The tangle after lingering

After kindergarten, on the way home, Zhenxi raised his head and looked at the piece of sky above his head that was dyed orange by the street lamps, and snowflakes were falling again.

He suddenly tugged at the corner of Li Xiaoyou's clothes and asked, "Mom, shall we go to the hospital to see Auntie Manya later?"

"Well, does Zhenxi miss Aunt Manya?"

The child nodded vigorously, "Yes! I even brought Auntie Manya a Christmas present."

Li Xiaoyou smiled and touched Zhenxi's head, but unexpectedly touched the wound on her little finger, "Hiss..." blood slowly seeped out.

"Mom, what did you do?" Zhenxi stared wide-eyed, her little face full of panic.

Li Xiaoyou smiled, and said comfortingly: "I was accidentally stepped on by an aunt when I was cleaning today, but it's okay, mom has Zhenxi to blow, as long as Zhenxi blows, mom's wound will heal immediately. "

Hearing his mother's words, the innocent child immediately raised his blood-oozing little finger, arched his mouth and blew carefully.

Li Xiaoyou looked down at the innocent Zhenxi, with a gratified and happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

And at this moment, a black car that seemed to have been seen before passed by their mother and son. A gust of cold wind passed by the rear of the car, bringing a gust of fluttering snowflakes. It was beautiful but cold, and it belonged to the taste of winter.

Lite cast his eyes scatteredly on the rearview mirror outside the car window, and suddenly found that there was a person looking down at a child at the intersection passing by quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and the slender and slender figure, That smooth and capable hair, that bright and soft smile, are so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar.

Heart beating violently uncontrollably, Lite quickly slowed down the car, and involuntarily poked his head out of the car window, looking for the figure that could shock him in the endless stream of vehicles, but the familiar figure was no longer there. Slowly blend into the vast sea of ​​people, melting in the sunshine like snowflakes.

Just as Lite retracted his head, clutched the steering wheel and beat his feet and chest, a car sped up from the right side, and Pu Xinni, who was sitting in the co-pilot, shouted in panic: "Dad, be careful!!"

The harsh sound of brakes sounded in the snow all over the sky, and the steering wheel turned countless times before the car finally hit the trash can on the side of the road and stopped.

The sound of a child crying could be heard beside his ears, and the sound of violent heaving and heaving could be heard continuously from his chest. Cold sweat oozed from his back, and a warm liquid slowly slid down from his head and flowed to his mouth. Bitterness suddenly filled his mouth. Sour taste.

But he doesn't want to care about these things, and he doesn't plan to care about them. Compared with that familiar to unfamiliar figure, these are not important, not at all important! !

It must be her, it must be her who is standing on the side of the road smiling brightly at the child.

He was not mistaken, he was not mistaken, it was Li Xiaoyou!

The long-suppressed emotions burst at this moment, and the memories that he had worked hard to accumulate in his heart were raised again and again, touching his most fragile bottom line.

"Where is Xiaoyou? Xiaoyou is gone! The house, the house is all evacuated! Who can tell me where she went?!"

"Why didn't anyone tell me that so many things happened in the year I was away! How could it go bankrupt, how could such a big industry go bankrupt so easily!?"

"Paris, I'm going to Paris to find her! Also, and the president, he must know where Xiaoyou has gone!"

"Brother, it's useless, the company has been transferred to President Jin a month ago, President Li Xiuman has long since disappeared, Paris has also been seized, Xiao You and her parents should not appear again It's in people's sights."

His heart seemed to be tightly imprisoned by an invisible hand, and Lite was almost suffocated in heartache. He let go of the steering wheel, grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly, and suppressed the scars that had already formed in his heart from slowly being ruthlessly suffocated again. It hurts to tear.

The heart lake that had been calm for five years finally had ripples at that moment, which people couldn't bear to ignore and couldn't ignore!

That's Li Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou...

At this time, his pale face was comparable to the snowflakes falling outside the car, and the blood that was still slowly oozing from his forehead formed a sharp contrast with the snow-like complexion.

It seems that he has been deceiving himself and others all these years, simply thinking that heartache is like breathing, and when he gets used to it, he will gradually forget its existence.But, it does exist, doesn't it?Just when you encounter it again, it will give you a heavy blow without hesitation, leaving you powerless to resist.

as it is now...

The pain caused him to bite his lip with bloodstains...

☆, five