Angel is a little bad

Chapter 838

Feng Yuanche showed an almost imperceptible smile: "I came here last night, wandering around to see if I can see you. I thought I would never see you, but fortunately, at the last moment, I saw you is you."

Huahuo didn't let herself think about the meaning of "the last moment" too early, she tried to calm herself like him, and said with a mature attitude and tone like an adult: "I have been waiting for you, I have always wanted to see you, finally, I waited for this moment."

Feng Yuanche's calm face was finally shaken, his eyes became deep, and something unspeakable flashed through his eyes.He pursed his lips tightly, and it took him a while to make up his mind, and said, "I want to see you too, all the time."

Huahuo let herself laugh easily: "So, in order to celebrate the meeting, shall we have a drink?"

Feng Yuanche seemed to be suppressing something, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I can't go, because I'm leaving soon."

Huahuo looked at him and couldn't ask any questions, that would break the mature calm she was pretending now, waiting for his explanation.

Feng Yuanche also seemed to have a hard time saying it, but he still said decisively: "It's only an hour before the train leaves, I don't have time."

Huahuo finally asked, "Where are you going?"

"XZ."

"How long?" Her voice trembled slightly.

He looked away: "I don't know, at least...two years."

Huahuo slowly lowered her head and looked at her feet. What is under her feet? Is it dirt?Is it dust?Is it the earth?Is it the road?Is it support?Is it an obstacle?Is it estrangement?
How thick and how deep is it?She didn't know, but she knew that it couldn't support her light weight and simple dreams.

The boundless, bottomless and seamless land under her feet connects her with him, but also takes him away from her.

After a while, she raised her head, her smile was as bright as the sun, her dimple was as beautiful as a flower, and her voice was as sweet as spring water: "Then, at least let me see you off."

Feng Yuanche looked at her deeply: "Thank you."

The two walked shoulder to shoulder until they got into the taxi, and they didn't speak.

The taxi rushed to the train station like a wind, and the two young men and women in the car, who were only 20 years old, seemed to have lived for decades. Their eyes were clearly looking at the front, but they had no focus; they were silent when they met again. Silent.

(End of this chapter)