Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Zhan Qi glanced at Su Qiao and remembered the communication between Su Qiao and him last night.

It was Su Qiao who asked him to prepare Saimo, and Su Qiao also said that there might be something to talk about today.

Even though he was very reluctant to be alone with the two of them, he still had to say:
"Okay, I'll just wait here, if you have anything to ask, you can come to me."

After finishing speaking, he told Fu Huainan:
"Fu Shao, you have to be more careful in what you say and do, don't make sister Su angry."

Fu Huainan said "um", and said elegantly, "Thank you."

Afterwards, she led Su Qiao into the sea of ​​reeds.

Among the mighty mountain reeds, an old stone road is paved in it, winding to the depth.

Su Qiao walked in front, no longer the kind of weakly following behind people.

On the contrary, the pace is calm, and the whole body is full of lazy indifference and maturity.

The black sassy style of that suit is also incompatible with this reed sea.

Fu Huainan looked at her back, with complicated emotions on her delicate face.

I thought that the last time we got together today would at least leave a good memory, but now it seems...

Even on the last day, Su Qiao may know what it means, but she still just wants to distance herself from him as much as possible.

Everything she does is a reminder that there is no possibility between them...

The two just walked one after the other, neither of them spoke.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Su Qiao suddenly saw an area split open in front of her.

About ten square meters, the reeds are cut open, and there are two minimalist white iron stools inside.

On one of the stools was a walnut guitar.

In the sea of ​​reeds all over the mountains and plains, the picture has a different kind of literature and art.

When Su Qiao saw the guitar, her thoughts became a little deeper.

It's the same guitar, probably a few years old.

Three years ago, when Fu Huainan often played and sang for her, he used this guitar.

The guitar hasn't changed, it's exactly the same as it was back then, but now...

Fu Huainan walked up to the guitar and said to Su Qiao:
"Sit down for a while."

Su Qiao narrowed her eyes, walked over and sat down.

Fu Huainan picked up the guitar and sat down on the chair next to him.

He put the guitar on his lap, and his white hand fell on it, stroking it with nostalgia:

"This guitar has been with me for ten years, but the paint has peeled off in some places. It should be replaced..."

The last four words carry a kind of heaviness.

When he returned to the Fu family, all the elders of the Fu family offered him a new guitar and offered him many high-quality guitars to choose from.

But he didn't want to change it.

He was worried that once he changed, Su Qiao might not recognize him if he met on the street after a long time.

But now it seems...

Su Qiao's eyes fell on the old guitar, her eyes were so calm that she didn't seem to have much emotion.

She said calmly: "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come. This era is always changing."

"yes……"

Fu Huainan agreed with a smile, but there was some imperceptible sadness in his smile.

He said: "I want to play a piece of music, can I delay you for 2 minutes to listen to it?"

The words are extraordinarily humble and gentle.

Su Qiao's face was as expressionless as ever: "Okay."

The voice is simple and simple, like business affairs.

Fu Huainan put the guitar on his lap and began to play and sing quietly.

The melody is clear and light, nice and long, but not sad, it instantly calms people's hearts.

The whole world seems to be only the sound of the wind blowing the reeds, and the low melody.

Playing and playing, along with the melody, his sweet and gentle singing sounded:
"If there is no baptism of dripping water and years, is it love or not love that is unforgettable.

This love is not worthy of my name if it is not in your heart and enduring.

True love does not come easily, no matter how much you like it, it is not worth mentioning.

I used to be with you, the wind and the sun are just an episode of youth.

True love doesn't come easily, you should cherish it when you meet it.

I just want to look at you and bless you, there is a kind of perseverance, called giving up..."

The elegant and pleasant singing voice spread in the reeds, like the light falling in the spring, with a ray of warmth.

When singing, the corners of Fu Huainan's lips curled up from time to time, delicate and soft.

Listening to the singing, Su Qiao no longer seemed to be depressed like the one she was in Fu's house before, but a kind of real letting go.

Those lyrics kept echoing in her ears:

True love does not come easily, no matter how much you like it, it is not worth mentioning.

I used to be with you, the wind and the sun are just an episode of youth.

I just want to look at you and bless you, there is a kind of perseverance, called giving up...

Are these lyrics telling her that between her and him, it's just an ordinary liking, not love?

He wants to give up?

As she pondered, the melody gradually became weaker.

Lower and lower, lower and lower until it disappears...

Fu Huainan's clear eyes were full of reluctance and sadness, but he knew that she was waiting for his answer.

He tried his best to hold back all his sad emotions, stared at her and said:
"Su Qiao, actually I called you out today because I wanted to talk to you."

Su Qiao did not speak, quietly waiting for his next words.

Fu Huainan went on to say: "During the past two days with you, I thought a lot, and suddenly understood a lot.

It used to be that we were too young, and that kind of companionship was actually just companionship, at most it was affection, not love. "

When he said this, his heart began to ache, very painful, almost suffocating.

It hurts, it really hurts.

It's love, at least he is a satisfied love for her, a love that wants to accompany and stay together for a lifetime.

But for her, he had to tell himself, forced to convince himself, it was just liking, just liking.

With a calm expression on his face, he said:

"Actually, the good feelings I have developed are only for the former Su Qiao.

Su Qiao, who used to be weak and weak, who needed my protection, who could walk slowly in the fields with me, through the years.

It's not the all-powerful and flamboyant you now.

We have known each other for so many years, you should know me and know that I hate girls like this the most..."

In fact, what he hates the most are other girls, he will not like other girls no matter what they look like.

And she... No matter what she becomes, he will not hate her.

Even appreciating and liking every beauty of her.

I even want to work a little harder, try to be like her, try to get closer to her...

But these emotions were all well hidden by him.

Su Qiao looked into his delicate and clean eyes and asked:
"You really figured it out?"

"Well, I think we have no common topic now, even if we are together, I can't integrate into your world.

Liking is the heartbeat when you are young, but love and marriage should be a well-thought-out mutual fit and staying together. "

Fu Huainan said so.

After finishing speaking, he stared at her seriously and said:

"You and Professor Zhan are a perfect match, a match made in heaven, you are truly suitable for each other and love each other.

I wish you more than anyone now, and I hope you will be happy. "

What he said was very sincere.

Su Qiao looked directly at him, trying to analyze how true and false his words were, and whether there was a possibility of death or life.

She didn't notice that beside the reeds in the distance, there was a dignified and tall figure standing...