Leng Xiao drank coffee, read a magazine, and looked at his watch from time to time.
On the opposite road, a bus had just pulled into the stop, and passengers were getting off the bus one after another. When the bus started again, there was a petite figure on the platform.
She was wearing a pink thin sweater with a hood, jeans, and sneakers, and her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail behind her head. She looked cute, smart, fresh and elegant, and looked like a high school student who had just finished school.
Her appearance made the small platform lively, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.
She quietly waited for the pedestrian light at the other end of the zebra crossing to turn green before crossing the road calmly.
She looked intently, as if she had no interest in anything. She was the only one in her world.
A car was crowded in a convoy waiting for a red light. When the person in the car saw her, his eyes suddenly gleamed, but the cars in front of him were blocked and he couldn't abandon the car on the road, so he took the car with him.
Unwilling and angry, he could only watch her cross the road, and the beautiful figure disappeared among the dazzling shops on the opposite side. He couldn't help but hit the steering wheel hard and cursed "shit"
From here is the nearest road to Leng's Building. After Zi Yang sent her out of the villa area, Qiu Mo took the bus here. She had no money, so Zi Yang gave her a thousand yuan and some change.
It was almost noon now, and she knew that the Chinese restaurant he often went to was around this street. He had taken her to eat there twice, and the food there was very to his liking.
She thought that if she kept waiting there, she might see him. Of course, even if she did see him, she could only hide in the dark and observe him quietly.
Next to the restaurant is a wedding dress shop. In City A, this is the largest and most famous store. It has the country's first-class designers and the most fashionable wedding dresses. It is the first choice for many wealthy people.
In the wedding dress shop, Murong Qianqian picked up the wedding dress, and the waiter enthusiastically suggested: "Miss Murong, I think you will look very beautiful in this wedding dress. Do you want to try it on?"
Wedding dresses seemed to be the dream of every beauty-loving woman, hoping to show her most beautiful moment in front of her lover. His proposal made Murong Qianqian's heart beat.
She was afraid that Leng Xiao would be impatient, so she walked over to ask for his opinion, "Leng Xiao, can I give it a try?"
Leng Xiao was focusing on the magazine at hand and nodded casually.
She was as happy as an inspired bird and happily followed the waiter to try on wedding dresses.
The sun shines lazily through the glass windows on the milky white floor, and the fragrance of various foods comes from the shops facing the street.
Opposite the walking path of the bridal shop, Qiu Mo stood under a retro-designed street lamp, looking at the figure sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window without blinking. His posture was lazy and his expression was focused, completely unaware of it.
she.
He is still so bright and dazzling, like a pearl, it can shine brightly no matter where it is placed. Behind him is a huge building, and he is like the protagonist in a painting, so beautiful that it is unreal.
Tears gradually filled her eyes. She held on to the street lamp beside her with one hand, and gently stretched out her other hand towards him, as if she could touch his handsome face even from a long distance away.
What I'm most afraid of is that things are different and people are not the same, so everything will stop and I will shed tears before I want to speak.
"Leng Xiao, do you look good?" Murong Qianqian, who put on her wedding dress, looked like an elf princess walking out of an elf cave. She was so beautiful that the waiters immediately praised her for her beauty. The compliments were endless, and there were several people around her.
When the bride-to-be who was trying on wedding dresses saw such a beautiful person, she felt a little ashamed and quietly retreated into the dressing room.
Leng Xiao raised his head from the backlight, and then glanced at her. There was no expression on his calm face, and he said casually: "It looks good."
In his eyes, there is only one woman who can amaze him. With her, others can only serve as foils, and his eyes will only stay for her in his life.
When Murong Qianqian, dressed in a white wedding dress, appeared in Qiu Mo's sight, she felt like she had been hit on the head with a stick. The dizziness made her limbs weak, and her fingertips seemed to be trembling uncontrollably. The bright sun was shining brightly.
She looked up, but she only felt cold, a slight chill growing from the soles of her feet and quickly spreading throughout her limbs.
When she saw the words "bridal shop", she was still wondering why Leng Xiao came to such a place. It was not until Murong Qianqian appeared that the doubts in her mind were solved. It turned out that he was accompanying Murong Qianqian.
She was trying on a wedding dress. It seemed that what Murong Qianqian said to her at the racecourse was true. They were really engaged and the wedding had been put on the agenda. He would marry someone else soon. The place around him was not
Only for her anymore.
Her heart throbbed, and her slender fingers held the cold iron pipe of the street lamp hard. Although she had known that this day would come, she still couldn't accept the fact. Call her selfish or jealous.
No matter what she did, she still loved him deeply in the deepest part of her heart, imagining that they could be happy forever. However, this was obviously the most perfect ending in her imagination, but when she saw it with her own eyes, her heart felt like it was blown by the autumn wind.
The wasteland that blew through was green and messy.
She clutched her aching chest and turned around slowly, but no matter how much strength she tried, her feet could not take the first step. Just like the legend she had heard, after death, people go to the underworld.
Crossing the Naihe Bridge, once you cross the Naihe Bridge, you will never see it again. No matter how beautiful it once was, it can only become a shadow in the river.
The street was very lively at noon, and most of them were company employees who came out to eat at noon. Because it was surrounded by commercial buildings, it also turned into a super large canteen.
Murong Qianqian went in to change clothes. Leng Xiao looked out the window with some annoyance. He didn't know why, but his left eye had been twitching since just now. Although he had never believed in evil, he was still disturbed.
The mood of reading.
The street lamps on the pedestrian street are all retro-style designs, with thick bases, tall figures, black main colors, and antique clocks. The rich European retro style blends seamlessly with the surrounding buildings.
He suddenly thought that Qiu Mo would definitely like such a unique street lamp.
Maybe because he was thinking of her, when he saw the shadow gradually walking away under the street lamp, he actually felt that her back was somewhat similar to Qiu Mo's. Just when he was about to see more clearly, four or five bank employees walked side by side.
They came over and blocked his sight. When they walked away, the shadow had disappeared.
Leng Xiao smiled self-deprecatingly. He must have missed her so much that he had such an illusion. How could Qiu Mo appear here at noon?