The tangle after lingering

"Brother, how on earth do you drive?! Xinni's front teeth are all loose. The child is not yet old enough to replace her teeth. If all the front teeth fall out, her classmates will definitely laugh at her."

The woman's sharp complaints and accusations kept coming from his ears, and Lite fell on the sofa and frowned irritably, but he never said a word.

After the snow, Seoul turned into a strange glazed city. He leaned his head on the back of the sofa, looked out the window at the gray sky and white snow, lost in thought, and let his complicated thoughts run wild.

But the woman standing beside him and looking down at him seems to be very ignorant of his chaotic emotions, and she still tirelessly accuses him: "The child's mouth is completely swollen, and the doctor has stitched it up so much that the child's throat is so painful that he is crying." Dumb! Fortunately, I fastened my seat belt, otherwise nothing would have happened! Brother, you really disappoint me."

Yin Youxuan, who was so angry, turned to pull Lite's face, forcing him to look directly at her, she frowned and shouted: "Don't you know that your heart hurts!? It's your daughter who got hurt! "

Lite pushed the noisy woman away irritably, stood up, walked to the door and opened it, then slammed the door and walked out without looking back.

Walking alone on the road, in Lite’s eyes, this city is full of excitement wherever it goes, the streets are filled with a strong festive atmosphere, and the tall Christmas trees are full of wishes And wishes, showing a beautiful scene full of flowers.

But the excitement belongs to others, and all of this seems to have nothing to do with him.

Alone, walking aimlessly in this sleepless city, walking.

Unconsciously, he came to a villa, and when Lite realized something, he was already standing in front of the villa.

Standing in the shadow of the orange light, he looked up at this luxurious house that no one had visited for five years, feeling sour and bitter in his heart, but more of it was the longing that almost drove him to the edge of collapse.

Five years ago, you gave yourself to me here.

Five years later, you left me an empty house.

Five years ago, we wrestled and wheezed inside together.

Five years later, I was the only one left looking at the house in a daze.

Five years ago, we used to come and go here together.

Five years later, whenever I pass by here, I will stay there unconsciously for a while, and then breathe in your residual smell, looking for your silhouette.

Five years ago, I proposed to you.

Five years later, the wedding still hasn't happened.

Five years ago, I promised the president that I would give you happiness and not let you get hurt.

Five years later, I lost you.

Five years ago, you were a rich lady and I was a Hallyu entertainer.

Five years later, you became penniless, but my brothers and I started our own brokerage company.

Five years ago, you flew from Paris to Seoul just for a promise you made as a child.

Five years later, I haven't fulfilled any of the promises I made to you.

Five years ago, we had a child, but it was a pity that he passed away without seeing his parents.

Five years later, I became a father, but the child's mother is not you.

Five years ago, I was the one who slept with you in my arms.

Five years later, the person I hold in my arms is not you.

Five years ago, you said you would wait for me.

Five years later, the person who waited for me was not you.

Five years ago, I said, I love you.

Five years later, I'm still...

Lite's heart ached so much that his whole body trembled, his eyes were filled with the gushing water vapor, and his vision was blurred.Looking at the villa wrapped in the black night, the tears in the corners of my eyes finally slipped down slowly...

Standing there alone, the cold wind suddenly hit, and the hem of the black coat was raised high, patting Lite's body lightly.

At this moment, he looked so lonely and lonely, with a sadness engraved in his bones emanating, and the bright lights above his head became desolate and blurred.

Missing, nostalgia, forgetting, betrayal, and complicated emotions piled up together, making him confused about what he really wanted.

But today's glimpse and the still painful wound on his forehead made him fully understand that he has not let go of it all these years.

The previous smile, pressed on his face, was just a decoration, he had been pretending, pretending that he was happy, for everyone to see.

Although what he got was accusations and reproaches, he was still laughing wildly, desperately making out with other women, and trying his best to pamper the children born with other women.

In fact, crazily, desperately, hard-working, and the nostalgia and longing pressed to the bottom of my heart.

Slowly, missing has become a hobby, a habit that cannot be quit, and an unknown habit.

No one knew that he had missed her for five years.

☆, six