I am in the dust when I love you

Gu Qinghan clutched his heart in pain, and leaned his head against the head of the bed.

"Jane Zhen, you are heartbroken, and in the end, you don't want me anymore.

After you left, I realized that you have long been in my heart.

Without you, my heart is also lost.

Jane, I'm sorry I hurt you.

In order to take revenge, I stopped using your grandfather's special medicine, which made you lose your loved ones. I know I was wrong.

I will return your things to you bit by bit, just wait a little longer.

I will come back on time in the future, can you wait for me? "

In the silent air, only Gu Qinghan's rambling voice echoed, and no one responded.

Some pictures, like a movie, flashed before his eyes.

Her happiness, loss, pain, and despair are all so vivid.

Gu Qinghan covered his heart in pain.

Jane, are you coming back?I will never ignore you and snub you again.

Without you, I really suffer.

He let out a roar, and the extreme pain made his legs straighten and tremble, so that he touched the suitcase leaning against the door, and made a small doctor's sound.

That's Jane's box.

He got up suddenly and opened the box with trembling hands.

My heart is so empty, and it hurts so badly.

He thought, looking at Jane Zhen's old things, maybe it would be better.

A very small suitcase, light blue, without a combination lock, covered with a layer of dust.

After brushing off the dust on the box, Gu Qinghan opened the box.

A few old clothes, a bottle of fireflies that have been dried, and a picture book under it.

Gu Qinghan's eyes were sour.

That is, she has kept all her belongings with her for six years.

For six years, he never cared whether she had clothes to wear or whether she had enough to eat.

By accident, he took out the album.

Turning to the first page, there is a portrait of him on it.

The painter is a little immature, and the lines are a little blunt, but they are still realistic and vivid.

With him, there are five or six points of similarity.

Although the painter is average, the characters are very beautiful, flowing, unrestrained and elegant, with a strength that ordinary girls don't have.

"Bright eyes sparkle, panic in the mirror, mood, difficult curtain call.

There is no clue to search for traces, lingering, hesitating and helpless.

Recalling the past, looking through the autumn water, hiding the lonely fog.

I am afraid that after many years, the flowers will bloom endlessly, and no one will appreciate them.

Fortunately, the longing was finally overcome by love, and when I saw you, it was the same as before, with bright stars and morning eyes.

The mood is full of joy, just for the fleeting time.

The rest of my life is no longer wasted, sharing a pool of autumn water, crossing each other from the other side, for the kindness of the king, I am willing to give my affection to you. "(self-created)

The word she wrote is called: Nian Si Fu.

The words are full of deep affection for the person in the words, anticipation, search, and the joy of reunion after a long absence.

Gu Qinghan's breath stagnates.

Kindness?

How could he treat her, what kindness did he have!

Turning to the next page, there is a big mountain on the top of the car buried in the soil. The girl's eyes of hope and joy are fixed on a hand on the screen, a hand with a cinnabar mole.

"The encounter that year, there was no wind, no rain, no sound, you branded a cinnabar mole in my heart, and gave me a new journey in life.

Little brother, I have been looking for you for a long time, and finally, let me find you.

For the rest of my life, I will protect you with my life, I only hope that you are safe and sound. "

Gu Qinghan tremblingly raised his left hand.

The red mole on the palm is conspicuous and eye-catching, but it is not the hand in the painting.

His mole grows on his left hand!

He tugged at his hair painfully.

It turned out that she also admitted to the wrong person that year!

He is also a shameless person who occupies the magpie's nest and pretends to be kind!

No wonder Jian Zhen said that year: "Little brother, I finally found you..."

But what she was looking for was not him at all!

No, no, Jane Zhen, the cinnabar mole in your heart is me, and it can only be me!

Gu Qinghan calmed down, pressed his aching stomach, put down the album, got up and drank the medicine placed by the bed, picked up the album again, and sat down beside the bed.

In any case, this is left by Jane Zhen, and he must read it.

No matter what kind of abyss these contents will drive him into, he will persist to the end.

"Does my little brother not remember me? I gave him flowers, but he scolded me, saying that I... I didn't learn well at a young age.

However, he was also right.

I am still young, I should study hard and make progress every day. As for the kindness, I can repay it in other ways.

Those beautiful flowers are just my favorite. "

The bouquet on the screen is not as bright and eye-catching as real flowers, but it makes Gu Qinghan feel sad even more.

He stretched out his slender fingers to caress the bouquet by himself.

Jane Zhen, if time goes back, let me send you flowers, okay?

"I haven't seen my little brother for a long time. Recently, I don't know if he has a good meal and a good rest?

My sister-in-law and I have learned cooking skills for several months. Grandpa said that I have the qualities of a cook.

Hee hee, I don't.

My food, I will only make it for the people I like.

After counting, I don't like many people. Grandpa is the first, and Zhang Bo, Lisao, um, my little brother is also counted. "

"Wow, my little brother used to live here.

It's not bad, but it's smaller than my house, and the scenery is naturally much worse.

However, where there is a little brother, it is heaven. "

"Assistant He said, my little brother has a bad stomach, which is a big deal.

No, I have to formulate a recipe for nourishing the stomach, and try to let my little brother eat the same kind of food every day. "

On the next sheet of paper, there are several pages full of recipes.

"Morning: whole wheat bread, boiled eggs, milk, millet porridge, yam porridge, oatmeal, etc.

My little brother loves to eat shrimp. In the evening, he can drink mushroom and shrimp porridge, shrimp and tofu soup, fresh shrimp and pork ribs porridge, winter melon and scallop soup, etc.

As for lunch, I have to find a way to deliver it to him.

Huai yam fried with honey, carrot and yam chicken gizzard, sweet potato rice, and stir-fried spinach..."

There are several pages of recipes, which record in detail his tastes and preferences, as well as food avoidance, all of which are carefully annotated.

Looking at those words, Gu Qinghan could imagine Jane Zhen biting the tip of her pen, lying in front of the table thinking hard and earnestly.

Heh, he finally lost, lost the woman who devoted all her blood to him for him.

She is so dedicated to one person's good, regardless of being a wealthy young lady, she racks her brains and plans all this for a person whom she admits to be wrong.

Maybe, she never thought about getting anything from him, maybe, in her immature heart, she didn't know what feelings were except for repaying gratitude.

Thinking up to this point, Gu Qinghan quickly denied it.

No, she has her own in her heart, and she must have her own.

Otherwise, even if there is a glimmer of hope, she would not leave her.

Heart trembling.

Jane Zhen, you love me, right?