Bound love

Bo Xiyan's voice was very soft, and the cautious Duan Qiya couldn't hear it, but he still lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoe quietly, making it impossible to see what was going on in his heart.

"Please don't be like this..."

Can't help holding Qi Ya's hands, Bo Xiyan really felt uneasy.

The fingertips in the palm are so cold, and Qi Ya looks like this, so he can't help wondering whether his original choice was correct. In fact, he didn't know that Qi Ya was born in a foreign country because he had nowhere to escape.

It's just that there is no option other than silence...

The two of them just stayed there quietly, neither of them moving a bit until three o'clock in the afternoon, when Bo Xiyan finally opened his mouth a little too much.

"Qiya... Do you want to eat something? If you don't eat like this, your stomach will go bad."

"I want to go out." It was a calm voice that responded to him.

"But your body..."

When I saw him in the morning, he obviously couldn't even stand upright.

"I want to go out."

Raising her head, Duan Qiya looked at Bo Xiyan with calm and persistent eyes, making Bo Xiyan silent for a while.

After a long silence, Bo Xiyan compromised.

"I'll accompany you."

This time Duan Qiya didn't refuse, but stood up slowly, straightened her underwear, and walked out the door.

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In the evening, there were a lot of people on the street, densely clustered beside the dazzling and charming floats, while Duan Qiya's hand was tightly held by Bo Xiyan, walking through the crowd, experiencing this rare exotic atmosphere.

Because he was afraid that Qiya would not be able to adapt to such a crowded crowd, Bo Xiyan was very cautious during the whole parade, using his generous body to block a large number of crowds for Qiya, but unfortunately Duan Qiya still behaved extremely uncomfortable. After shaking on the street twice, his legs became weaker, and he fell to the ground.

"Qiya, are you alright?"

Picking up Duan Qiya who was limp on the ground, Bo Xiyan was terrified by him, immediately picked him up horizontally, and quickly moved him to a low stool beside him to sit down.

Looking at Duan Qiya on the low stool, Bo Xiyan frowned, just wanting to quickly take him away from this crowded place.

"Qiya, can you still go?"

After observing the surrounding terrain, Bo Xiyan tightened his collar for him.

The winter in Paris is notoriously cold, especially Qi Ya is in this situation now, which makes him more worried about his physical condition. Fortunately, the place where the parade is not far from where they live, as long as they walk two You can go back to the hotel where they are staying.

"Ah chirp!" Nodding, Duan Qiya sniffed, seeing that Bo Xiyan frowned even tighter, took off his coat without saying a word, and put it on Qiya.

"Xiaoyan..." Sniffing, Duan Qiya raised her head.

"Ok?"

"Can you buy me a cup of coffee? I'm cold..."

Looking at Duan Qiya worriedly, Bo Xiyan stood up and looked around.

"Then you sit here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Watching Bo Xiyan climb into the coffee shop across the street, Duan Qiya rubbed his shoulders with his hands, quickly walked to the small newsstand next to the low stool, and asked the newspaper seller to pass a message to Bo Xi for him in proficient French Yan, while he himself walked in the opposite direction from the hotel.

Duan Qiya admits that he is very timid and selfish. In order to escape Xiao Yan, he does not hesitate to pretend to be sick, but his nature is like this, especially after what happened yesterday, he has no other choice but to escape room.

He knew that Xiaoyan liked him, and he loved him very much, but the more he was like this, the more painful he felt.

It feels good to be held in his arms and in the palm of his hand, but Xiaoyan really looks like his master and mother, so that every time he sees Xiaoyan's face, he will think of 15 years ago. The night before, I thought of my own sins.

Walking, Duan Qiya came to the door of a gallery.

It is said to be a gallery, but it is actually just a dilapidated small shop. There are a few old oil paintings in front of the old window, but Duan Qiya's heart is moved and he walks in.

"welcome."

What greeted me was an old woman with gray hair.

The years have left deep marks on her face, but the smile is still charming, and Duan Qiya only feels warm in her heart, just like the gentle and loving smile of her grandmother when she was young.

"Hello." Nodding politely to the old lady, Duan Qiya looked around the shop for a week, and finally stopped in front of a painting depicting the scene of World War II.

"Nowadays few people are interested in paintings of this kind of subject matter."

The old lady walked to Duan Qiya's side with slow steps.

"En." Replied lightly, even Duan Qiya didn't understand why she was interested in such an old oil painting with gray tones.

Listening attentively to the old woman's explanation, Duan Qiya suddenly heard a mocking voice, followed by an old muffled hum.

"Sorry, wait for me." Hearing the movement in the room, the old woman smiled apologetically at Duan Qiya, and then hurried into the back room.

Watching the old lady enter the house, Duan Qiya turned her head and continued to look at the oil painting. Not long after, she heard the old lady's cry, which seemed so obvious and abrupt in this deserted shop.

Walking into the inner room worriedly, what Duan Qiya saw was an old man lying on the ground, and an old woman trying to help him up.

With a quick step, Duan Qiya hurriedly helped the old man back to the wheelchair, and unintentionally left the old man's two empty trouser legs

26 Do you want to hear my story

"he……"

Looking at the old man sitting back in the wheelchair, Duan Qiya showed a little surprise in his eyes, and finally fell silent.

"He's my wife."

Looking at the old man in the wheelchair, the old woman's eyes were extremely gentle, and the light in her pupils was a deep love that did not match her age.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't continue to greet you today..."

Turning her head, the old lady looked at the mess in the room, and smiled apologetically at Duan Qiya:

"I'm going to tidy up the room first, and I'm going to go shopping with him later."

As she said that, the old woman got busy by herself, and while pushing the old man aside, she picked up the small photo album that the old man knocked over just now, and put it back on the top of the cabinet.

Seeing that the old woman had to pack so many things by herself, Duan Qiya couldn't bear it, so she took the initiative to speak.

"If you don't mind, let me help you..."

"Thank you in advance."

"you are welcome."

The corners of her mouth curled up, while Duan Qiya was cleaning, she peeked at the crooked back of the old woman.

Judging from the appearance of the old woman, she should be over 80 years old this year.

Perhaps it was because of her age that the old woman was always a little slow in doing things, but the old man sitting on the side just looked at his wife's back quietly from the beginning to the end, and didn't even say a word.

Facing such an old man, Duan Qiya didn't say anything, but he was inevitably a little angry in his heart.

Although it is very miserable for a person to lose his legs, the old man does not know how to cherish the person in front of him. He sees his first wife working hard for him, but he is stingy to say "Thanks for your hard work".

Thinking of this, Duan Qiya couldn't help but feel worthless for the old woman, but the old woman seemed to see what he was thinking, and opened her mouth slowly.

"He has Alzheimer's. Hasn't spoken for a long time..."

Hearing the old woman's words, Duan Qiya didn't expect that it was because of this, she didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only look at the old woman with apologetic eyes, begging for her forgiveness.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was going to be..."

Seeing such a young man, the old woman smiled slightly, waved her hands, and put a heavy cotton-padded jacket and a scarf on the old man from the back of a chair not far away.

"This kind of thing is nothing, besides, those who don't know are innocent, and he will definitely not blame you..."

The eyes of the old woman are very gentle, and the eyes of looking at the old man are full of attachment, and it is such a look that makes Duan Qiya's soul tremble, just because the old woman looks at the old man with this kind of eyes, I can often Seeing through Kohiko's eyes...

"Okay, let's get out, Al."

Saying something into the ear of the old man, the old lady slowly pushed up the wheelchair, her staggering gait was very distressing in Duan Qiya's eyes.

"I'll still come."

Taking the initiative to hold the handle of the wheelchair, Duan Qiya pushed the old man to the door, while the old woman walked beside the old man, tucking his collar tightly for him from time to time.

Along the way, Duan Qiya watched the interaction between the two old people clearly, and was filled with emotion in her heart.

Unable to bear the touch in her heart, Duan Qiya said in an extremely envious tone:

"The relationship between the two is really good."

Turning around, the old woman looked at Duan Qiya with a smile.

"Why do you envy others? You should also have someone you love deeply and also love you deeply, right?"

Hearing the old woman's words, Duan Qiya suddenly thought of Xiaoyan.

He must be very worried that he ran away so silently...

Thinking of this, Duan Qiya showed a lonely and uneasy expression on his face, and the old woman's voice echoed in his ears at this moment.

"Hehe, don't look at how loving we are now, we were deadly enemies before."

"Eh?"

Putting the bought things into the kitchen, the old woman brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Duan Qiya.

"If you're free, would you like to come and listen to our story?"

After hesitating for a moment, Duan Qiya nodded.

"Ah."

Sitting on the chair, Duan Qiya took a sip of hot tea, her whole body instantly felt much warmer, and even her hesitant heart inexplicably became much calmer.

"I met him during World War II.