Chapter 4114 Mr. (2)
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Ranbai was imperceptibly frozen for a moment, then turned around in the heavy snow, black cloak and red robe, bulging with the wind and snow, silver hair and red eyes.
"I'm here," he said.
He was standing there, standing in the dimly lit place, wearing dark clothes, without any lines, except for a white edge at the neckline, with fluttering sleeves, calm and indifferent, but too thin, so that Some thin.
Holding up a red oil-paper umbrella, there are still snowflakes falling on my body.
as ever.
The snow is still falling, and the long lights are on all night.
Step by step, he walked towards her accurately.
Elegant demeanor, Xiao Xiao Su Su.
It stopped in front of Ranbai.
One foot away.
The tone was the same as before, low and calm, like a natural comfort: "Don't you remember sir?"
Now Ranbai could clearly see his face under the shadow of the umbrella eaves, clearly and clearly.
It is the reflection in the eyes countless times, the thoughts in the heart, the blurred outline in the dream, and the gentleman in white is painted.
It's her husband.
From the thin and smooth jaw line to the curvature of the brow bone, the lines are clear and clear, and the eyebrows are picturesque, like an open scroll of Buddhist scriptures, exuding the charm of a peaceful and prosperous age under the incense of the temple.
But--
He covered his eyes with black silk.
Ranbai has seen his eyes, they are beautiful, where he has seen the sun, moon and stars, mountains, seas, heaven and earth, it shouldn't be what he looks like now.
The people around had been dismissed by Ying Li long ago, and the world was extremely silent for a moment, as if only the two of them were left, the bright lights continued for dozens of miles along the river.
Before this, Ranbai thought about many ways of their reunion. She wanted to kiss his eyelashes, kiss his eyes, ask for a kiss, and smell the agarwood on his body.
It's best to lie in his arms and listen to his stories.
But at this moment, she couldn't do anything, just stood there.
there.
Looking at him for a long time.
The oil-paper umbrella slowly tilted towards her, covering the fine snowflakes, the sky and the earth were covered with snow, and there was no sound.
It's very similar to the year when we first met.
"gentlemen."
For so many years, it has been scattered and scattered, and it has been half a lifetime. There are only two words, one title, from the mouth, from the heart, called it thousands of times.
As if in a beautiful spring in a certain year, one drowsy afternoon, she covered his eyes from behind: "Sir!"
"Um."
He says.
"Mr. is here."
Ranbai took a step forward.
Three thousand lights are brightly lit, and all families are happy.
Their toes are against the toes of their shoes, they are very close, and their breathing is shallow.
Ranbai looked up at the red oil-paper umbrella that completely covered her, and there was a Clivia flower above it, she squinted her eyes, suddenly smiled, and looked at him.
"Why are you coming back now?"
He was silent for a long time: "Sorry."
"Why do you have to apologize?" Ranbai held the handle of the oil-paper umbrella together with his hands. The knuckles under the fingertips were thin and protruding, weak and cold, and they were very beautiful and thin hands.
There is no temperature.
why is it like this.
She asked again: "Why are you apologizing?"
He didn't take out his hands, and the two of them held an umbrella together. The fresh woody fragrance lingered in the air, so faint that it was hard to catch anything, and they were entangled in breathing.
One second, two seconds—
When Ranbai counted to the second, he spoke.
His eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, like a slowly unfolding Buddhist scriptures, neither arrogant nor impetuous, maybe there was a tsunami in his heart, but he said to her quietly.
"Accidentally lost the child at home and made her wait for so long."
Dye Bai every word.
"I hate waiting for people the most in my life."
"I'm sorry, it's my husband's fault. From now on, I won't do it again." Behind him was a vast expanse of snow, and it was cold at the end of the year. His body was straight, without any bending.
The last trace of distance disappeared, Ranbai hugged him without warning, and the oil-paper umbrella fell silently to the ground, the bright red against the clear white snow.
They embraced each other in the snow, bid farewell to winter, and reunited in winter.
"gentlemen."
"Well, I'm here."
Every time she said a sentence, Mr., he responded with the next sentence.
Impatient.
It seems to want to make up for all the regrets owed, absent, and all these years.
She will embrace the sun at last.
Get what you want in your life.
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