Fang Zhiqiang's fingers were trembling as he clicked through the text messages.

Uncle, I'm sorry. I know you and Qiangzi are back in Shanghai, but I can't keep my word and chat with you and eat the food you cooked. I'm sorry. This is a very early one, the day they just came back.

Uncle, how is your health? Are you still able to adapt to Shanghai? Qiangzi has to go to work every day and won’t you be bored without anyone to accompany you? I really want to see you, but I can’t. I also want to call you.

But the reality is that I don’t even dare to answer the phone because I’m afraid I won’t be able to help crying... and even more afraid that I won’t be able to help seeing you. You said you don’t know how to read, and you don’t know how to use a mobile phone, so

You won't see the information I give you, I'll just talk to you like this.

Uncle, I really want to tell you not to call me anymore... Every time I see your phone call, it is the most painful and confusing time for me. I miss you so much, I miss Qiangzi, and I miss Wuwu when I was in Sichuan.

A carefree life...

I really wanted to see Qiangzi. At work today, I made a long circuit to the downstairs of Jiajia Company, but I didn’t have the courage to go up. I was afraid that seeing him would invalidate all my persistence these days...

But I really don’t know how long I can hold on. I feel like I’m living like a walking zombie in my heart every day. Maybe I’m even more miserable than them, because they don’t feel pain, and they won’t be filled with the pain of separation like me.

Sometimes I also resent Qiangzi, why can't he take the initiative and like me more? Why didn't he come to me? But think about it, maybe this way, maybe I will slowly give up and forget about him. But I

I don’t know how long it will take...

Uncle, I'm sorry, I may really have no way to marry Qiangzi, and I won't be able to see you in the future. I may have to marry someone else, because, if I don't do this, there is no way I can forget Qiangzi,

There is no way to give up on him. I said I will wait for him forever... In my heart, he will always be mine.

The person I love the most. If the person I marry in the end is not him, then it doesn’t matter who it is. But now, I don’t know how far eternity is, and how far I can go in life without him. That jade plaque,

I don't know whether I should return it to you or what...but I really want to keep it selfishly. Only it can accompany me.

There are many more, all of which are daily greetings to Fang Zhiqiang's father, asking how he is doing, almost every day. Fang Zhiqiang can almost imagine how Li Xiaoxiao cried and sent messages in the dead of night.

With her parents on one side and the person she loves most deeply on the other, Li Xiaoxiao has been forced by reality to the point where she has no choice or retreat. She can only endure such pain and suffering. She has no way to vent and release it, so she can only use this method.

, speaking silently.

Fang Zhiqiang's father waited for a long time, looked at Fang Zhiqiang's stunned look, and asked him doubtfully: Is it Xiaoxiao? Her two words, I looked like, does this number have a name, or did she give it to me?

Saved. What does she have?

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a long time and smiled at his father. Only he could understand the bitterness in that smile: She just asked you if you are feeling better, and kept repeating the question. Nothing else.

He said feebly. There was really no way to explain it to his father. Could it be that he wanted to say that Li Xiaoxiao was feeling particularly uncomfortable right now and that every message he sent made him miss them?

It's nothing. Fang Zhiqiang repeated it feebly, as if telling himself.

My father didn't speak, but there was an obvious look of disappointment on his face. After a while, he nodded, said "Oh", and turned his attention back to the TV.

Fang Zhiqiang stood in the living room, and suddenly he felt at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he stood blankly. What came to his mind was that it was the first time he came to this room a long time ago.

At that time, he was still a little courier and didn't know Li Xiaoxiao's identity. Li Xiaoxiao almost deceived him and hurriedly found something to send to him.

Fang Zhiqiang, let me ask you a final question. Do you really not know me?

Li Xiaoxiao's clear and sweet voice seemed to still be in her ears, and the sunshine that afternoon fell on her face. She pointed at her face, asking him to see it clearly and remember it. But he didn't recognize it at all, standing there

I don’t know who the girl in front of me is, and I don’t know how many entanglements they will have in the future, and how deep the pain will be.

Fang Zhiqiang himself never thought that he had never forgotten the memories and trivial things from so long ago, but he had never thought of them. Now, every bit of them seemed to be in his mind. Directly like

When the floodgate was opened, the flood of memories surged down. He had a fight with Bald Head and was hospitalized. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was almost kidnapped by Li Xiaoxiao and the others and brought here. Li Xiaoxiao bought him a lot of ingredients and made soup for him early in the morning.

He sent it over. Earlier, Liu Yan borrowed Li Xiaoxiao's house from Lao Bi. He reluctantly came over to help move, but found a book that Li Xiaoxiao had sent from him in the living room, so he asked Li Xiaoxiao for help.

Xiaoxiao Xingshi asked the crime, but saw

Li Xiaoxiao was packing her underwear... The scene of the two people laughing and playing here was right in front of him. Even now, he still clearly remembers where the magazines were placed and what the furnishings of the room were at that time.

When did it start? Li Xiaoxiao had already taken root in his heart, and it was still growing tenaciously.

Is the person in his life really Li Xiaoxiao? If so, why do he miss it again and again? Could this be the twists and turns God set for him to test his love? But God really did not let him

Is he happy and planning to make Li Xiaoxiao happy?

The king of heaven is evil, the peach blossom is evil. These words pop into my head again and again. The old fortune teller said that his marriage is an unsolvable disaster.

If this is really the case, then what else is he trying to do? It will only increase Li Xiaoxiao's pain and troubles in vain; but on the other side, Wang Xia's words in the afternoon are still hitting him word by word, making him restless.

I searched a thousand times but couldn't find an answer.

Fang Zhiqiang couldn't sit still. He had no way to stay in this room full of Li Xiaoxiao's aura and figure. He picked up the car keys: Dad, I have something to go out for.
Chapter completed!