The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 74

Jiang Wenxugen didn't dare to tear his face with Li Zekun. He had nothing to do but wait. The more you forbear, the more you hate yourself, and hate yourself is useless.

    The most painful thing is that you work hard but you can't do anything, but you give but you only touch yourself.

    Jiang Wenxu didn't know how he got out of that door in the end, because his whole limbs were stiff and numb because of lack of oxygen. Jiang Wenxu took a deep breath, and the cold air finally made him sober.

    When I went back, there were fragile snowflakes outside. Jiang Wenxu lowered the car window slightly and stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the snow melted as soon as it fell on the palm of his hand. When Jiang Wenxu retracted his hand, there was only a small pool of cold water marks in the palm of his hand.

    "Have you read the weather forecast?" Jiang Wenxu asked abruptly from the back seat.

    Assistant Song was also stunned and then replied: "The weather forecast said there was no snow today, but it was cold and cold when I got up in the morning, and I thought it might snow. It really

    fell ." Jiang Wenxu gave a faint hmm, and passed it again. It took nearly half a minute to speak again: "...the last time you saw He Zhishu was also Xuetian?"

    Assistant Song didn't forget, he went to give He Zhishu dumplings. He remembered it very clearly, because He Zhishu's eye—the gray and shattered eyes instantly after seeing the box of dumplings, made it hard for people to look at it more.

    "Well, the snow was bigger than today."

    The man in the back seat suddenly fell silent. Assistant Song was too curious. He secretly glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the usually cold and strong man lighting a cigarette, but his hands were shaking. It took ten seconds to ignite when it was too strong.

    The white smoke gradually rose, covering up the complex emotions rolling up in Jiang Wenxu's eyebrows. He let out a sigh of relief, looked at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger outside the car window, and asked in a daze, "Is it too bad for He Zhishu?"

    Assistant Song has a lot of things in his eyes. For example, Jiang Wenxu obviously took his lover out, and He Zhishu's call was just an understatement of being busy at the company, such as the many men and women he helped Jiang Wenxu take over. But he has no stand to say, and it is not his turn to judge.

    So Assistant Song just said slowly: "You and Mr. He have a very good relationship at the beginning."

    Only, at the beginning.

    Jiang Wenxu knows everything, he himself knows that there is no need to ask this sentence, he is sorry for He Zhishu, anyone with eyes can see it. Jing Wen said that he did not love him, Ai Ziyu said that he was unworthy, and even Li Zekun could use intoxication to humiliate himself. These words are not unfounded, because all the wrong things are done by themselves.

    He came to this situation step by step by himself. No one can blame it, he was wrong from the beginning.

    The cruelty of reality lies in the fact that many things don't know how important it is to you until you miss it, but it is often too late to realize it.

    Jiang Wenxu looked out the window and looked at the passing streets and scenery, his eyes suddenly condensed on a street. He crushed the cigarette butt with his fingers like masochism, and his low voice was mixed with two points of fragility and sadness that were difficult to detect: "Stop."

    Assistant Song couldn't keep up with Jiang Wenxu's thinking, and only slowed down: "Jiang In

    short , the snow is getting bigger and bigger. I will see you feel uncomfortable at noon. I will send you home early." Jiang Wenxu insisted: "Park, I will go back by myself."

    Assistant Song had no choice but to pull over and park the car: " Mr. Jiang, then you should be careful and call me if you have anything to do."

    Jiang Wenxu nodded and walked away without saying a word.

    There are not many people walking on that street on weekdays, so the bad weather leaves Jiang Wenxu alone. The wind and snow on his face hurt like a knife cut, but Jiang Wenxu's face didn't have much expression.

    The white snow paved the ground, and Jiang Wenxu left a pair of shoe prints on the snow-white ground every step he took. Jiang Wenxu suddenly stopped. He turned around in a daze and looked back. What he saw was an empty street and a string of shoe prints belonging to only one person.

    Jiang Wenxu's lips opened slightly, and the faint trembling sound seemed to be pulled out in his heart. He called: "Zhishu...little book...where have you been? Brother...brother come and watch Xuelai with you. a. "

    no one responded to him, only the wind whistling in my ears to ring, this vast place in the world seems to only him alone.

    Jiang Wenxu's expression collapsed uncontrollably for a moment, and he was so distressed that he couldn't even breathe. The moment Jiang Wenxu fell softly did he realize that he was not just a simple heartache, but a heart attack.

    He didn't know how long he had been lying in the wind and snow with his eyes wide open. He didn't even count the medicine and threw it into his mouth and swallowed it. In the end, he got up by himself. Tell yourself over and over again, what can He Zhishu do if he gives up.

    It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when he returned home, and Jiang Wenxu was completely cold and had lost consciousness. But he still turned on all the lights before turning on the wine cabinet.

    Jiang Wenxu's drinking method is like death. He pours it into his stomach regardless of whether it is red or white, just like drinking tap water. His consciousness has been sober, and he has been suffering.

    The advantage of wine is that it warms the body. Jiang Wenxu lay on his back on the floor, his eyes dimmed, his lips kept moving silently, and his mouth was all-sorry...sorry...sorry...

    sorry for not always protecting you and loving you. I'm sorry you were not in my limited life. My only one, I'm sorry to even save you, I have to endure it... I'm sorry... I didn't know I could love you so much.

    Jiang Wenxu gently raised his hand, resting his hand on the fragile heart as comfortingly. With his head tilted, he faintly saw something glowing with silver cold light under the sofa. He knelt and crawled over almost subconsciously, his whole body pressed against the dusty floor that hadn't been dragged for a long time, and he straightened his arms to reach the little thing.

    Jiang Wenxu's tears were almost out of control, and he scratched his face in an instant. He was crying like a few years old, his facial expressions all collapsed, but there was no sound from his throat. It's really sad, sad to the point of silence.

    The ring in the palm of his hand was He Zhishu's ring, and the dark thing like rust on it rubbed Jiang Wenxu's hand. It was dried up blood.

    Jiang Wenxu pressed it tightly to his chest, his fingers trembling almost unable to hold a small ring. Jiang Wenxu suddenly raised his trembling right hand and slapped himself severely. He finally regained some sanity and tried his best to stabilize his hand and put the ring on his little finger.

    The two rings finally got together again after three years.

    He and He Zhishu seem to be together forever.

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