10 years where i loved you the most chinese novel (Eng)

ch.50

He Zhishu was a bit stunned. He looked at the jasmine flowers in the living room, so many, he had been placed at the foot of the screen of the golden nanmu. The flowers are all open, and the fragrance is filled with the whole room.

He knows that he has come up and the apex has been touched by a very light punch.

“Like?” Ai Ziyu smiled and took the hand of He Zhishu: “Although the flowers in our garden have not yet been opened, it is still possible to get a few pots from the house...”

"I like it very much," He Zhishu looked at Ai Ziyu. There seemed to be a little wet in his eyes. He gently gave Ai Ziyu a hug in the past: "I am very grateful to you."

No one thought about going to dinner again. They sat down on the sofa, and He Zhishu looked at the flowers with ecstasy. Ai Ziyu silently accompanied him.

"My grandfather was the most like Jasmine when I was there. I remembered that Jasmine was full in the garden." He Zhishu smiled and said to Ai Ziyu, but the sound is more like a mutter: "Jiang Wenxu and The first sentence I said was to ask me how so sweet I was. I still remember that I took him a flower from the next day, afraid that the flowers would not be fragrant, and I would like to have a few flowers on each cluster. Let my grandfather see it.” He Zhishu was the first to talk to Ai Ziyu and Jiang Wenxu in the past, not too much to remember or regret irony, as always, gentle and gentle.

"When that time, Jiang Wenxu was looking for things to be careful, because those who spent his clips were everywhere, and they were not willing to lose. For a long time, our class had a thick floral fragrance, even on Jiang Wenxu's jersey. Yes." He Zhishu hangs, and the lashes are like the side of the butterfly. "When I go home every day, I can smell the flowers from far away, so the steady guidance seems to indicate the direction of the home. At that time... I think this is really the best taste in the world."

The eyes of He Zhishu were somewhat dim, and the bitterness of the voice could not be opened: "But then my grandfather was ill and died, but the garden was ruined in two months. After that, no one in my family would like to go to the flowers."

Ai Ziyu took him into his arms and gently touched the black hair and backbone of He Zhishu, a gesture of comfort.

"Thank you, Ai Ziyu," He Zhishu's tone is light and floating: "I will not forget you... If there is a soul after death, I will smell the flowers to find your little garden and living room, and then keep the door for you." Keep your home safe." At the end of the day, there was a bit of deliberate and easy to laugh.

"I also want to thank myself, I have accumulated luck for a few years to meet you." Ai Ziyu kissed the eyelashes of He Zhishu: "I will love you forever."

Two great things in life - irresistible death and unbearable love. Ai Ziyu suddenly wanted to cry.

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