Don’t Turn from Summer

In the blink of an eye, on the weekend, Mu Hanxia did not arrange work for himself and Lu Zhang. Now is the spring season, Lu Zhang naturally restless in the room, so a few fox friends and dog friends made an appointment to go to the reservoir for fishing.

When he came to work on Friday, he ran to ask Mu Hanxia: "Master, I think you are very sad alone on weekends and take you to play. All young people, you will feel younger."

Mu Hanxia packed her things and answered, "No."

Lu Zhang: "It's boring ..."

"I've made arrangements for the weekend, and I'm going to see my friends. I'll take two days off next Monday and Tuesday."

Lu Zhang's eyes turned round and he said politely, "Willn't it be to see that old lover, Master? Master, you have to fight for it."

Mu Hanxia looked up at him. For a long time, she didn't like to tell anyone about Tilling Mochen. Those who know the inside story try not to talk to her. Lu Zhang always poked at this person, but because of his outspokenness, she talked to Lin Mochen about her, and she didn't seem to feel stagnation in her heart.

"It's not him, other friends." She replied, "How do you look like a housekeeper, who do I see for you?"

Lu Zhang smiled, "I'm not good for you yet. You came back from a pure American emperor, afraid that you might find the way of our people in the Great Heavenly Kingdom. The current social environment is not as simple as in previous years. An old man try? I as a prince Fang Yi dare not help! You can try to find a charitable donation and be cheated in minutes ... "

Mu Hanxia was too lazy to care for his poor mouth, and left with a bag. Leave Lu Zhang in place, watch her go far, whistle, and make a blind turn in her office before leaving.

Mu Hanxia didn't lie to Zhang Zhang. She is going to pick up people at the Capital Airport after leaving work today.

The twilight drooped and the airport was brightly lit. She waited for a long time at the airport. Until this flight from the United States, almost all the passengers had left, she saw two nurses, pushed a wheelchair, and walked out slowly.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to be a little clearer. He was wrapped in a thick blanket, and his bare hands were barely fleshy. His head hangs down, as if asleep.

Mu Hanxia hurried to meet him, squatted down in front of the wheelchair, and looked at him carefully. The nurse whispered, "Miss Mu, he fell asleep on the plane."

"How was it all the way?"

"The situation is not bad."

Mu Hanxia nodded and said, "The hospital's car is in the parking lot. Let's go over."

——

It's dark, and heavy clouds are backlogging over Beijing.

This is a quiet and tidy ward. Mu Hanxia was sitting by the bed, reading a book and accompanying him.

Until the man on the bed moved, she put down her book, leaned her head back, and waited for him to open her eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, both laughed.

"Tanned?" Zhang Zi reached out and touched her hair.

"Go to you, don't say nice things when you meet." Mu Hanxia took one of his hands and gently held it, "How do you feel?"

"Good." He replied, "Unfortunately the plane fell asleep, otherwise you can see what Beijing is like now."

"After a few days, accompany you to see."

Both were silent for a while, and he asked, "Is everything going well?"

Mu Hanxia replied: "Success, leave it alone, leave everything to me."

He nodded, those clear eyes, staring straight at her, with a narrow taste: "Are you making peace with Lin Mochen?"

Mu Hanxia calmed for a moment: "No."

Zhang Zi showed a little pity: "I thought you would reconcile and be together soon."

Mu Hanxia calmed for a while, and then said, "Why do everyone think that I should be with him? Even you think so. But before I came back this time, I really didn't think there was any possibility with him. I thought This feeling will rot in my heart, buried, so buried ... "

"He still loves you, right?" Zhang Zi asked.

Mu Hanxia was silent again, then nodded: "I think ... yes."

"Do you still love him?"

Mu Hanxia raised his eyes and looked at the dark and deep night outside the window. Still love him? This is really a difficult question. She was alone in a foreign country, planning and promoting tens of millions of projects in the eyes of skepticism of foreigners; she returned to China alone, raising the burden of Fang Yi's business department without any hesitation. But on the question of whether she loves Lin Mochen, she can't find the answer.

"If ..." she said slowly, "Seeing a person has only pain and no sweetness. Even the good times in the memory are not sweet. If he makes me feel so familiar and so Unfamiliar. You said, do I still love him? Even if there is still love, but he made me feel insecure. I had wanted to believe that he would accompany me forever, but now it is too difficult for me to believe him. Should I believe it? How can I believe him, this time, it won't let me down? "

Zhang Zi smiled and looked at her softly: "Carol, I can't help you find the answer to this question. You and I are jerky in love. We have only loved one person, right?"

Mu Hanxia nodded.

Zhang Zi said, "But you shouldn't stop because of hesitation. How lucky you are compared to me. If heaven can keep her alive, I'm willing to exchange everything. You once loved him Shen, you told me that he is your only love in this life. Later, your studies are getting more and more busy, and your work is getting more and more tired, so you won't talk about it. In the following years, I didn't even hear you mention him. But Is he really out of your heart? Carol, be brave, don't let that unlucky man be as lonely as I am. If you are not sure whether you love or not, then make sure. If you do n’t know if he is worth it If you trust, then try to trust, give him a chance, and give yourself a chance. OK, my most important friend? "

Mu Hanxia's eyes were wet, and he clenched his hand and said, "You won't die. He ... he's not as affectionate and gentle as you. I'll think again if you do."

——

Mu Hanxia is driving a group-equipped car today. Along the way from the hospital to her residence, she was a little lost.

It was late, and there were no pedestrians in the neighborhood. She walked downstairs along the street lights. Far away, I saw a black Cayenne with the license plate Jing AL8M27.

The man she had just thought of leaned against the car, her back sharp. The dim light of the streetlight fainted on him.

Mu Hanxia looked for a while before parking the car in the parking space. And he looked up.

Mu Hanxia got out of the car and his car stopped at the door of the building and naturally met head-on.

He smiled, "Come back?"

Mu Hanxia said "um".

He is wearing a dark gray coat today, with a black sweater inside, short hair blown a little by the night breeze, and standing in the dark of the spring day, the silhouette is deeper.

His face was calm, like the tit-for-tat phone the other day, which had never happened.

He handed a paper bag in his hand to her: "This is Mrs. Sun Zhi's own cherries. Let me give them to you."

Mu Hanxia did not answer: "Why trust you?"

The two eyes met. There was a silent night in his eyes.

"I live close." He answered.

"Where do you live?" Mu Hanxia asked.

"There are several suites on the top floor of Fengchen."

Mu Hanxia raised his eyes and looked behind him. At that moment, the lamp in that position on the Fengchen Building was off.

She was silent for a while, avoiding his eyes and reaching out to take over the cherry: "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said.

"Then I'm going upstairs," she said.

"OK, good night."

"good night."

Keep watching her and walk into the building. After a while, the lights at her house turned on. Lin Mochen just sat in the car and did not start the car, but sat quietly for a while and finally smiled.

After Mu Hanxia returned home, he took a bath and first came out to see the bag of cherries on the table. She took some out, washed it, leaned on the bed, and ate slowly.

Cherries are sour and sweet.

She looked up and saw the light on the Fengchen Building opposite.

She looked at it silently.

Good night, sweet dreams. She whispered in her heart.