She was about to cry, but he, who had already joined the city team, took the trouble to practice with her one game after another.
The boy in his memory and the man in front of him overlapped again.
I don't know if it's because of guilt, but Jiang Shu has a sense of hard work and uncomplaining.
When Fu Shiyan's illness was about to recover, she took him to climb a mountain in the old house, which was open to tourists on weekdays.
It was still dark, there was almost no one on the plank road, and the autumn wind was cold. The two of them climbed to the top of the mountain and could overlook the thousands of lights in Haicheng.
Jiang Shu opened his lips and was amazed by the spectacular scenery.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, the sea level was white as fish belly, and the lights of thousands of houses were extinguished one by one. Fu Shiyan stood behind the woman, watching the sun jump out of the sky with her.
Red light covered the entire sky, Jiang Shu shivered from the cold, and she suddenly shouted: "Fu Shiyan."
"Um?"
Jiang Shu put his hands to his lips and shouted loudly toward the horizon, "It will be okay, right?"
There are echoes of her all around.ωωw..net
Fu Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and fell into her eyes full of hope.
He smiled, a real smile, his face relaxed and no longer tense, the ends of his eyes curled up, and his eyes became brighter.
When the sun rose in the sky, the two of them walked down the top of the mountain and returned to the old house. The servant waited for a long time: "Mr. Fu, someone is looking for you."
Fu Shiyan was holding his coat in his hand, and his face sank slightly.
In the study room, Wensu was taking Fu's director. She was dressed in white, and the gauze on her wrist had not been removed. She looked at the man in sportswear with some surprise.
"Ayan, no one can contact you, so the directors had no choice but to find me. I'm sorry." She said cautiously.
Fu Shiyan threw his coat on the sofa with no expression, "It should be."
"Are you feeling better?" Wensu clenched his fingers and was cautious again.
"What's wrong with me?" Fu Shiyan replied coldly, "It's okay, I'll help you."
The director had something to report to him. Wensu consciously left the study and walked to the corridor. He suddenly saw Jiang Shu sitting aside, peeling an orange in his hand.
Her fingers were as white as snow, and Wensu thought of a word: Delicate hands break new oranges.
"Are you leaving?" she asked bitterly, pointing to the bag Jiang Shu was carrying.
Only then did Jiang Shu seem to notice her and put a piece of orange into his mouth, "I've done what I have to do, of course I have to leave. Mr. Fu's fiancée, don't get me wrong."
Her tone was relaxed, as if she didn't care.
Wensu was suffering, "What...have you done in the past two days?"
Jiang Shu made a confused sound, and she smiled at Wensu: "Didn't he tell you?"
This beautiful and vivid smile made Wensu completely lost her mind. She shook her head, "No."
"Forget it, he will be angry if I tell you. You can ask yourself."
Wensu frowned hard and said, "Speak clearly."
Jiang Shu just chewed the orange slowly and said nothing.
"Jiang Shu, you are over it, right? I am his fiancée now. I beg you to stay away from him."
Jiang Shu raised his head after hearing the words full of unconfidence, "But if you can get divorced after getting married, what does your fiancée mean?"
As she listened, she felt that Wensu was begging her to stay away from her.
Wensu's face turned pale, and she raised her wrist, "Just because I almost died for him."
Jiang Shu calmly said: "Die? Life is the least valuable thing."
After saying that, Jiang Shu stood up and passed her, walking through the corridor alone.