I owe you a lifetime of love

When Lu Jingsi fell asleep, Anian moved his body and quietly ran to the balcony to call Fu Qingshen.

In the past few days, because of Lu Jingsi's matter, she didn't pay much attention to Fu Qingshen.

Thinking of what the elders of the Lu family said today, An Nian was moved.

Fu Qingshen didn't say anything, but everything she could do made her feel warm.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

The call was connected quickly, and the man's voice came through the phone screen.

Low, magnetic.

An Nian said: "No, what about you? Why don't you go to sleep? "

"Miss you."

An Nian's cheeks were slightly hot, and only when she thought of Fu Qingshen would her heart calm down briefly.

"I miss you as well……"

The man on the other end of the phone was breathless, and he asked, "Where are you now?"

Fu Qingshen knew she came to the Lu family.

An Nian told the truth.

"Niannian..." Fu Qingshen said with a slight smile in his voice, "Put on a coat and go downstairs."

"What... what do you mean?" Even though he said that, Anian had already quietly walked to the room holding his phone.

She changed her shoes and put on her coat, clutching her phone, and walked out quickly.

"You don't want to see me?"

After An Nian went out holding his mobile phone, he saw the man lazily leaning against the back of the car at a glance. His pitch-black hair was blown tousled by the cool night wind.

The long black windbreaker was unbuttoned, and the hem danced with the wind.

Seeing An Nian standing stupidly, Fu Qingshen opened his arms: "Come here..."

An Nian walked forward step by step, but was stopped by Fu Qingshen just as he walked in front of him.

"Huh?" An Nian didn't know why.

Fu Qingshen reached out and ruffled her long hair.

"I'm too cold, I'll hug you later."

An Nian's eyes turned hot: "You've been waiting here?"

"Not long..."

An Nian was disobedient, she stepped forward and hugged Fu Qingshen's thin and powerful waist.

"I'll catch a cold." Fu Qingshen felt helpless.

But she was already in his arms, so how could he be willing to push her away?

"I catch a cold, don't you? Why don't you stay at home in such a cold day, what are you running around at night?" An Nian complained distressedly.

Fu Qing sighed deeply: "I miss you."

An Nian felt sweet in his heart, and felt the chill of the September day against his body, and felt a little unspeakably uncomfortable.

Fu Qing let go of the girl in his arms.

"How are you doing today?"

An Nian nodded: "It's okay to say it, but it's very tearful."

"Crying again?" Fu Qing pinched the tip of An Nian's nose, which was blown red by the wind, and his voice contained endless pampering.

The searchlights at the gate of Lu's house cast dim yellow and soft light.

Circles of pale halos hit them.

Anian looked up at Fu Qingshen, and Fu Qingshen looked down at her.

This scene was unexpectedly familiar.

An Nian turned her head away. She stood side by side with him, and their figures under the lamp were drawn very long.

They interlocked their fingers and stood side by side.

"Fu Qingshen, do you think this scene looks familiar?"

Fu Qing nodded deeply: "I remember. I already thought of it when I watched the lights of Lu's house go out here..."

"It was also very cold that night, and it was also under the street lights. We broke up..." An Nian said calmly.

Fu Qing's heart trembled slightly, and he held her little hand even tighter: "It's my fault..."

No one is bad, it's just that they tortured each other at that time, crazy and persistent.

An Nian looked sideways at Fu Qingshen's chin with blue stubble: "Fu Qingshen, you've grown a beard..."

Hearing this, Fu Qingshen raised his hand to touch his chin, it was indeed a bit painful.

"Button up your clothes, will you?"

Fu Qingshen was taken aback, and he turned his head away: "This is the specially opened style."

An Nian's eyeballs rolled around on the buttons of Fu Qingshen's clothes, and then he let out a low "oh".

"Fu Qingshen, how many years do you think we can live?"

Fu Qing frowned deeply: "Why do you say this? Niannian, what are you thinking?"

An Nian sniffed, and she looked up at the dark sky, the cool night air pouring into her throat, very refreshing.

"I just feel that life is so insignificant, and accidents happen so suddenly... We all have to live in the present, and cherish the people in front of us, okay?"

Fu Qing saw through An Nian's thoughts deeply and knew her general feelings.

He was also feeling sad...

"it is good!"

"If we can go on smoothly like this, I will be satisfied if I can accompany you for another 30 years."

The girl's eyes are shining.

She likes Fu Qingshen.

22 married him.

Divorced at the age of 25.

At the age of 27, he experienced life and death with him, and the old man reunited.

She suddenly found that she had been with him for many years...

"We..." Fu Qingshen's voice choked slightly, "There will be many, many years."

An Nian suddenly smiled: "Fu Qingshen, are you crying?"

"No." The man said stiffly.

What Lu Jingsi was going through made him terrified.

He also had several times and almost lost An Nian.

Before coming to Lu's house tonight, he had a dream, and the dream was full of scenes of parting with her every time.

He always looked at her back, tried to keep her, chased after her, but that person still left...

That feeling is so painful.

Reality and dreams are mixed, and he only feels like a dream.

Only when he feels her in his arms and holds her hand tightly can he feel at ease.

"Really?" An Nian raised his eyebrows, suddenly wanting to tease Fu Qingshen.

"No."

"Why are those eye circles red?"

Fu Qingshen pinched her chin uncomfortably.

"Tricking me is fun?"

An Nian tilted her head: "Fu Qingshen, was it because of me that you cried for the first time after you grew up?"

She was suddenly very persistent, as if she insisted on asking the answer.

The corner of Fu Qing's mouth raised.

An Nian knew the answer.

His icy lips fell down immediately, and the cold wind was mixed between his lips and teeth.

His breathing was hot and his heart was beating faster and faster.

He held her slender and soft waist tightly, exerting force in his palm, her thin body was almost lifted up, and her body was tightly pressed together through the fabric of the clothes.

"Yes..." He nodded, "As far as I can remember, I have never cried for others, only for you."

After the words fell, his lips and teeth were pressed down again, and the palm of his hand clasped the back of An Nian's head.

Gentle and lingering, like a drizzle.

Her back pressed against the car door, her hot breath brushed against her neck...

The searchlight at the door is too dazzling.

An Nian raised her hand to block it, and Fu Qingshen raised the wrist holding her to the top of her head and pressed it...

The door is open.

The seat was adjusted to a semi-reclining position, and the hot breath shrouded it along with the black shadow.

An image of Fu Qingshen crying for her suddenly appeared in An Nian's mind.

In the heavy snow, he roared with red eyes...

In the snow-white bathtub, he was at a loss when he was on the verge of despair...

And... too many times.

"pain……"