Chapter Nineteen

  On the bus.

  Hu Lai saw the tall building behind him through the mirror.

  She's really a girl who makes your heart ache. Just like that, she's always picking at tiny little things, and if you're not careful, she'll pick out a small hole in you and make you bleed.

  She hugged the man with a bloody face. Their necks entwined like waterfowl, swirling around each other. She silently shed tears, gently rubbing against his face, crying heartbrokenly.

  She's like this... it makes people think of many things.

  One thousand and fifty years ago. Li Yu said: "The pear blossoms have fallen, spring is gone."

  In the past one thousand and fifty years, how many emperors and generals were born and died? How many wealthy CEOs became rich and then poor? How many pagodas collapsed? How many species went extinct? How many loves were foolish and heartbreaking? Someone is crying...

  One thousand and fifty years later. In the vast night, a woman hugged her beloved man, with red-rimmed eyes, murmuring: "The beauty of Linhua has faded with the spring, too fleeting. It's all because of the helpless arrival of cold rain in the morning and wind at night."

  She silently shed tears. It's a beautiful wound that can be given to you. Faintly smelling the white-headed wound of one night...

  Hu Lai took a deep breath. Both hands rested on the steering wheel. He drove steadily.

  "Don't cry. He won't be seriously hurt."

  She saw her struggling to lift her hand and wipe her face with her fingers in the mirror. Like a little kid.

  It's been a long time. I heard her say.

  "Haven't you remembered who I am yet?"

  Hú Lái shook his head. At this time, he was swinging a square tray with some amplitude as he turned the corner. He looked carefree and detached from worldly affairs.

  She wiped her face again and suddenly leaned over to pull his hem.

  He was taken aback for a moment.

  She was still holding onto the man. Sat in the back seat again. Leaning forward with some difficulty. What was she going to do... Like she wanted to scoop something up. But could only grab his hem.

  "What do you want." Hu Lai wants to drive. Can't turn back. Asked in a low voice.

  She pulled his hem with a slightly awkward posture. Looked up. "You park the car first." Had just cried. Eyes were red and puffy. Still had a sobbing tone.

  Hurry up, can't do. Had to pull over and stop the car.

  She turned back. She pulled his hem over to her side even more. Hu Lai had no choice but to twist his body and follow her as she slightly shifted her position.

  It turned out she wanted to put her hand into his military jacket's pocket.

  Touched for half a day.

  She looked up at him again, her eyes full of awkwardness. "Where's that handbag?"

  Left side. How did her hand get in there? Hu Lai had to take everything out of the left pocket and put it on the passenger seat.

  "What do you want."

  She looked up with a strained neck. Her eyes were getting more and more sorrowful... Finally, she shook her head, hugged Xiao Bai, and sank back into the chair. "No... it's all gone..." She seemed to be on the verge of tears again.

  Honestly.

  Tears fell again. But this time, she didn't let them flow freely. It was as if she was wronged, and yet, it was an unjustified cry. This kind of crying seemed like it shouldn't be happening. Yet, she felt heartbroken... Silently wiping away her tears with her hand.

  This is not called messing around with a guilty conscience. What does she want after all?

  "What do you want." She asked again with her body tilted to one side. She still shook her head. Wiping away tears, she didn't speak.

  Hú Lái sighed and had no choice but to turn back and continue driving.

  Is she intentionally making things difficult for you? What does she want anyway. Nonsense. I'm so frustrated...

  No trouble. No trouble. Yes. For her... also a reason for overnight whitening of hair...

  Soldiers certainly can't have just one set of military uniforms.

  One day, Hu Lai put on another set of military uniform. It was the same one he wore during his hospitalization. As he casually stuffed things into the left pocket of his jacket, he felt a piece of paper.

  Take it out and open it up.

  Full. Full up there.

  "I am a sheep. I am a sheep. I am a sheep..."

  The paper lay flat in his palm. He stared at it. Motionless.

  To the masters who came later, I'm extremely sorry. Because my damn writing computer screen has some issues, so it will take a while to get it back from repair. Some of your information is stored on it, and once I get the computer back, I'll send out the posters right away. It's been delayed for many days, please forgive me, please forgive me. Cough... Once again, curse that ghost screen.