The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 18

    He Zhishu pushed the man away from him, staring at the boundless darkness with his eyes wide open. He even calmed down his breathing, and waited for the suffocating feeling to pass slowly.

    At the beginning, it was clearly said to be together forever, and they were the best people who met each other at the best age. He Zhishu showed some sudden smiles. He remembered many small and trivial things, and remembered very firmly, because it was every little thing that spelled happiness.

    When Jiang Wenxu was in school, he was cool and dragged in front of outsiders. In fact, he was extremely naive. When I was young, I would greet the cat in the grass enthusiastically: "Little book, little book, look at it! Lizard!"; I would also change the way to bring delicious food to He Zhishu every day, and often fight for He Zhishu. , I often scare those little girls who like He Zhishu. Later, Jiang Wenxu came out and was frustrated by stumbling. He accompanies the big money on the northeast side to drink. If he can't drink, he has to drink. When he gets drunk, he cried with He Zhishu and said that he didn't have a good life.

    It's enough to have me in this life, isn't it all agreed? He Zhishu couldn't help it anymore, crying like a child with the back of his hands on his eyes. He Zhishu really missed the splendid and finely divided pear blossoms in the Second Middle School. Before and after the flowering period, he would pick up a small pocket every time after school, holding a small handful and blowing Jiang Wenxu's face. One of the most romantic and daring things the two have done is that under the pear tree, the campus during the holidays is empty. Jiang Wenxu held He Zhishu in a long-lasting kiss full of youthful love.

    But what does that mean? The once scorching and simple love passed away in a long time, and was beaten back to its original form by the desire to feast, and there was nothing to comfort me.

    I still have the strength. If I can love you a little more, I will love you a little more. From now on, you will be yourself. The people around me are too self-willed to stay for a while. He Zhishu got up with difficulty, and gently tightened the quilt for Jiang Wenxu. The small dimples that should be filled with nectar were soggy and bitter with tears. He Zhishu turned his back, bit his fingers and did not choke.

    It was late in winter, and He Zhishu watched the sky light up little by little, the cold light through the thin gauze curtain, cold and terrible. This year is a cold winter. If you can build another snowman with Jiang Wenxu, the snowman will be slowly transformed, and his traces will stay longer in Jiang Wenxu's winter.

    He Zhishu got up and staggered to take a shower, his body was thin, and the traces of lust were densely covered all over his body, and he looked a little dirty and a little pitiful.

    He Zhishu knows that he has nothing to do with him, and he has no effort to make trouble. It has become a habit to love this man. He Zhishu's eyebrows became tighter as he lay down on the edge of the cold white marble bath and pointed out the man's things with his hands. It can't be like this anymore.

    He Zhishu took medicine to make breakfast. Jiang Wenxu drank a lot last night. He Zhishu cooked millet porridge for him to nourish his stomach. The porridge was already cooked and stuffed in the pot. He Zhishu sat on the small sofa and looked at it intently.

    It was too early when Jiang Wenxu woke up, and his hair was a little exploded in sleep, rubbing against He Zhishu and acting like a baby. He was much stronger than He Zhishu, and he held He Zhishu in his arms in a circle.

    "Tomorrow, I will be on a business trip. It will take half a month to come back."

    He Zhishu's hand paused after turning the book: "I see." If he is not there, it would be more convenient to go to the hospital by himself.

    "Go by yourself?" He Zhishu broke away from Jiang Wenxu's arms and went to the kitchen to serve porridge.

    Jiang Wenxu was stunned: "A few backbones and assistants."

    He Zhishu hummed, and didn't care too much, and served Jiang Wenxu with gruel: "Don't bully the kid too much. If Assistant Song is too busy, you can take him on a business trip. . "

    Jiangwen Xu took the spoon spur of the moment, did not think about:." is not a Xiao Song, the new assistant, Academy of Art graduate, and take him to France to play a rookie designer familiar "

    He Zhishu laughed: "Do I know?"

    "It's strange that you can meet newcomers in the company, let alone graduated from this kind of intoxication..." Jiang Wenxu suddenly shut up and concentrated on eating.

    He Zhishu's heart suddenly felt cold, and the child who had just graduated got into such a high position under Jiang Wenxu's hands, and his wrists were not hard.

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