Chapter 2.2
Shoushou suddenly raised her hand and poured a whole cup of coffee on him. Ji Nanfang didn't react for a while. The brown coffee dripped down his collar. She felt hysterical and out of control: “Why? Why do you say that? Is it because she loves you that you trample on her like this? She loves you sincerely, not because of who you are and how much money you have, but why do you just say that? Do you know what love is? Do you know what it's like to love someone? "Her eyes were full of warmth in the yingying candlelight: “She didn't do anything wrong, she was just like that because she loved you, so she was more humble than you, smaller than you, despised by you, picked up by you, and not cherished by you...” Speaking of this, she suddenly lowered her head quickly, and after a few seconds, she raised her face again: “I'm sorry, third brother, I'll go first. ”
Without waiting for him to say anything, she was so panic-stricken that she almost ran away, grabbed her handbag and left in a hurry.
She rarely called him third brother. When she was very young, she wanted to eat chocolate, but she was changing her teeth and her family did not allow her so she stand in front of the candy jar. After watching for a while, she really wanted to eat it, and finally called him timidly: "Third brother...”
At that time, he seemed to ”snorted“, and grabbed two pieces of chocolate for her with some disdain: "Don't say I gave it to you. ”
In his memory, she has always been a little girl, following Ye Shenkuan, Ye Shenrong and herself, like a small tail, annoying and annoying them. Because she is a child, it is extremely troublesome to take care of her.
When did the little girl grow up and become more troublesome than before?
He chased her out, she walked very fast and walked away quickly. He felt that something was wrong. He couldn’t be bothered about his car, so he quickly caught up, and finally grabbed her arm: “Lass! ”
She seemed to be taken aback, and when she turned around, she burst into tears.
He was also taken aback, because in his memory, although she was a child, she was not pretentious. On the contrary, she had a kind of stubborn stubbornness. Since she was a child, he hadn't seen her cry a few times.
“Shoushou” he asked, “What happened? ”
The corners of her mouth moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything, just stood there, weeping silently. They were standing next to the bustling street, and every passing car light was like a meteor. There were so many and so dense. They could be seen through the blurred tears. They had five faces and six strange lights. It was like a river, a river of lights and shadows. And she couldn't do anything but shed tears, and there was nothing she could do too
The person she loves has gone regardless, and she will never be back in this life.
He was so arrogant and ruthless, that he abruptly pulled away from her hand: “Ye Shanshou, I don't like you anymore! Can you stop pestering me? ”
She didn't do anything wrong, because of him, she was more humble than him, smaller than him, despised by him, picked up by him, and not cherished by him.……
She was full of joy, thinking that she had met the person who she had waited her whole life for, but that person overthrew her to the ground with one move. If he had never loved her, why did he treat her so well, give her hope, and give her promises, but at the last moment, he turned his face unfeelingly Left her alone, alone, in this city, in this world and never care about her anymore?
She cried like a child, choking her breath, she couldn't even breathe, she just cried loudly, in this crowded street. She has been taught since she was a child that children should respect and love themselves, no matter any occasion or situation, especially not to a gaffe in public. But she couldn't stand it, she really couldn't stand it. The first time she was alone, like a child, she tasted the sweetness of sugar for the first time, but after a while, he was taken away from her life. He actually left her, leaving her so cruelly.
