The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 01

    It snowed when he came out of the hospital, and the icy snowflakes caught the cold wind on He Zhishu's face. Only then did he dullly realize that it seemed that winter had come again.

    It's really cold in Beijing in winter. He Zhishu sorted out his scarf casually, and twisted a few crumpled test sheets that he had rubbed in his hand. The heart is colder.

    He waited under the card for the bus that he didn't know when it would be available, his fingers were blue and white, he took out his mobile phone and dialed proficiently, and then dialed again and again when no one answered the phone automatically. No one answered in the end.

    He Zhishu crumpled the pieces of paper and left them in the trash can.

    After more than half an hour, the bus finally arrived. There were very few people on the bus. He Zhishu put his forehead on the glass window and dialed the phone again. Someone picked it up this time.

    "It's snowing today, and it's winter." It's been fourteen years. He Zhishu's voice was gentle and gentle, but his tears couldn't stop his face.

    Jiang Wenxu made a silent gesture to Xiao Qing'er next to him, feeling that He Zhishu's words all day long like mumbling is really annoying: "Is there something? I'm working overtime."

    "Will you come back to eat at night? You haven't been home for a long time. He Zhishu over and over again rubbed the plain silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand, watching the tears drip on the back of his hand.

    Jiang Wenxu thinks He Zhishu is weird today. This is intuition. After all, they have been together for 14 years: "What's wrong with you?"

    He Zhishu didn't answer, but asked patiently: "Will you come back tonight? It's snowing." It's time to eat dumplings, I'll make them for you."

    "Really can't come back," Jiang Wenxu began to be a little irritable, and He Zhishu's unsalty tone and attitude made his appetite: "Don't pack yourself, I will let him Xiao Song will give you a copy, I'll hang up and be busy."

    He Zhishu listened to the busy tone of the mobile phone, and his heart ached too much. He stiffly put the mobile phone in his pocket as if he was pressed the slow-forward button. inside.

    How come a company is so busy that even the boss has no time to go home for dinner?

    There is someone outside Jiang Wenxu, how could he not know?

    Four years ago, Jiang Wenxu's heart was wild, and how could he be as sensitive and intelligent as He Zhishu and be ignorant. It's just that He Zhishu always keeps one eye open. He doesn't care, doesn't he dare to say, but he is afraid that once he finds it out, he won't even have any prosperity on his face. It was not the so-called love of hormonal over-impulsiveness in his youth, it was his dedication and habit for more than ten years. How can tolerance fail?

    He Zhishu lied to himself. He could not smell the perfume of women on Jiang Wenxu's body, could not see the lipstick mark on the collar of Jiang Wenxu's suit shirt, and could not see through the lame excuse that his favorite man was not at home.

    They used to love each other so much, why are they now like this? They obviously survived the hard time of the first few years of hard work.

    When he arrived, He Zhishu got out of the car, still the gentle and unassuming man. His eyes are a little red and his face is too pale.

    He didn't buy groceries, and now He Zhishu has no appetite. He has worked so hard today begging Jiang Wenxu to go home...because He Zhishu really doesn't know whether he can have dumplings with Jiang Wenxu on the first snowy night next year.

    Assistant Song arrived very quickly. The man in the suit seemed to have just come out of the company, handing the food box and shouting respectfully to Mr. He.

    He Zhishu waved his hand embarrassedly: "In the future, just deal with the company's affairs. Don't be squeezed by Jiang Wenxu every day to do these errands."

    Assistant Song laughed: "The assistant is where there is work to do, hard work. Some can't hold back the high salary", he chatted with He Zhishu casually and left.

    After Assistant Song left, He Zhishu sat motionless on the round table guarding a small box of dumplings.

    There were two people around this table in the first 13 years. The table was full of flour and fillings ten years ago. Jiang Wenxu accompanies him to pack, and he packs a lot of candy coins childishly. He always complains that the blessed ones are all caught by He Zhishu. Not anymore.

    He Zhishu was accustomed to taking a tissue from the side and wiping the frequent nosebleeds. He Zhishu finally understood why he got such an illness. Didn't his blessing be given to Jiang Wenxu long ago? He brought every dumpling with blessing to Jiang Wenxu silently. So he has no luck at all.

    He only ate four of the box of dumplings. Four seasons are safe. Four is enough. He Zhishu thought in a daze. He had a low fever, and his emotional low pressure made him very tired. It would be fine to sleep. The heartache will be crushed for long-term