MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 1
Chapter One
When it came out of the hospital, it snowed, and the cold snow fell on the face of He Zhishu with a cold wind. He was slow to realize that it seemed to be winter again.
The winter in Beijing is really cold. He Zhishu Mumu's hand-tidyed the scarf, and his hands were screwed with a few wrinkled test sheets. The heart is colder.
He stood under the stop sign and waited for the bus that didn't know when he could have it. His fingers were frozen and white. He took out the skilled dial-up of the mobile phone and dialed it after the automatic answer-up, but over and over again. Finally no one answered.
He Zhishu left the papers in groups and left them to the garbage bin.
After more than half an hour, I finally came to the bus, and the car was rare. He Zhishu put his forehead on the glass window and dialed the phone again. This time someone picked it up.
"It's snowing today, winter." Fourteen years. The voice of He Zhishu was gentle and gentle, but the tears could not stop climbing.
Jiang Wenxu made a squeaking gesture from the little girl around him. He felt that it was annoying to say that He Zhishu’s words were like a mute. "Is there something? I am working overtime."
"Will you come back to eat at night? You haven't been back home for a long time." He Zhishu rubbed the silver ring on his right hand ring finger over his face, watching tears dripping on the back of his hand.
Jiang Wenxu feels that today’s He Zhishu is very strange. This is an intuition. After all, they have been together for fourteen years: "What happened to you?"
He Zhishu did not answer, but he asked very patiently: "Is it coming back at night? I should eat dumplings in the snow, I will give you a bag."
"I really can't come back," Jiang Wenxu began to get a little annoyed. He said that his attitude was not salty or not, and he let his appetite: "You don't pack it yourself, I let Xiao Song give you a copy, I will Hang up, busy."
He Zhishu listened to the busy tone of the mobile phone, and his heart hurt so much. He was as rigid as a slow-moving button into his pocket.
How can there be no time for the company to even go home for dinner with the boss?
Jiang Wenxu is outside, how could he not know?
Four years ago, Jiang Wenxu’s heart was wild, and sensitive intelligence such as He Zhishu could not be noticed. It’s just that He Zhishu’s eyes have always been closed. He doesn’t care, he doesn’t dare to say it, but he’s afraid that once he’s clarified, there’s no prosperity on the face. It is not the so-called love of hormonal excessive impulse in childhood. It is his ten years of dedication and habit. How can tolerance not be done?
He knows that he deceives himself. He can't smell the perfume that belongs to a woman in Jiang Wenxu's body. He can't see the lipstick printed on the neckline of Jiang Wenxu's suit shirt. He can't understand the excuse of his favorite man not at home.
They used to love each other so much, why is it now like this? They clearly know that even the hard time of the first few years of hard work has come.
When I got to the station, He knows that he got off the bus, or the man with a gentle face and no publicity. He just had a little red eyes and his face was too white.
He didn't buy food, and now He knows that there is no appetite. He has been so hard today to beg Jiang Wenxu to go home... Because He Zhishu really doesn't know, he can still eat dumplings with Jiang Wenxu in the first snowy night next year.
Song assistant came very quickly. The man in the suit seemed to be coming out of the company. He handed the food box very reverently and shouted Mr. He.
He knows that he is embarrassed to wave his hand: "I will handle the things in the company in the future. Don't be crushed by Jiang Wenxu every day to do these errands."
Song assistant smiled and said: "The assistant is what to do and live, and the hard work can not stand the high salary." He and He Zhishu chatted a few words and left.
After Song’s assistant left, He Zhishu sat on the round table and kept a small box of dumplings motionless.
In the first thirteen years, there were two people around the table. In the past ten years, this table was filled with flour and stuffing. Jiang Wenxu accompanied him to pack, and the childish bag was filled with a lot of candy coins. He always complained that he was blessed by He Zhishu. If he had less bag, he would even grab it. Not enough.
He Zhishu used to take a pair of paper towels to wipe the frequent nosebleeds. He Zhishu finally understood why he was so ill, and his blessings were not given to Jiang Wenxu early? Every dumpling with Fu was all silently fished to Jiang Wenxu. So he has no blessings.
He only ate four of the dumplings, and the four seasons were safe. Four were enough. He knows what he thinks, he has some low-grade fever, the low pressure of emotion makes him very tired, just sleep, the heartache will be grated in the long-term heartache will be grinded in the long sleep, smashed into more turbulent lonely.
