Chapter 141： (1/2)

"He dropped most of his work, left me all the time, spoke with me, wrote poems for me, drove me to work, read every book I published over the years, and asked people to record me for my children. Listen to the class one by one at home. I like Youmai vegetable, he set up a small vegetable garden, I like fish, he went fishing by the lake every day, and came back to cook soup ... He did the same for me, but he forgot a little-- "

Yan Ning sighed, "He is no longer Hongming twenty years ago."

Time will cultivate people's appearance day by day, as well as people's ideas and character. Twenty years is enough to repaint an unfamiliar face.

If two people are walking along the way, always holding hands and looking at each other from time to time, time will not dare to make a big deal. On the contrary, if you run counter to one another and leave it alone, you won't recognize anyone until the day when you look back and reunite.

Yan Ning lived in the ivory tower for a long time. At the age of forty or fifteen, she still cherished a red heart, which was almost the same as when she was young, but Zheng Hongming had gone too far.

He climbed all the way to the top in a circle full of calculations and murders. He had used many dirty methods, even disdain, and put it on the bright side. What he wanted was a frightening reputation for decisiveness. The corpses at the feet were piled up like mountains, and each one was a once-beautiful enterprise. Some of them were strangled to death when they first appeared, or they fell apart in the blood and rain.

Fierce, snobbish, and old-fashioned ...

These unacceptable characteristics of Yanning are inevitably integrated into Zheng Hongming's character. He wouldn't have to be such a person. If every evil thought came up, Yan Ning would pull him around.

But nothing if.

"Twenty years ago, Hongming wrote poems to me, and I was still awkward. I like them. But now, even if he looks at me with earnest eyes, I know in my heart that there is no soul between him Resonate. "

The stars are far-reaching, and they are as bright as lights.

Yan Ning looked at the night sky and said suddenly: "I remember the first time we met, I copied the poem on the blackboard, and he erased it again. The last sentence was written as follows: Make mistakes in youth.

"If he can wake up earlier, the first year, the second year, the third year ... I think I will forgive him. Unfortunately, twenty years is too long, what is the mood waiting on the sofa every night, I I don't remember it. Don't hate it, don't love it, forget it, just let it be. "

The old black-and-white photo was still lying on the coffee table, the moon was shining, the surface was bright, and the faces of the two young men were erased. Yan Ning looked at it too many times, even if she closed her eyes, she still remembered it.

What about a beautiful moment that has become eternal?

Reality still flows to the darkest empty valley, falling down, and then falling down, until it is drowned in thousands of similar sighs.

He An's eyes flushed, and he tried to tighten his lips tightly, but still "dropped" a tear.

He quickly lowered his head and wiped it with his back, pretending that he didn't cry.

Yan Ning laughed: "Good boy, don't be sad for me. Love is only a part of life. If you fail, you will fail. In my whole life, seriously, I am more successful.