Chapter 275 (1/2)

Jiang Kaiwei stands still. Xia Xiaowan scorns and smiles, and walks slowly with her skirt.

The botanical garden at the end of spring and the beginning of summer is full of beautiful scenery. But she didn't have the heart to look at it. She just walked forward, but she didn't know where she was going. Her feet hurt again. She leaned against the tree to rest, and her snow-white skirt was dragged to gray on the ground. Some grass scraps were wrapped around her. She thought it funny to wear millions of wedding dresses to visit the botanical garden, which was also self willed.

Aimless walk for a while, in front of a brandy tree. It turned out that here, her mouth slightly raised, she walked in, tall and upright brandy tree, white as jade flowers bloom in the branches, like countless white jade, and like groups of white pigeons waiting to fly, fragrance bursts, she took a deep breath, stopped under a tree.

She thought that she would never come here again, but she still came, not for Jiang Kaiwei. She knew very well that it was not for him, but just wanted to remember the green years and the beautiful and shy girl. Her laughter was as clear as a bell, and her figure came and went among the flowers and trees like a light deer. Her carefree time, however, could never go back.

In fact, she is not old. She is only twenty-eight years old. Her eyes are still clear and her skin is still smooth and delicate. She is mixed with a girl in her early twenties, and she has no sense of disobedience. But her heart was as old as eighty-two, full of holes, thick skin, and lifeless.

Her feet were squeezed by the sharp toe. She simply threw off her high-heeled shoes and stepped barefoot on the road paved with fine pebbles. The tiny stone chrome was on the sole of her feet, itching and slightly painful. She took a few steps and felt that she had adapted. Remembering that there was such a path in the garden at home, my father often stepped on it barefoot, which was called foot massage. When she got interested, she also accompanied her father to walk, but she often lost patience without a round trip. Now she walked slowly, but she felt as if she was feeling, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Because it was not the weekend or the morning, there were no other tourists. She was barefoot, wearing a white wedding dress, walking slowly through the flowers and trees in the fragrant snow sea. The sunlight poured on her like a fine golden sand, shining on the broken diamond in front of her chest, and the pink diamond on her head was even more dazzling. The soft light covered her white face, bringing out a kind of detailed and dignified, She did not look like a bride, but more like a princess, noble and beautiful.

Jiang Kaiwei stood under the tree, staring at her, she was still so beautiful, five years of time did not leave any trace on her body. Just more than before, a quiet beauty of years deep bloom, her quiet appearance is suffocating, also makes him heartache.

In the sanatorium full of the smell of disinfectant water, the lively and beautiful girl gradually lost her freshness and became quiet. She could keep a posture and sit quietly for most of the day, watching the time and flowers bloom outside the window. She can also make a scene for most of the day, like a trapped animal, and keep shouting until she is exhausted and hoarse. The wild and hoarse voice is full of grief, which makes people feel desolate.

He sat in the dark, staring at the roaring woman on the screen. As if a thousand arrows pierced his heart, the pain could not be suppressed, and finally he could not help crying. When he was young, his father taught him that a man should not shed tears when he has tears. Because tears are a sign of weakness. Therefore, he has never shed any tears since he can remember. Even if he was injured like that, he was so miserable that he punched the wall with his fists and bit the corners of his lips. He did not shed half a tear.

But in that night, he shed tears, the random tears crisscross his face, like a cold snake crawling, he insisted on watching the video.

After watching, he fell to the ground, crying like a wounded animal, whimpering and beating the floor.

He's wrong. He's wrong. Five years ago, he hated her like that. Now the truth is in front of him. Others know that he hates the wrong person. The most hateful one should be himself!

Remorse is like a poisonous snake, biting and torturing him.

Jiang Kaiwei heaved a heavy sigh. He was dazed from his memory. However, he saw Xia Xiaowan standing under the tree opposite him, looking at him blankly.

The man standing under the flower tree, long body jade stand, white clothing wins snow, similar scene let Xia Xiaowan suddenly some trance, as if time and space crisscross, bring her back to the beautiful once.

Two people just look at it like this, the wind, there are petals falling down, like a big white butterfly flying in the air, slowly falling on her head, he slowly came forward, gently picked off the petal, want to throw it on the ground, but Xia Xiaowan held his hand and took away the petal.

”Xiao Wan,” he called to her softly.

Xia Xiaowan raised his index finger, made a silent gesture, opened his arms, half raised his face, and closed his eyes.

He didn't know what she was going to do and looked at it inexplicably.

But she did nothing, just stood there, as if listening.

He thought of her medical history, his face changed and called her again: ”Xiao Wan.”

Xia Xiaowan ”hush” a, did not open his eyes, whispered: ”don't talk, listen!”

He also lowered his voice: ”listen to what?”

”The sound of the wind,” Xia Xiaowan said, ”and the sound of petals leaving flowers.”Jiang Kaiwei can't do such a strange thing at ordinary times, but he imitates her, opens his arms and closes his eyes.