Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Lengsicheng was a little strange, especially, feeling that she was holding his suit's hand, so hard, her fingers gripped his collar tightly, as if he was about to disappear from her when he let go!

Not only that, she was all curled up, although she was wearing his clothes, but maybe because of the rain before, she was like a stray puppy abandoned on the side of the road, and she curled up and shivered.

When I lowered my head to look at her, I saw that she was holding her clothes tightly with her hands, her body was close, but she did not dare to stick to his body. His head was slightly low, and the bangs on his forehead were wet by the rain. There were also drops of water dripping ticking, dripping on his heart, as if it was raining.

"Gu Qingqing?"

He looked down at her, frowned again, and hugged her tighter.

Gu Qingqing didn't speak, just grabbed his clothes, and said, "Sri Lanka..."

The sound was a little low, and a little trembling, like petals knocked down by rain, and fell to the ground as soon as the wind blows.

This was the second time Lengscheng saw her look so desperate-the first time, in her father's mourning hall.

Unlike last time, she was three years ago when her happy life was suddenly interrupted, and people instantly went from a normal state to a cliff of collapse. It was like a car accident, an earthquake, a tsunami, and other life-and-death life and death, and the emotions were suddenly driven to a high point.

But now she seems to have known that things will fall to such a situation, but she can only watch, unable to return to the sky in despair. It's like a patient who has been tortured by a long-term disease, and finally faded away in pain.

He even felt that she was like rain in the sky, and if the wind blew away accidentally.

I knew it, I knew this time I wouldn't force her to this point. Obviously, she knows that what she values ​​most is the kinship of flesh and blood. Even if she wants to punish her family, he should secretly act on it himself, at least on the surface, don’t let her know the ugly faces of her mother and brother. Give it to them and even more to her A little room for fantasy.

If her mother and brother, who had already disappointed her, made her so sad, what about her father?

The only dad she respected was a gambler who borrowed loan sharks, because he owed money, not only wanted to cheat insurance, and the beneficiary didn’t have her name—even, he even thought about taking her to pay off gambling debts. I would rather be rotten in my stomach for a lifetime, never tell her!

"Let's go home." His arms tightened hard and hugged her tightly. I want to tell her in this way that she is not alone.

"Go home? Where is my home...?" She raised her head in confusion, and turned her head around mechanically, looking at the surrounding street scene covered by rain.

This is a crossroads, red and green lights change, cars stop and go, at the crossroads of life, should she turn left or shift to the right?

The more confused she saw her originally clear eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He clamped the umbrella on his shoulder, held her hand with the wedding ring in his hand, and kissed her gently on the ring, "Wife, come home with me."

Wife? Gu Qingqing raised her head, struggling incomparably.

Lengsi let go of her waist, but grabbed her hand and held it tightly: "Go back first, your hands are cold."