen raised his head subconsciously. When he saw her, he raised a pale and warm smile and said, "sister Qingning, what's the matter with you?"

After asking, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "it seems that the news of my death is spreading very fast."

His smile in the winter morning sun, looks with a pathetic taste, the sun to his chin a circle of blue beard plated with gold, still looks like a slightly vicissitudes of the British aristocracy.

"You're so young, you can't die." Li Qingning walked slowly to his bedside and said in a trembling voice.

He Jiawen looked at her with a smile and said: "unexpectedly, you are willing to take the initiative to see me. I thought you would never want to see me again in your life."

"Well, live in this world and see if I'll see you again."

Although he had a light smile on his face, his eyes were like two deep lakes, full of tenderness and some hard to find grief. He said softly, "I'm afraid I'll let you down."

This winter seems to be particularly long, cold, dry, the city's winter.

At this time, in the city's largest airport, the crowd is full of people going in all directions. They get together for a short time, and then rush to the next destination. There were cold female voices on the radio, and the news of each flight's departure or delay was being broadcast. Countless black lines of people lined up in front of the boarding pass changing window.

Brad looked down at the ticket in his hand, looked back and searched hard in the crowd, looked at it again and again, then lowered his head and laughed silently that he was too stupid. In this city, he is always an outsider, and probably no one will care about his going or staying.

But when he saw a figure like Li Qingning in the crowd, his heart still jumped up. He pushed aside the crowd and rushed towards the figure.

"Qingning..." he took the woman's arm and turned to see a strange face.

He apologized repeatedly. When he looked at the woman's back and left, his nose suddenly got sour. His handsome face looked lonely and vicissitudes under the light of the airport, which attracted the eyes of many girls. The crowd around him made him look more lonely. He lowered his head, shook his head helplessly, and then walked towards the security gate.

In the evening, when Li Qingning came home feebly, a Nan ran out to her, handed her a sky blue envelope and said, "sister Qingning, when I went to buy vegetables in the afternoon, I saw a man in beige long windbreaker put it in the mailbox at our door, but there was no signature, I'm worried about the bad letter... Or... "

Li Qingning, a little tired, took the envelope, which was written with a black signature pen: "to my love done", to the one I love? She opened the envelope with a flash of doubt in her eyes.

After unfolding the letter, the handsome and powerful font, like a little black ant, began to bite her heart.

"To Qingning, the love of my life, I think you should guess who I am, and I really don't have the courage to sign my name, just like I don't have the courage to appear in front of you and say goodbye to you. Qingning, please forgive me, since I came back here again, I have been quietly following your dynamic, I have done my most despised thing, choose to follow you. Later, I realized that my love for you has fallen into a very terrible morbid state. Fortunately, I finally realized it.

So you won't be surprised. I have witnessed most of the things you have experienced these days. To be honest, my dear, I am very shocked by the feelings between you and Lanqing, as well as your persistence and deep love for him. I suddenly realized that no matter what I do, I can't change your deep love for that man.

In fact, as long as you choose to come back here, I know that sooner or later, I will leave like the last time. I just don't want to face it and feel reluctant to... "

Li Qingning only felt the cold tide coming to her, and the unspeakable feeling surrounded her and made her sit on the sofa powerlessly.

"I saw you two kissing in the street. Looking at you and looking at him, I knew that I was so deep. Only this time, I have made a full determination to let you become a beautiful memory for me.

Qingning, please forgive me. When I saw the news of Lanqing, I didn't tell you in time. Forgive me for the trouble I caused you.

I'm leaving, though I'm still reluctant to leave you. I hope you and he can have happiness, God bless you

Li Qingning took a deep breath and calmly folded the letter. Then he went to the side of the aromatherapy candle on the tea table in the living room and lit a corner. She watched the letter slowly turn into a mass of ashes, together with the emotional entanglement between these years and this man, all buried in the deepest memory.

That night was a long dream that she had never experienced before. But also soft and warm, with a hot temperature, like in the deep winter wrapped in a quilt sitting in a very hot fireplace, so warm people do not want to wake up.

In the dream, Sisi stood at the head of her bed with a cup of hot milk. With a friendly smile on her face, she reached out a small hand and touched her face gently. Then she said, "Mom, don't leave me again, OK?"

In the dream, a Nan and Xiao Hong are also there. They take care of Xiao Sheng together, and he giggles.

It seems that Lin Bai and Feng Chi are not far away. Lin Bai has a big stomach with a soft smile on his face. Watching Feng Chi touch his stomach and keep talking to him, the picture looks so harmonious that people can't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

In the dream, time seems to suddenly enter the spring, everywhere is a comfortable warm color, like just cooked, emitting hot cappuccino, with the aroma of coffee beans after baking.

She looked up and saw that Lan Qing was sitting beside him by the head of the bed. He was also wearing a pair of black glasses. He looked like a polite scum. Of course, she didn't dare to say that to the cold faced devil. He was reading a book in his hand, with the other hand on top of her head. His fingers wrapped around her hair and gently rubbed it.

When he saw her wake up, he put a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, put down the book, held her up and put her on his lap, which was warm and intimate. Then Sisi jumped up with a smile and said, "Dad, I want to hold you, too."