The car that was supposed to be driven to the company somehow ended up at Dayi Jingyuan; the place she had been to so many times was her home.
It was a spring morning, it was time to go to work; looking at the busy figures passing by the car one by one, Yan Zisong could only pinch his eyebrows feebly. What's the use of waiting here? Even if she comes out, you
Can you go up and hold her?
Holding tightly in his hand is a DNA test result of his father and Qin Xiaoman that he just got. It is not difficult to get the hair of these two people. The hard part is the three days of waiting; the report takes ten minutes.
It had been looked at countless times and was already wrinkled.
If three days ago, I still had any illusions in my heart, in front of this thin piece of paper, even my last wish to beg God for mercy was ruthlessly shattered.
Gradually, the people rushing to work had almost left; the neat front of the building became increasingly deserted. The man sitting in the car was just reluctant to leave.
I don't know how much time passed, but I saw the familiar figure Tingting walking out of the door. Yan Zisong's heart froze, but he could no longer look away.
She was dressed neatly and neatly, which could even be called simple; she wore a light yellow long-sleeved shirt with an oval collar, and only a cardigan sweater of the same color on top.
There is no trace of sculpture on the fair face; it is still like when he was in school, with a ponytail, and the scattered hair on his forehead is blown by the breeze, entwining the man's heart.
Quietly watching her walk out of the community and hailing a taxi at the door; Yan Zisong almost subconsciously started the car and followed her. He didn't know what he was going to do with her; he didn't have the energy to think...
My eyes were fixed on her back reflected in the rear window of the taxi, quiet and indifferent; I finally figured out why she lost so much weight in the period before the breakup!
A pair of eyes that were originally tender and full of hope were always filled with sadness and despair that people couldn't bear to recall. Wisps of clear smoke floated far away from the fingertips. Through the haze, Yan Zisong actually thought of him.
The time I got into a car accident and was hospitalized.
Because he felt sorry for him, he had to go to school to see her every week. In order to give him more time to rest under the dual pressure of schoolwork and work, and not to let the accident of fatigue driving happen again, the girl who had been holding back and refused to speak just...
Silently, I fly back once a month.
She has never said this, and neither has he... But God knows how much she feels sorry for him, and he feels even more distressed!
The taxi stopped on a street crowded with shops. The woman walked into a wedding supplies store. When she came out, she was carrying two heavy bags of corsages, balloons and other sundries in her hands. Watching her carry her bags,
Looking around on the roadside waiting for the bus, Yan Zisong once again furrowed his eyebrows feebly.
She got married herself, but she was asked to get these things?!
He scratched his hair irritably and secretly scolded the would-be couple.
When he hesitated and wanted to drive over, the woman had already stopped a car and followed him aimlessly. Yan Zisong felt that something was wrong with him.