The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 80

    Jiang Wenxu was stunned for a while, until the cigarette butt burned his finger, he jerked back. He got up suddenly, and the legs of the chair he brought made a loud noise from the wooden floor.

    "Jiang Wenxu? Jiang Wenxu! What's wrong with you?" Zhang Jingwen was a little anxious. He saw Jiang Wenxu's state in his eyes, fearing that he could not stand the slightest stimulus from the outside world.

    Jiang Wenxu hung up the phone and hung up. His hand holding the jacket became unstable. He was still dizzy and walked a few steps outside the office. When he reacted, he ran in embarrassment.

    Assistant Song was in the office persuading the obviously grumpy Akita puppy to obey, but the door was opened by the boss.

    "Drive me to the airport and ask me about the latest flight to Hangzhou." Jiang Wenxu's voice was calm and calm, but there was a tremor that was hard to conceal.

    "Now?" Assistant Song was taken aback and asked reflexively. He felt it suddenly, but he understood that he couldn't ask more, so he hugged the dog: "Mr. Jiang, then I will take it to the girl at the front desk."

    When he was sitting in the car, Jiang Wenxu realized that his heart was hanging too tight. , Cold hands and feet are not like living people. I am afraid, Jiang Wenxu knows it well.

    A good person, the operation was successful, but the result was nothing... What about He Zhishu?

    It's not that Zhang Jingwen hadn't told him that He Zhishu's illness was dragged down to the point where the bone marrow was useless. But Jiang Wenxu never listened to it. He was willing to deceive himself and others not to believe that He Zhishu might die. Jiang Wenxu himself found it ridiculous. Where did he come from where he felt confident that He Zhishu would heal his illness soon and then make peace with himself?

    Only now did Jiang Wenxu vaguely have a terrible idea-he may really lose He Zhishu, the kind of loss forever.

    "Mr. Jiang, I called and asked. The earliest flight today will be 8:30 in the evening." Assistant Song adjusted the Bluetooth headset: "I'm looking for someone to book it for you now?"

    Jiang Wenxu looked at the gloomy weather outside the car window and let out a low hmm. He must go and take a look at He Zhishu, just to look at it from a distance, just to reassure his own heart, and will never... never annoy him again.

    When he arrived at the airport, it was only after four o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Wenxu wanted to go directly into the waiting room and wait, but when he got off the bus, he saw snowflakes floating in the sky.

    Jiang Wenxu's heart jumped and asked, "Have you watched the weather forecast?"

    Assistant Song was so busy that he didn't even have time to turn on the TV and watch his mobile phone. How could he care about this? Hearing Jiang Wenxu's question, he was busy connecting the mobile network of his mobile phone to search for the weather.

    Koyuki.

    "It should have no effect." Assistant Song said.

    Jiang Wenxu didn't get out of the car, and they waited for two hours together. In just two hours, the snow got bigger and bigger, and it had accumulated two or three centimeters on the concrete floor, which was not small at all.

    "This year...Why is there so much snow in Beijing?" Jiang Wenxu's voice was as soft as a lonely muttering to himself.

    Assistant Song said nothing.

    At seven o'clock, the snow was already in a rare blizzard's posture, and it was blown by the wind. The radio on the car had begun to announce which highways were blocked, and the mobile phone text message sent a notice of ticket refund, and the flight was cancelled.

    Jiang Wenxu's temples jumped suddenly, and the pain of distress and suffocation of heart palpitations surged up, Jiang Wenxu almost crushed his back teeth: "Go back." It

    was his apartment with He Zhishu that returned.

    Jiang Wenxu watched the snow for almost all night on the balcony. The sky was covered with whiteness, and it was as desolate and deserted as a short blank after the prosperity ended.

    In the wee hours of the morning, he suddenly went to call Ai Ziyu as if he was woken up.

    Calling over and over again, over and over there is a mechanical female voice prompting: "The phone you dialed is turned off. Sorrythesubscriberyoudialedispoeroff..."

    Jiang Wenxu felt that he was pushed into the abyss by something irresistible.

    The snow outside hasn't stopped, and Jiang Wenxu's mind has been sober all night. He decided something without much thought, just like the elopement of He Zhishu on the train fourteen years ago.

    There was five centimeters of snow, and the wind and snow didn't stop. He wanted to drive to Hangzhou.

    While sitting in the driving seat, he recovered some of his sanity, and his physical condition could not do what a young man in his twenties could do vigorously. He still called Assistant Song, and the two of them took turns to talk faster and safer.

    It's just that the salary must be increased.

    The road is not easy to follow. Snow is concentrated in the north, the high speed is completely closed, and the winding road is dangerous and easy to go wrong. The two of them bumped all the way to the south and only then eased slightly.

    From Beijing to Hangzhou, they drove for two and a half days.

    It was the morning when I arrived at the small tea garden, and the sun shone through the window of the car on Jiang Wenxu's side face, a ray of light that flickered. It's just dazzling, and there is no half-minute temperature.

    There is no one. The two-story building was empty, and the jasmine in the flowerbed in front of the house was all dead.

    Jiang Wenxu staggered and almost fell.

    The author of the stepmother tells the reader two inevitable things-the sudden be and the painless abuse.

    The heartbreaking life and death are not big abuses. If disappointed children's shoes lightly complain.

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