Bai Fumei in the '70s

Chapter 121

Zhao Lanxiang got on the bus to the tram station. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the traces of grief on her face.

The familiar scenery regressed all the way until it turned into a scenery unfamiliar to her.

Jiang Jianjun handed Zhao Lanxiang a pot of water, but Zhao Lanxiang did not take it.

He lowered his face, his cold brows raised slightly, and said, "If you continue to be like this, I can't guarantee that I won't trouble him in the future."

She looked down at the window with her head down, and suddenly the tram passed a corner, and there was rushed jingles of a bicycle bell.

The tram braked unexpectedly. The powerful inertia caused the passengers in the tram to knock to varying degrees. The people in the tram complained.

"What the hell!"

"Master, you can't just take your eyes off the road! What should I do if my child falls?" (MTL says "Master, you can drive your eyes away.")

"Just..."

Zhao Lanxiang inadvertently cast her gaze outside the tram, and she was shocked, her whole body sat upright. She saw the grey figure outside the tram. The man dropped the bicycle and walked past the side of the tram. Under her watch, he knocked on the door.

The driver scolded him for being neurotic, but he still opened the door.

He strode into the tram, striding meteorically and walked in front of her. His eyes were dark like a vortex, covered with haze.

He Songbai asked her one word, "Why?"

The voice was thick and rough, and with heavy breathing after a violent exercise, he was so red-eyed, as if a child who was wronged terribly, staring at her.

This is the man she loves most, and the last thing she wishes to see is his aggrieved state.

Zhao Lanxiang's heart seemed to be squeezed hard, and before she could speak, He Songbai pulled her hard.

He said, "Go home with me."

He dashed outside, squeezing her wrist with the palm of his hand, so hard it could break her bones.

When they got out of the tram, He Songbai pursed his lips in silence, his lips thinned in a line. He couldn't stop wiping the sweat that had oozed from his forehead with his sleeves.

Zhao Lanxiang noticed his blood-soaked trousers, her heart was dull and painful, "I told you not to come, yet you still came."

He Songbai took out the wrinkled flower in his arms and handed it to her.

"This is the first flower I saw on the way to the pig farm."

The flower he was holding was already scarred, and it was so crumpled that one could not see the original look, as if it had been hit hard by the wind and frost.

Zhao Lanxiang touched it and ripped off its most complete petal.

He squeezed out a smile, and the breezy tone seemed to be a good morning to her every ordinary morning.

"I haven't sent you flowers this year... I will always give you."

"You like it so much."

Gu Huaijin also returned from the city. After returning to the bullpen, he started to pack up his own things. He stayed here for a long time after all. Because the hat on his head will be taken off soon, and he will leave here after the grievances have been eluted.