miss jiang marry me again

After the few people left the flower shop, Song Xiaoxiao's mood was not very high.

Jiang Ning wanted to say something comforting, but in the end he still didn't say a word.

She knew that at this time, it was better to leave her alone than to comfort her verbally.

In the end, they split into two groups. Zhou Yuhang sent Song Xiaoxiao home, while Han Xiuyuan was responsible for sending Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning did not choose to sit in the back seat with Han Xiuyuan, but let Han Xiuyuan go to the front.

She was sitting by the window alone, staring at the receding scenery outside the window in a daze, with the flowers Han Xiuyuan gave her beside her.

A large bouquet of red roses, like the fiery love.

The air conditioner was turned on in the taxi, and the space was relatively small. A large bouquet of roses was placed there, and the charming fragrance penetrated into Jiang Ning's nostrils.

She couldn't help turning her head to look over.

The water droplets on it had already evaporated, and they were even a little wilted by the sun just now.

Jiang Ning stared blankly at the flower that was missing a petal, and his consciousness did return to the previous life.

Han Xiuyuan also gave her red roses before.

At that time, the relationship between the two had just been established not long ago, and they were still in the period of passionate love, and the sweetness of love was still surrounding them.

On her birthday, Han Xiuyuan also appeared in front of her with such a bouquet of red roses, handed them to her arms, kissed her forehead, and said happy birthday to her.

A dear kiss.

Han Xiuyuan finally yelled "Baby" with a smile.

This made Jiang Ning feel that he was loved.

Although he said that he was disgusting at the time, but his heart was sweet.

That night, she also had a dream.Dreamed that the two would grow old together, with their children and grandchildren around their knees.

This dream is so clear and sweet, so sweet that she spends her days relying on this hallucination.

Jiang Ning's eyes were silent, staring at the bouquet of roses until he was interrupted by the rough voice of the driver.

"The flowers are really beautiful." The driver smiled, "This fragrance is all over my car, and the next customer will probably ask me what perfume I wear."

Jiang Ning did not respond to the cold joke of the driver's master, but Han Xiuyuan spoke to him instead.

"It's very fragrant."

"Boy, are you a young couple? Why don't you sit together? You have to sit in the front and the back. My back seat is so big. It's enough for the two of you and a bouquet of flowers."

The driver was still smiling, and winked at Han Xiuyuan, "Isn't this shy? I've given you all the flowers, so what's the point of being shy? I think you two are beautiful and the other is handsome, you are both talented and beautiful!"

Han Xiuyuan glanced at Jiang Ning through the rearview mirror. Seeing that she did not refute, he smiled and did not explain.

The driver became more energetic in an instant, as if he had finally found someone to chat with after holding back all the way.

When Jiang Ning was sent to the place, he winked with Han Xiuyuan and said, "Young man, I think you are making your girlfriend angry, right? Work harder, girls are easy to coax."

Han Xiuyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just responded indiscriminately and sent the overly enthusiastic driver away.

Shaking his head helplessly, seeing that the shadow of the taxi was gone, he said to Jiang Ning, "Let's go? I'll take you up."

"Huh?" Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No need, I can go up by myself."

These words did not arouse Han Xiuyuan's thoughts too much.

Jiang Yuan watched Jiang Ning closely, he knew it.

Moreover, Jiang Yuan had met him as a suitor during the trouble at school.

Now Jiang Ning is holding a bouquet of flowers and was sent back by him, and he didn't come home last night... Maybe Jiang Yuan will chase him with a broom and beat him up?
After brainstorming about the scene, Han Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Ning didn't know why.

"It's nothing." Han Xiuyuan shook his head, "Let's go, I'll take you up."

Jiang Ning didn't move.

"what happened?"

Jiang Ning didn't speak, just stood with his head down.

Han Xiuyuan was a little surprised, "What's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Seeing that she was still silent, Han Xiuyuan frowned, and just reached out to touch her forehead.

However, Jiang Ning avoided it.

Han Xiuyuan was stunned, "Jiang Ning, what's wrong with you?"

"...It's okay." Jiang Ning left with the flowers in his arms.

Han Xiuyuan wanted to call her to ask for clarification, but before the voice came out, Jiang Ning turned back and stuffed the flower in his hand into his arms.

"I'll give you the flowers back. I'm going up."

"Jiang Ning!"

Jiang Ning didn't stop, but ran quickly into the corridor.

Han Xiuyuan didn't even bother to take a look at the flowers in his arms, and followed after holding them.

With one stride, he pulled her out of the elevator.

"Let go of me, I'm going home."

Han Xiuyuan frowned, "Jiang Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Obviously just now... No, no, something was wrong with Jiang Ning from the taxi.

At that time, he took the opportunity to glance back, but she just stared at Hua in a daze, lost in thought.

At that time, he actually thought she was admiring her, and he felt a little happier.

Now it seems that it is really stupid!

Han Xiuyuan threw the flower in his hand to the side, and without looking at the broken petals on the ground, he stretched out his hands and trapped Jiang Ning between the walls.

"Look at me." Han Xiuyuan said in a low voice.

It's not the usual magnetism, but rather oppressive.

But Jiang Ning acted as if he didn't hear it, still looking down at the flower that fell on the ground.

Because Han Xiuyuan was tall and the bouquet was big, the delicate petals were damaged a lot when they fell to the ground, and scattered scattered on the ground.

Looking at it, Jiang Ning's heart ached, and his eyes began to feel sore.

"Jiang Ning, look at me."

Han Xiuyuan's voice sounded above his head again, this time with more orders than before.

But Jiang Ning still stubbornly bit his lip and did not look up.

Han Xiuyuan's eyes darkened, and he reached out to pinch her chin.

When he looked at Jiang Ning's red eyes, he was a little taken aback, but his eyes remained unchanged.

He lowered his voice and asked: "What are you thinking? Huh? Jiang Ning, answer me, what are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything." Jiang Ning pushed him.

But Han Xiuyuan's body was very hard, she couldn't push it, as if she had touched a piece of warm iron.

"Let me go home," she said, her voice still trembling.

"Are you afraid?" Han Xiuyuan's eyes darkened, "What are you afraid of? Jiang Ning, what are you afraid of?"

"let me go."

"Answer me Jiang Ning, answer me, I will let you go home."

Jiang Ning pursed his lips stubbornly but didn't speak, but looked at her with red eyes, and his red lips trembling slightly.

in this way……

Han Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes and leaned forward uncontrollably.

Jiang Ning also seemed to be stupid, and he didn't hide, just let him approach.

But just when the two were about to get close together, a tear suddenly fell from Jiang Ning's foggy eyes.

The tears were very light, staining the tip of Han Xiuyuan's nose.

It was obviously warm, but Han Xiuyuan's heart trembled because it was hot.

He gave up the original idea of ​​kissing, and reached out to help Jiang Ning wipe away his tears, and sighed softly, "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Ning didn't speak.

Han Xiuyuan just felt helpless, "You, can't you tell me what's on your mind? I'm so unworthy of your trust?"

"...No." Jiang Ning also came back to her senses, she wiped away her tears, and forced the enthusiasm down.

The eye sockets are still a little red, but not as pitiful as before.

She stretched out her hand and pushed Han Xiuyuan, "Get out of the way."

Han Xiuyuan didn't move, "You answer my question first, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"If you don't answer, I won't let you go." Han Xiuyuan said half-jokingly, "I'll even resist you and take you home to be my daughter-in-law."

Han Xiuyuan saw Jiang Ning's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly understood what happened to Jiang Ning.

He stared and asked Jiang Ning: "You... because of what happened to Song Xiaoxiao today?"

"No!" Jiang Ning quickly denied and pushed him with all his strength.

This time, it was because Han Xiuyuan's attention was diverted, so she pushed him away.

Then he stopped taking the elevator and turned around and ran down the corridor.

After a burst of confused and panicked footsteps, Han Xiuyuan was the only one left in the corridor.

There are broken roses scattered around the feet.

He stared at the red petals on the ground, just watched quietly for a long time, then retracted his eyes, and left with a wry smile
Sure enough, the past has left a deep scar in Jiang Ning's heart. Even after two years, Jiang Ning still can't let go of it.

Although she always told him to forget the past and said that she had let go of it, every time she encountered related scenes, she would still think of it, and it would still hurt.

It's all his fault.

It was he who personally carved a deep wound on Jiang Ning's soft heart.

Although he has recovered, he still oozes blood from time to time.

Just like the bouquet of red roses on the ground, it was scary red.

Han Xiuyuan took out his lighter and smoked a cigarette.

In fact, he didn't smoke very much before, but now, there are too many things and too much past squeezed in his heart, he can only rely on nicotine to numb himself.

It seemed like this would allow him to temporarily forget about those annoying things.

Standing on the side of the road waiting for a taxi, Han Xiuyuan smoked half of a cigarette, and finally twisted it and threw it into the trash can.

He took out his mobile phone, quickly typed a few lines, and sent it to Jiang Ning.

Coincidentally, at this time, a taxi also drove up by the side of the road. The driver poked his head out of it and asked in a rough voice, "Little brother, are you going?"

"Walk."

Han Xiuyuan got into the car, and his figure completely disappeared from this area.

Jiang Ning, who had been watching him upstairs, finally looked away, and stood absent-mindedly at the door.

Standing like this, it took a while before I remembered the message notification tone just now. I took it out and took a look, and saw a paragraph on it:
I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hope you will give us a chance.

It's for you and it's for me.

Jiang Ning's tears fell instantly again.

She couldn't tell why.

She just felt so sad, she just felt blocked and panicked.

Han Xiuyuan was talking about each other, you, and me.

Look, how well does he know her?He could always see what she was thinking so clearly.

What Jiang Ning didn't realize until now, Han Xiuyuan saw it at a glance.

She can never forget that past.

And she'd never... never been able to forget him.

Jiang Ning squatted in the corridor for a long time covering his face, until he completely calmed down, looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were not so red, and then went home.

Jiang Yuan was sitting on the sofa, neither watching TV nor reading newspapers, just sitting like that, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Hearing the sound of her coming back, he immediately returned to his senses and greeted her.

"Ningning, are you finally back? Where did you go last night? It's urgent..."

He suddenly silenced, looked into Jiang Ning's eyes, and frowned, "Why are you crying, Ning Ning? Who bullied you?"

Jiang Ning rubbed his eyes, "No, no one bullied me."

She wanted to change the subject, "Dad, why are you sitting here alone, where is Auntie?"

"She made an appointment with a friend to go shopping." Jiang Ning finished answering, but still looked into her eyes stubbornly, "Who bullied you?"

Jiang Ning and Jiang Yuan looked at each other.

Jiang Yuan's gaze was deep, as if he could see through her.

Her heart tensed subconsciously, and then, as if she had compromised, she pulled Jiang Yuan aside and sat down.

Sighing lightly, eyes flickering: "Dad, can I ask you a question?"