Love is like melting

Chapter 332
It took about 10 minutes to walk from the gate to the entrance of the villa. Huo Yimo didn't walk very far. When he saw a wooden chair on the side of the road, he went over and sat down.

After drinking some wine in the evening, her head was a little dizzy, she sat on the wooden chair, swallowing clouds, staring at the ground for a long time with her obscure eyes, as if something was stuck in her heart, she couldn't breathe from the discomfort!

Take a long breath, accompanied by the smoke, and then slowly release it.

I don't know when there was a dark shadow in front of me.

Huo Yimo looked up and couldn't see clearly, but the tall and straight shadow enveloped her whole body.

He reached out and snatched the cigarette butt from her fingertips, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his toes, furious: "When did you even touch this?"

She used to drink at most, but now she even touched cigarettes.

Huo Yimo smiled disapprovingly, "Seven out of ten artists are addicted to drugs, and I'm not addicted to drugs. Is it necessary to make a fuss?"

When I was writing "The Rest of My Life", I stayed up late every day, and if I couldn't write anything, I would smoke a few, and I smoked more when I was in a bad mood; I smoked whole boxes, and my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak.

Later, it was forcibly cut off by Lu Nanfeng, but now it's not addictive, it's just an occasional one to pass the mood.

His face was as cold as a piece of ice, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly.

"Wu Jingyu, from a famous family, highly educated, good-looking, gentle temperament, is the kind of woman who is very suitable to marry back home as a wife. This time, you have a good vision, and you will definitely..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice stopped abruptly.

Xu Sizhe leaned closer to prevent her from uttering those damn words.

Huo Yimo wanted to push him away, but she tried to no avail, and her already dizzy mind became even more dizzy.

I don't know why the more ruthless he is, the more her heart hurts.

Because she thought of the four words "together with each other", but this person is destined not to be the one with whom she can get along with each other.

Xu Sizhe's voice came to her ears both vaguely and clearly, "The Xu and Wu families are family friends, but it's just an ordinary dinner."

He was explaining to her that he was not meeting the parents tonight.

Huo Yimo raised her head and looked at him, with the corners of her lips curled up slightly, she said with a half smile but not a smile: "But she likes you very much!"

"What does it have to do with me?" His answer sounded a little indifferent, "There are so many women who like me, do I have to care about every one of them?"

There was only one person he cared about.

"So ruthless!" Because of her hoarse voice, her voice sounded like she was being coquettish.

Xu Sizhe didn't answer, and directly picked her up.

The moment she flew into the air, she subconsciously put her arms around his neck, and she asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"Come with me to a place."

"where?"

"Dawn!"

"Could it be that you think that taking me to the place where I used to live will remind me of the past?"

"Since you won't remember it, why not take a look?"

Chen Xi, just like two years ago, nothing has changed. If something has changed, it means that she and the traces she left behind are gone.

Aunt He didn't like her two years ago. When Xu Sizhe came back and found that she was gone, Aunt He was no longer trusted and in poor health. After being picked up by her son to live with her, Xu Sizhe never found a servant again. Only part-time workers come to clean every day.

For the past two years, he lived alone in this cold and lonely house, as if he was guarding something or waiting for something.

It was as if waiting for the laughter hidden in a corner of this room, and one day it would sound sweetly again.

Huo Yimo was carried into the hall by him, and carefully placed on the sofa.

He said nothing, turned and went upstairs.

She was sitting on the sofa, looking around at the surrounding environment with her eyes. The empty and deserted space made her inexplicably aware of the coolness, and she hugged her arms involuntarily.

This place used to be her warmest paradise, but later it became her hell.

After a while, he came down from the second floor.

"When I came back two years ago, everything changed. You are gone, everything about you is gone, and only this is left."

Xu Sizhe came over and lifted Sid who was behind her to her face.

This Sid was given to her by Li Yangyu, and later she moved into Chenxi. Although Xu Sizhe didn't throw Sid out, she definitely didn't allow her to bring this thing into the room, let alone sleep with it.

At that time, the only one she could hug every night was him.

He threw Sid into the study cabinet, the only thing left after she left.

It must be a malicious trick of fate.

At the beginning, he cared so much about Li Yangyu's existence, but he didn't expect that the only thing he could use to miss her was Sid.

Huo Yimo looked at Sid with bright eyes, slowly raised his arms to embrace him, and gently stroked its head with his fingers, "I thought it had been lost a long time ago."

"You hate others touching your things without your permission." The way he stared at her was as gentle and tender as it was two years ago.

With a thought, something came up, sour.

His white fingers tightly held Sid, his red lips hooked slightly, and he greeted him with a smile, "Thank you for helping me keep it, I should go."

Standing up with Sid in his arms, he walked past him without lingering for a second.

The moment he passed by, he suddenly turned around, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Sid, fell to the ground.

Her jaw was pinched by him, and she had to raise her head to bear his affection and sadness, which was airtight and suffocating.

"Really don't remember?" The hoarse voice was deep and powerful, full of unwillingness, "Here I made dumplings for you, drank wine with you, hugged you and kissed you, painted your nail polish, And you are here to learn to cook for me, to work with me, to cut off contact with Li Yangyu for me, here you say you like me, you promise to marry me, and you are still here...you say you will wait for me to come back! I'm back, but—"

The voice paused slightly, and once again became full of difficulty and sourness, almost choking: "Why did you disappear?"

Nostrils fluttered, and the pain was suppressed, and every heartbeat was piercing.

"I've been thinking about it for two full years, but I still can't figure it out!" Why everything has changed.

Why don't you tell me what happened!

Huo Yimo's cheeks were held by him, and he was forced to look at him. The moistness in his clear eyes was enough to break his heart. His white teeth bit his inner lip tightly, tasted the smell of blood, and touched the corners of his lips. , the voice fermented in the air, "Don't say it's you, even I don't understand. I've already stood at the door of happiness and pushed open the door of happiness. I just need to take another step, no, I just need to take another half step. Why did the happiness I can have fall into pieces overnight, I fell from the clouds into hell, and was instantly beaten back to my original shape."

"Maybe this is fate!" She lowered her eyes and said to herself, her lips curved slightly, as if she was laughing at herself, "Since I chose to forget two years ago, there must be a reason why I must forget! I have chosen Let it go, I hope you can let it go too, and find a beautiful woman to hold your hand and grow old with you."

"Did you really let me go?" The light in the clear eyes was moist and sharp, and he asked sharply: "If you can really let me go, why do you need to participate in some freezing plan? Force yourself to forget me?"

Huo Yimo was silent for a moment when he asked him a wordless rebuttal.

Really letting go is not to forget deliberately, but to remember soberly, and to be able to look at the years calmly.

The deep eyes are full of deep affection and longing, and there is unspeakable pain and nostalgia in my heart for this woman who makes me dream.

He is 38 years old this year, not 28 years old. He can say the words "I love you" casually. After the age of passion and impulsiveness, no matter how hot the feelings are, they will become reserved and restrained, and the more depressed they are , the more difficult to let go of the pain.

(End of this chapter)