The night outside is still so beautiful, still so deep, so charming, but inside the car, the face is still haggard, and the thoughts are haggard...
Mo Peihang increased the accelerator and drove towards the kindergarten where they had stayed together when they were children.
Yes, he was going to take her to the kindergarten with him, the kindergarten that they were both familiar with, the kindergarten that recorded their childhood memories.
There are his memories, Xia Chenxuan's memories, and Ye Jintian's memories.
Mo Peihang knew that Xia Chenxuan fell in love with Leng Yifeng and was emotionally attracted to Leng Yifeng. At the beginning, he also saw that Xia Chenxuan was so in love with Ye Jintian, so emotional and in love with Ye Jintian.
How envious and jealous he was of Ye Jintian, and how much he hoped that the person living in Xia Chenxuan's heart was him. However, after Ye Jintian was relieved in her heart, she still could not hold him in her heart.
Instead, he pretended to be another man. Perhaps, it should be said, from the moment he met Ye Jintian, Mo Peihang understood
In fact, meeting Ye Jintian only resolved Xia Chenxuan's stubborn heart. In fact, that heart had already fallen in love with someone else unknowingly, and fell in love with Leng Yifeng, but Xia Chenxuan failed to notice it.
She didn't think about it, she didn't admit it, because at that time, her heart was only looking for Ye Jintian. It was just that belief, just that persistence, and love. Maybe it was already misty, but she couldn't notice it.
Inexplicably, while staring at Xia Chenxuan's sad back, Mo Peihang really wanted to hug her, give her comfort, and give her warmth.
But, he knew that that warmth did not belong to him
I took her to the kindergarten with me because I wanted to use the memory of her childhood to disrupt her sad mood. Thinking of her childhood and her innocent play might cover up some of her sadness.
Also, when he was staring at her back, he really wanted to go back to his childhood. If he could go back to his childhood, he would definitely not help You Jiaqi or help You Jiaqi design Xia Chenxuan.
Even though it was unintentional, I still took care of it...
If he hadn't been soft-hearted and helped Yu Jiaqi when he was a child, then the person who was adopted at that time was Xia Chenxuan. Then, there would be no present now?
Then, Xia Chenxuan's life pattern will change, and it will be very different from what it is now.
Then, maybe we wouldn’t have met, let alone fallen in love with Leng Yifeng
Then, there will be no more sadness now
The car looked so sad in this silent night, and drove out such a sad melody...
Full of memory factors, at this moment, there is silence and loneliness here. There are no children, no orphans, and no scenes from that time.
Here, it's deserted
This is the address of the original kindergarten. The new kindergarten has moved here.
It's just that their memories are still here
The childhood playfulness at that time, the innocence and romance at that time...
Xia Chenxuan's eyes were a little blurry. She stretched out her hand to rub her drunken eyes and got out of the car. She stared at the scene in front of her. The kindergarten already looked so old. It was still the same as it was back then. It just didn't change.
Stained with a layer of traces of time
Colored with an old and sad melody
Once, she imagined that when she became an adult, if she came back here again, she would hold the hand of her beloved and come back. At that time, in her heart, she thought that the beloved was Ye Jintian
So, she fantasized about coming here with Ye Jintian, reminiscing together, indulging in the beauty of her childhood, and nostalgic for the beautiful butterfly specimen she gave him when she was a child, and he gave her a double-layered ceramic cup, and she looked at him like a baby.
In his arms, he caressed her hair...
Then, her fantasy, after letting go of her love for Ye Jintian, was about Leng Yifeng
But, before I had time to enjoy my beautiful fantasy, it was shattered
Like beautiful soap bubbles, they have faded before they shine brightly. Like beautiful fireworks, they fall to dust before they shine brightly.
She had imagined that her beloved would accompany her, but it turned out that the person accompanying her was someone else, a man she had never imagined.
This man is standing behind her and silently liking her. How could Xia Chenxuan not know?
His love moved her so much
Although she really wanted the man in front of her to love her good sister Xiao Shuilan, because Xia Chenxuan knew that Xiao Shuilan liked Mo Peihang and was in love with Mo Peihang, so she wanted them to fall in love.
But, although, even though, let her be selfish for once
Tonight, she occupied Mo Peihang
She really wanted to lean on Mo Peihang's shoulder and cry bitterly, loudly and without caring.
Mo Peihang had insight into Xia Chenxuan's thoughts. He loved her, so naturally he could detect every movement and every expression she made, even if it was subtle.
He smiled tenderly, took her hand, and walked towards the playground.
The two sat side by side. Mo Peihang looked at Xia Chenxuan tenderly and said, "Chenxuan, cry if you want to. Come here, I will lend you my shoulder to lean on!"
He can always move her
It was the same last time when she was downstairs, and it's even more true now.
What else does she have to worry about?
Tears fell on his shoulder, drop by drop, like pearls, strung together in a line, composing the track of tears and the sublimation of sadness...
Even the horizon can't help crying
The dark clouds appeared, covering the shining light of the stars, like a deep sandalwood mouth, deep, deep, deep and low...
God doesn't do anything beautiful, but God also worries about people.
Looking at Xia Chenxuan's tears, Mo Peihang had an impulse. This impulse was to wipe away her tears with his lips. Her tears were too crystal clear, too cold, so crystal clear that they were dazzling, and so cold that they were pitiful.
This kind of dazzling pity makes people have an impulse
It also makes men have an impulse
This is a primitive, the most primitive impulse, but it is also mixed with love, mixed with that kind of deep love.