The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 81

Two days of sleeplessness, coupled with the current people going to the building, Jiang Wenxu was instantly taken out of the vitality that had been walking down from his body. But he knew clearly that he could not fall down yet, at least not now.

    Jiang Wenxu regrets his decisiveness at the time, at least he should find someone from here to watch the development of things from a distance.

    Since He Zhishu left, Jiang Wenxu has often experienced involuntary helplessness and helpless pain. Later, he recalled more than once the tight hug he gave himself on the day He Zhishu left. Jiang Wenxu would always imagine that if he did not leave that day, he would watch He Zhishu firmly and would not leave him for half a step. Will nothing happen today?

    No one can tell him.

    If someone is willing to tell him, he will be asked fourteen years ago, can you bring He Zhishu to him and bring him happiness? Four years ago, I would ask him if you linger and play tricks on people's hearts, are you worthy of He Zhishu's heartfelt love for you? Ask him, is your heart made of meat or stone? How can you be so cruel to the most insatiable person?

    If someone could remind him even one sentence, Jiang Wenxu would not make mistakes again and again.

    Jiang Wenxu is now about to be crushed by his own guilt and fear. He didn't know what he was going to do next, what he could do.

    During the day, he and Assistant Song looked for various relationships to inquire about people. At night, Jiang Wenxu slept in the car by himself, guarding the tea garden where He Zhishu once lived.

    On the fourth day, there was a turning point, when Jiang Wenxu was about to collapse.

    It's Ai Ziyu. He is the only one. He was wearing a long black windbreaker, with only a small suitcase on his hand. He hadn't seen it for half a month, his face was thinner, and the haggard Jiang Wenxu did not dare to recognize it.

    It was the morning when Ai Ziyu came back, and Jiang Wenxu watched him come back by taxi before he left. Jiang Wenxu didn't think much, and quickly pushed the car door and rushed over, staggering.

    "Ai Tzuyu! Ai Tzuyu, where is Zhishu? Where did He Zhishu go? Which hospital is he in? Ah? Talk to you, who will take care of him when you come back? Talk to him!" Jiang Wenxu is in no better condition than Aizi Yu Qiang, he asked incoherently, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

    Ai Ziyu only seemed to see Jiang Wenxu. His eyes swept over Jiang Wenxu's body, with a glance without too much emotion, not without hatred or disgust, but a kind of emotional stagnation that was sad and numb.

    Ai Ziyu's hand hugged empty in the void, and he repeated to himself: "

    Zhishu ...Where is the knowledge?" Ai Ziyu's voice was very soft, and every breath sounded. It seemed as if the flesh and blood of the vocal cords were torn out of the lips: "He's gone...in my arms, bit by bit, bit by bit cold...".

    The boundless silence. Jiang Wenxu thought for a moment that he was deaf, and he seemed to hear nothing. He opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound. At that moment, the world was silent, only the whistling wind passed by his ears, taking away all the colors in front of him.

    Just as the video tape was cancelled, Jiang Wenxu suddenly rushed over and grabbed Ai Ziyu's neckline. His eyes were red like an irrational beast. Jiang Wenxu's voice hardly resembled a human voice. His tongue was bitten by the uncontrollable blood of his teeth, and every word was filled with blood and pain: "You lie to me! You lie to me! Impossible!"