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Chapter 457: The Rain Has Stopped

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    The sound of rain outside the window suddenly became more violent. Even though the front wipers were flapping desperately, there was still no way to widen the view in front of the car.

    ¡ª¡ª"It seems that we can only stop for a while. There is a service area ahead, but there is probably no one there right now."

    After Wang Xiaoxiao didn't speak, it took a while for the driver to speak.

    No one in the car spoke anymore.

    The car soon stopped at the service area, but no one got out of the car.

    In this way, the atmosphere in the car became even more eerily quiet.

    ¡ª¡ª"Then what happened next?"

    Chu Lihua couldn't help but speak.

    Wang Xiaoxiao didn't speak either.

    Chu Lihua was a little embarrassing, she would have stopped talking if she knew about it.

    Unexpectedly, Chu Lihua thought so, and Wang Xiaoxiao continued her story.

    ¡ª¡ª"He wants to study finance, so I will change my major. It is really difficult for a liberal arts student to learn finance from the beginning. Fortunately, I am only a freshman and have three years to prepare. I believe he will be able to see it.  I am studying hard. I study very late every day. I go to the School of Finance to take classes, buy books by myself, and ask the teacher questions after class.

    Isn't it the graduate student of Professor X, I'll help you take the exam, remember to come back and see me if you pass the exam.

    Until one day, I borrowed a book, and the card had his borrowed name on it, but there was no signature when I returned it. I don¡¯t know who, with a pencil, wrote the two words "gone" in gray in the box.  .

    I held the book irresistibly, rushed into the toilet and cried, at that moment, I really realized and felt that he was dead, he was really dead, and he would never come back.

    The person who treated me best in this world is gone.

    Everything around me, everything about him, and everything left behind are relics, relics.

    During that time, I didn't know how I got here. My whole heart felt like it was being hollowed out, and I could hear echoes from my chest cavity when I drank water.

    I always think of him in everything I do, I don't know why God is so cruel, I even regret that I didn't give birth to him in the first place.

    So many unhappy marriages feel that children are a burden; but for the relationship that died young, children are the only thoughts, and it is the proof that he has existed and our love has existed.

    My roommate comforted me: "He is such a good person, if you really have children, he will leave uneasy."

    When I heard this, my nose was sore again.

    Sometimes, I would rather he cheated on me and broke up with me, married another woman and left forever, and I didn't want to be separated forever in this way.

    "Manchester by the Sea" said: Not all mistakes can be forgiven, and not all pains can be healed.  There are always things that time can't do anything about - such as love, such as longing.

    The heart-pounding longing tortured people to death, but only the monument in the cemetery remained.

    The king buried the mud in the spring to sell the bones, and I sent the world full of snow.

    No one can understand my pain at that time.

    Uncles and aunts heard that I was in poor condition, so they came to see me specially, gave me many photos of him when he was young, and told me many stories about his childhood.  From their mouths, I once again learned the whole picture of this man I love so much.  I think I want to live, to live well for his share.

    I was admitted to the * * University graduate school. Although I didn't go to Wall Street, I became an account manager in a stock exchange.  I am very busy every day, and I am really energetic in a suit. Everyone says I have a good temperament.

    I opened a coffee shop in their hometown, and my uncle and aunt are running it. There is an entire wall covered with his photos. I will help out whenever I am free. They treat me like their own daughter.

    Uncles and aunts gave me the love of my parents that I lacked.

    We loved the same man, and that bound us together ever since.

    I still remember every word he said.

    Without spending too much money, I built a new small western-style building for my parents in the countryside.  After so many years, when they saw me again, there was fear and humility in their unfamiliar eyes. They patted my hand awkwardly and praised a few words: "I'm promising."

    Grandma has passed away for more than eight years. Before she died, she said that the only person who is sorry in this life is me

    But he couldn't see any of these.

    He told me not to eat so much frozen food, no matter how tired I was, I would go home and cook properly; he wanted me to grow long hair for a long time, and I always thought it was troublesome to have bob hair, but now it is waist-length; he kept saying to have a look  ?In the Lunbeier Prairie, I lived alone in a yurt for ten days. Every time I went to a place, I took out his photo and took a group photo

    I was extremely envious of the ride to Shangri-La that was so popular on the Internet before.

    He said, in the future, he will definitely accompany me for a walk.

    I have never really let go of him for a moment, and I will eventually live in all the appearances he likes; I also learn to live well while thinking about him, as if he is always by my side

    After he left, a lot of things seemed to have changed, many dark memories were bathed in the sun again, and all the hurdles that I thought were sad disappeared.  I think it must be him silently guarding me in the sky.

    Over the years, I am no longer the timid, extremely inferior and self-respecting little girl who used love and departure to endow an unwelcome life with all the glory and meaning.  I carry all the good things he gave me, to feel and give love and warmth.

    Although seeing similar sudden death incidents, I will still be dragged into hell, breathless.  Because it was too sudden, because there was no time to react, because there was no mental preparation, and because I felt the same way.  But I always believe that remembering is the best commemoration of the dead.

    Some people say that a person will die three times in his life.  The first time is physical death, the moment when the doctor pronounces you dead; the second time is physical death, after being burned, there is no such person in the world anymore; the third time is when the last person who remembers you also leaves  this world.

    Therefore, as long as I am here, he is still here.

    I once comforted myself that if he lived well, maybe the relationship between us would change from "Titanic" to "Road to Revolution".

    I once cursed God, who arranged so many misfortunes for me since I was a child, and why it is so unfair to take away the person I love the most.  Later, I felt that to have such a person and walk with him for a while, all the great pain I have endured is worth it.

    The king buried the mud in the spring to sell the bones, and I sent the world full of snow.

    Ten years of life and death between the boundless, do not think, never forget, thousands of miles of solitary graves, nowhere to say desolate.  "

    I don't know when, the rain outside the car window suddenly became smaller.  Even the sound of the rain patting the car body gradually disappeared.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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