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Su Mo dragged the suitcase and looked back again at the place full of all the beautiful memories. After standing for a long time, she resolutely turned around and went out.

Before we got to the door, there was a quick knock on the door.

Su Mo's heart suddenly missed a beat, his chest suffocated inexplicably, and even held his breath unconsciously.

The knock on the door was obviously powerful and urgent. Su Mo was flustered and could not think. However, that certain possibility, the figure of that person seems to have jumped out.

Step by step, slowly approaching the door.

She lifted her hand, touched the doorknob, and pressed hard --

"ink --"

Su Mo was quickly carried into the arms with the wind and dust outside, and her strong and strong embrace almost strangled her. The call, full of affection, rushed into the center of her ears like that -

but it was not the mellow voice she wanted to hear, nor the familiar embrace she wanted, nor the breath of the person she was familiar with.

"Extraordinary?"

"You make me easy to find! Why leave? "

Mu extraordinary does not let go of holding her, in her ear almost some question her tone.

Su Mo's heart heavy sigh, put up his disappointment, "I'm going back."

Mu extraordinary this just slightly loosen her, also saw the trunk behind her, at the same time quickly swept all the room, this just double eyes to her eyes.

"Let's go back. My parents are very anxious. "

A trace of coldness flashed in Su Mo Mo's eyes. He always mentioned her parents!

"Let's go." Su Mo Mo turned to pull his suitcase, but he took it and went out together.

Did not turn back, also does not allow her to turn back Mu extraordinary, tightly led her hand to leave the seaside cottage.

Five minutes after they disappeared, a car quickly stopped not far from the hut. Open the door, the man with a hat, crutches at his feet, and he is a little bit impatient to walk towards the direction of the hut. And the woman behind him is worried, quickly forward, caressing him, go to that together.

The cottage is locked. At that moment, Tang Mohan's eyes quickly darkened, and his face was a little pale. At the moment, he was even more ugly, and his face was infected with some complex pain.

"She's gone."

Behind her is Zhuo pinsu, who is not at ease accompanying her. Looking at the locked door, she is also disappointed for Tang Mohan. In spite of the doctor's objection and his own injuries, he rushed out of the hospital. He didn't sleep well all night, but he was still deserted.

"Mo Han, go back. Your body matters. "

Zhuo pinsu persuades him that he has not recovered completely. He can't hurt himself like this.

Tang Mohan did not agree, but went straight up to the top of the difficulty. Every time he lifted his feet, he struggled. Took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.

There was no trace of her in the empty room, but he seemed to feel her temperature and breath floating in the air.

Step by step, the dark eyes seem to touch every inch of her once stayed. All of a sudden, a white shadow flashed through the window under the potted plants.

He walked over quickly, regardless of his legs. A piece of white paper is inserted in the potted soil because it is folded into a paper crane and stands in the pot soil.

He pulled out the paper crane and rubbed it gently for a long time before he took it apart.

The next moment, reflected in the eyes of the picture on the paper, eyes burning hot general feeling immediately hit, Tang Mo cold heart mouth seems to have been invisible hand tightly grasp, heartache.

Trembling hands, a piece of paper with creases unfolded flat, and on the paper, is a side face of his sketch. With each stroke, it can be seen that the person who uses the pen knows him like the palm of his hand, even if he is not in front of him, it is also so familiar, and - missing.

In the lower right corner of the sketch is a row of small characters: "when you are in a meeting, what you think is your serious appearance."

I can see that this sketch should have been drawn by her in those two years. She missed him.

Tang Mohan's heart surged with an uncontrollable bitterness. In an instant, he, a man who had never been defeated, was like a very fragile child, and he stuck the sketch paper tightly to his chest, and his eyes became moist after all.

How much love, will let this invincible man unexpectedly also so fragile let a person heartache unbearable?

Zhuo pinsu did not stop his own sadness, but quietly turned around and walked out of the room without disturbing his love at the moment.

After a long time, Zhuo pinsu slowly walked in from the outside of the house. However, at the moment, Tang Mohan is sitting on the ground, surrounded by pieces of folded or tiled drawing paper, scattered around him.

At this time, Tang Mohan also has a piece, clean without any creases, and his black eyes are full of painful attachment.

"This is her birthday present - one every year..."Tang Mohan stretched out his finger and described her appearance on the painting paper in his hand.

"It was when I was eighty." His hoarse voice is a little heavy, this is her own portrait, is still in the lower right corner, a line of small words: "happy 80th birthday, I hope you think of me like this."

Zhuo pinsu slowly approached him and picked up a large number of drawing paper beside him. There were all kinds of Tang Mohan on them, smiling, frowning, calm or happy. Each one of them was his most clear appearance, which was exactly the same. Every one can see Su Mo's pen and emotion.

But a few near him are su Mo Mo's self portraits. On her delicate and beautiful facial features, those beautiful eyes that always make people unable to move their eyes, and the flow of their eyes is a feeling that she can't express.

"Susu, let's divorce."

Zhuo pinsu didn't smile, nod and agree.

"At the age of eighty, I didn't want to keep such a piece of paper to regret and recall." Even if he has how successful, even if he is successful and high, but what? He thought that he would never leave with regret like that. You can't die in peace.

After carefully picking up the drawing paper, Tang Mohan got up with the help of Zhuo pinsu. He took a deep look at Zhuo pinsu and said, "Susu, thank you."

"I thank you."

It was his help then, and now it's her turn to help. "I hope I can help you one last time."

At least, for Tang Mohan, the divorce matter, she hopes to minimize the harm.

He understood what she thought in her heart, didn't say much, and the eye contact was clear.

"Wronged you."

"It's nothing. We'll be cleared."

Zhuo pinsu has a relaxed smile and hopes that everything will develop in a good direction.

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