The Love of My Life: The Deep Fall of the Chief

The simple clock hung on the snow-white wall has only simple hour and minute hands, ticking and ticking, proving the passage of time. At the moment, she is sitting by the hospital bed with a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant in one hand, Holding the edge of the bed slightly with one hand.

The slender hand not far from my face stayed in the air for a few seconds and then let it go. There seemed to be a trace of embarrassment on the originally cold face, but the time it stayed was not long. It's almost imperceptible.

In the next second, He Xiaoran only felt her eyes go dark, and the temperature on her lips told her what Luoyang was doing right now.

Different from the usual ones, this time the kiss was full of heartache, very gentle, without the previous encroachment, which made He Xiaoran become a little irrational under the drive of his nimble tongue, and the cotton swab in his hand fell on the bright On the harsh floor, the other hand instinctively grasped the quilt beside the bed.

The two had just experienced a separation. Although it was just an oolong, Luoyang still felt fear in his heart. This fear had just spread all the time. What if she really disappeared without his permission one day?
what is he going to do
Life is so long, many people can't ask for it, but now he is always thinking about the person he has never forgotten and now appears in front of him intact, shouldn't he also try to let go of the past, understand the knots in his heart, and try to be with her What about starting over?

He stopped the movement of his mouth, moved his head slightly and put it on He Xiaoran's forehead, looking at her with pink skin like a lotus in water, her beautiful facial features are better than any party in Luoyang abroad The famous ladies I have seen are even more moving.

Sensing Luoyang's movement, He Xiaoran opened her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She opened her big watery eyes and looked at Luoyang. She saw it right this time. Tenderness is real, so close yet so far away.

Luo Yang gradually stared blankly at her clear and bright pupils, playful willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, a touch of pink appeared on her fair and flawless skin, and her thin lips were as delicate as rose petals.

When Luoyang was about to bend down, He Xiaoran turned his head away, and said in a cold voice: "Can't you tell me the reason why you left now?"

What she has been waiting for is a simple explanation, but he has never been willing to speak. Even if the reason given is a lie, even if it is believable, she can try not to keep thinking about the painful memories of the past.

But from him, these explanations that He Xiaoran had been hoping for all this time seemed so unworthy of mentioning. After all, she still didn't understand why the two people who were still in love with each other left. She really wanted to know, even if it was already Many years have passed.

Luo Yang came back to look at He Xiaoran, wiped his mouth for a while and said: "You go." His voice was full of helplessness, he didn't want to say it but he didn't know how to say it, although this matter has nothing to do with He Xiaoran Xiao Ran didn't understand relationships at all, but she involved so many people.

Since He Xiaoran hates himself now, so be it, at least the current He Xiaoran will not be worried all the time.

Hearing what Luo Yang said, He Xiaoran stood up from the bed, and his voice became a little self-deprecating: "President Luo, I understand even if I don't say it, you are tired of playing, I think it is worthless to you What is love, what is promise? Oh, but today I am too tired to accompany you, Mr. Luo. "

Her voice was full of ridicule, which was self-deprecating. This kind of self-deprecation made Luo Yang's heart hurt. She turned to look at He Xiaoran who said these words at the moment. In just a few minutes, He Xiaoran seemed to be a different person , the shyness on his face has turned into anger, like a thorny hedgehog.

There was a half-smile expression on her face, and bitterness occupied her entire face. Although the light was warm, there was no warmth on her face.

Luo Yang stepped forward and said, "Do you really want to talk to me like this?"

His eyes are dark, like a vortex, so deep that people dare not look directly at them, but now He Xiaoran looks so calm, she approached Luoyang, her face is calm and breezy, and she loves the delicate makeup, Like a turquoise lake.There can't be a single ripple, the air at this moment seems to be glued together.

After a while she said, "Why am I talking? Isn't it normal for me? Mr. Luo, you like to play, and I don't have time to accompany you. I can't afford to provoke you, can't I hide?" Her voice was like a root The fine needles pierced Luo Yang's body one by one without any hesitation.

After finishing speaking, He Xiaoran turned around and walked out. This time, He Xiaoran left first. She tried the pain left behind. She thought she could ask something today even if he took advantage of him, but he was still like that , Cherishing words like gold, unwilling to say a word.

At the moment the door was closed, she kept rolling in her eye sockets, knowing that the tears were like a river that broke an embankment, and slid from her cheeks to the ground. In the past three years, she didn't know how many times she had shed such tears when she couldn't bear it. up.

She was not a crying person before, and the things that tears can solve are nothing, but later she found that tears are actually worthless at all, crying is better than suppressing, why not relax?

Many people say that He Xiaoran is a person who doesn't care about everything, but only he knows in his heart that the more he cares about things, the more God loves to make fun of her, just like making her and Luoyang love each other. When it was thick, it gave He Xiaoran a fatal counterattack.

Walking out of the hospital, He Xiaoran felt that the color of the sky was her mood. At some point, it had rained in Jiangcheng, washing away the dust that had accumulated on the ground for a long time. The gray sky covered the entire land and covered a She who wants to escape from the darkness.

The rain fell on her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. It's great, no one will find out when she cries like this, He Xiaoran thought to herself.

What still floats before her eyes is Luo Yang's unimportant face. When everything starts to turn yellow, even the memories gradually fade away, and even the shadows become more and more bleak, what is she still holding on to?
She and Luoyang are like two hedgehogs with thorns. As long as they hug each other, they will pierce each other. Love is not about hurting yourself. He Xiaoran understands better than anyone else that a stable life is like a luxury for her. , His appearance was like a tornado, sweeping away everything that had come, including her heart.

A person knows how to walk down the street when he is lost, and the rain gradually becomes larger, hitting her face one by one in a ruthless manner, just like God mocking her today, and thinking that Luoyang is still alive for her brazen person. The ridicule of loving her, the self-mockery of thinking that Luoyang has always loved her in his heart, the mockery of her thinking that Luoyang is worried about something happening to him.

The original makeup was washed away by the rain, and she looked extremely embarrassed. When she walked to the bus station, everyone around her looked at her current appearance and began to guess. Their curious eyes kept looking at He Xiaoran's look. His body was icy cold from the rain, and his fair skin looked bloodless now.

He Xiaoran, who was leaning against the window, seemed to have found a point of support. She had been drenched in the rain for too long just now, and she was a little bit overwhelmed by the cold body, and her eyes were still empty, showing no emotion at all.

After getting out of the car, the weather cleared up. Some people say that the weather is like a woman's temper, and it can change as soon as it is said. The weather forecast is like an oath made by many men, and it will never come on time.

She felt that although these two sentences were simple and rude, they were really true. That's it. He said that no matter what happened, he would always be by her side, but now it seemed that it was no longer the case.

She has always believed in all this, and when the dream is about to wake up, she can only let her body sprint in despair, shrinking herself into the body again.

The hair was wet and stuck together by the rain. He Xiaoran looked very embarrassed. After the rain, the people in the community all went out by coincidence. They saw He Xiaoran who was picked up by the luxury car in the past. They all cover their mouths and discuss in a low voice:

"Look, isn't this the lady picked up by Ferrari last time? Why is she reduced to what she is now." A gossiping woman looked at He Xiaoran and said, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Isn't that right? It was so beautiful at that time. Look at it now, not just any girl can fly on a branch and become a phoenix." Another woman who looked very sharp said, the reason why the neighbors in the community It can be established for the sake of gossip in the community.

Although her voice was very low, He Xiaoran could still hear it clearly. She just felt bitter and quickened her pace. She had heard too many laughing voices over the years. She was just with Luoyang before. He was ridiculed at times. Although He Xiaoran was a joke recognized by the school, he was a school belle with no identity background. In the eyes of everyone, Luoyang was a figure in the sky.

Possessing a super-high degree, the important thing about talent is that his appearance is also particularly charming. Compared with He Xiaoran, who only has appearance, there are much more voices of criticism than voices of support. At that time, he still said to himself "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She believes that this boy who has always given her a sense of security will not do something that will break her down, but the result is unexpected. He still does it. Nothing can match the gap that makes a person despair from hope , that feeling was a nightmare that reappeared repeatedly during several nights when she finally fell asleep, and it was impossible for her to forget it.