MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 70

Chapter 70

The better Ai Ziyu is to He Zhishu, the more difficult it is for He Zhishu to accept him completely. I don't want to drag him down, but another important point is that Ai Ziyu is like Jiang Wenxu.

With a smile and a low eyebrow to look at the gentleness of the person, under the guise of writing a deep commitment and love. Similar is too shocking.

He knows that during his time of college entrance examination, his mother knew about him and Jiang Wenxu. On the weekdays, the most gentle woman took the broom and smacked it on He Zhishu. Jiang Wenxu took his arms tightly.

He said: "Auntie, I am carrying him badly, please don't hit him." He did not hide, and hardly stopped all the pain and anger of a mother.

Then he put it in the ear of He Zhishu and said something unforgettable in this life of He Zhishu: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

Therefore, the bones of He Zhishu can only make him never forgive Jiang Wenxu, but he can't give up all the memories and affection.

This is too unfair to Ai Ziyu.

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Jiang Wenxu went to the Anxian cemetery the day before leaving. He squatted and burned half an hour of paper money to the two old people.

He flattened every yellow paper money into the fire, and his fingers were uncontrollably trembled. Jiang Wenxu seems to be ten years old in an instant. His cheeks are slimming down, and he can't find the shadow of the former debauchery.

Jiang Wenxu’s face was buffed with a brazier, and his voice was very low, like a fear of disturbing the underground undead: “Uncle, hey, I...”

His voice paused, and he swallowed a cry: "If I knew that it would be today, I must be far from knowing from the very beginning..."

Stay away from him, see that he has a better life, get into a good medical university, talk about his girlfriend, graduate is the attending doctor. Even if the He Zhishu may not be happy at the end, but at the very least... his misfortune is not brought to him.

The good knowledge of He Zhishu, Jiang Wenxu knows that it is not worthy. He used to be selfish. After being complimented by Vanity Fair for a long time, he felt that he should have all the novelty things that he wanted. So blindfolded, he couldn't remember even playing. But now think about it, if you don’t have a good time at the beginning, you can count on something.

When Jiang Waxu was aware that the paper money he bought was burned, he slowly returned to God and slammed a few heads: "Uncle, hey, I know you want to know the book... but please, don't be so early. Take him away..." Jiang Wenxu didn't want to know that the book was alive, when someone loved it, the hardships of the days, and after the days were better, no one loved them. He knew that he could never compensate for the loss of He Zhishu, but he could do more if he could do more. The rest of the afterlife will be returned to He Zhishu.

From Hangzhou to Beijing 1200 kilometers, every inch of distance is used to miss you. Know the book.

Jiang Wenxu looked down through the porthole of the plane. In addition to the moment when the clouds could not be seen, the silence suddenly came. He once believed that he was strong and fearless, but only because He Zhishu was behind him.

Jiang Wenxu is just acting very well, and the equipment is strong and unmatched. In fact, he is too late to mature. He has always been accustomed to him tolerate him. When he first started together, even if he finally decided to leave, He Zhishu did not give him embarrassment.

The man who was always gentle, kept a lot of deserted nights alone, suffered so many grievances, and took a tragic illness. When he left, he only looked up and looked at himself and gave himself a So tight hugs.

Can let go of it first.

If you are going to lose every time you are going to lose, how much regret can you leave in your life?

When Jiang Wenxu arrived in Beijing, it was already 7:30 in the evening. Only when he got off the plane, he felt the bitterness of the northern winter. The cold wind that was blown up at night had a bit of bitter taste.

The assistant to pick up the song from Song, brought a thick coat to Jiang Wenxu.

"Where is Jingwen now? Is it honeymoon?" Jiang Wenxu put on his clothes.

Song helped the ideal to think, as if there was a bit of impression: "Mr. Zhang did not come out of Beijing, the new lady's grandfather seems to be dying."

Jiang Wenxu looked at the watch: "You go to the car and wait for me, I will call Jingwen."

Song assistant should help Jiang Wenxu to pull out the suitcase.

Jiang Wenxu leaned back on the wall, and he felt tired and could not stand. After half a minute, he took out the phone dial and called his friend.

“Wen Xu?” The phone was immediately picked up, and the tone brought a few questions. “Where are you?”

Jiang Wenxu lowered his head and pinched his nose: "I am back in Beijing."

"that…"

"Don't ask," Jiang Wenxu interrupted Zhang Jingwen, with some pains that he didn't want to be mentioned: "Trouble you for helping me."

Tomorrow's double

Fearless