Chapter 1677

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Yang Zimei tore a piece of clothing and asked her grandmother to come over and mend it. She said it was her favorite dress. She wanted to sew it up and go out to meet her friends.

Zeng Hui was still entangled in the matter of Rong he. When she heard Yang Zimei say this, she put all these worries down and brought her sewing box.

After she stepped through the door, Ronghe looked at her quietly behind the tree.

Because I've seen photos before, now I see Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I've been psychologically prepared for that. I don't have much strangeness when I see a real person who has grown old.

Looking at her gray hair, after the vicissitudes of life's face, no longer smart pupil eyes, Rong he has a kind of feeling as if separated from the world.

The heart didn't beat as violently as I imagined.

He looked at Zeng Hui quietly. He watched her walk up to Yang Zimei, picked up her clothes, sat down, and lowered her head to thread needles.

In the past, she sewed and mended for him.

At that time, see her head down to focus on the thread, feel that it is the most beautiful scenery in the world, how to see not tired.

Therefore, he often like Yang Zimei, deliberately tear the clothes, and then let her help mend.

And she loved it.

Now, she is not the young and beautiful girl of that day.

However, the way she lowered her head and threaded the needle, in his eyes, was still so quiet and beautiful.

"Huihui --"

Ronghe couldn't help but come out and gave a low cry.

Zeng Hui's hand shook, and the needle went into her finger. Ouch, she cried.

Rong and see in the eyes, the heart also a pain.

It was as if the needle had stabbed him in the heart.

"Does it hurt?"

He squatted in front of Zeng Hui, who was still stunned. He looked at her and asked in a soft voice.

Zeng Hui was staring at him in front of him --

his heart stopped beating, his breath stagnated, and his mind was blank.

He was not the young man he used to be, but she recognized him at once.

His all, in her heart has been deeply engraved, even with more resentment, but also can not cover him.

"Huihui, it's me, Ronghe."

Ronghe reached out to grab her hand, which had been roughened by long-term labor, and put the needle stabbed finger into her warm mouth, as if in her childhood.

The long lost feeling, like electric shock, made Zeng Hui's body slightly stiff.

To the eye light of upper Rong he, her body vibrated, and she quickly took out her hand from his mouth. Huo stood up and tried to escape in panic.

Where would Ronghe let her escape?

He took her hand and called in a quick voice, "Huihui, don't go!"

Zeng Hui's body was slightly stunned again. Her steps were a bit disordered, and she stretched out her hand to cover her face.

She never wanted to look him in the eye.

And don't want him to see himself.

"Huihui --"

Ronghe yelled in a hoarse voice, "stop and talk to me, OK?"

"We don't have much to talk about anymore. Ronghe, let go

Zeng Hui tried hard to get rid of his hand.

Ronghe is not willing to relax!

He just grabbed it like that.

It took more than 40 years to find her and hold her hand.

This time, however, he didn't want to let go.

Even if she has no feelings for him, he would like to talk with her more, give himself a chance to explain, let her untie the knot.

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