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He didn't get back to the car, but leaned against the car in the night, lazily holding up his cell phone. He took out the cigarette from his pocket, took out half of it, and stuffed it back.

Song Weiyu couldn't stop moving forward, getting closer to the window, and his hands climbed onto the glass.

Staring closely at that resolute and slender figure, his voice trembled slightly: "Why are you coming so late?"

She had not heard of the late-night shooting at Jingnanwan Villa.

"I don't worry about you." I miss you even more.

He said lightly.

In the evening, after Fu Haitang said, "If you dare to marry her, I will let her go immediately." Chen Fang stepped on the accelerator all the way and rushed to the hospital.

The car was parked under the shadow of the trees, and I put my hand on the car door and rubbed it for a long time. Just staring at the familiar ward window, I sat there from dusk until late at night.

Perhaps, this is the closest position to her currently.

"You can feel relieved if you leave me and do those dangerous things alone?"

After hearing these words, Chen Fang lowered his head to look at the swaying tree shadows at his feet. She was worried, but it was better for her to stay safe with Fu Haitang than to live a life of fighting and killing with her.

"Of course I'm relieved if you follow him."

"Don't worry, why did you come to the drinking party today? Don't worry, why did you stay in front of the hospital in the middle of the night?" She was as aggressive as if she had drunk too much tonight, forcing him to tell the truth in his heart.

"Don't worry, why haven't you married yet and stayed with me for more than twenty years?"

After Song Weiyu said these words, the fingertips pressed against the glass turned white and felt a little numb. She let go and the blood returned to her fingertips.

She said no more, waiting quietly for the figure under the sycamore tree to speak.

After a long while, he said calmly, "Because, the person I want to marry..."

She is also the person who dares not take risks the most. He is not willing to try even the slightest possibility of putting her in danger. Now, being able to see her carefree smile every day is more satisfying than marrying her.

But the man in the window seemed to know what he was going to say and cut off the rest of his words.

"Don't tell me that the person you want to marry has already been married in your heart, and I don't recognize it!"

Song Weiyu frowned and tapped the glass with his fingertips, showing a rare hint of irritation.

Chen Fang smiled solemnly and said a rare coaxing: "Then how can we recognize it?"

"Do you still remember what I told you that night at the Hangcheng Hotel?"

"Remember." Of course he remembered.

"It's impossible to go back in time. But for the rest of my life, I still want to be... Mrs. Chen. "

The words are soft and soft. Like a spider thread, it floated from her window to his heart.

Chen Fang's erect figure froze in the dark night. He tasted these words repeatedly, like taking some addictive drug, which made him lose his mind.

He smiled and glanced at the window. A thin shadow was standing in front of the bed, waiting for his response.

Perhaps, the moon is really too round tonight, which actually gives people the illusion of a perfect life.

He looked at the starry sky, his eyes flashing tenderly, and that stern face made people's hearts beat faster.

"Wait for me for another two years, okay? Just two years, I will complete the mission and get out as soon as possible."

These words fell on an already fragile night, as if a love letter buried for many years had been unsealed and thrown into her heart with dust.

Thinking back on everything about him over the years.

Looking at his strong figure in the ink outside the window.

"Chen Fang, two years is too long. I don't want to wait any longer." She lowered her eyes and took one last look at the man under the shadow of the sycamore tree.

Chen Fang frowned slightly and heard the sound of the phone hanging up.

He kept holding the phone. Yes, what right did he have to make her wait? In the end, maybe it would just be a corpse covered with a national flag.

I haven't dared to make a promise to her for so many years, maybe because I'm afraid of this.

He raised his head and looked at the window. Her figure had long disappeared behind the glass. Then he swallowed and took out his cigarette again. I pressed the lighter twice to start the fire.

The red cigarette butt lit up the man's gloomy face.

In just one puff of cigarette, half of the full moon overhead was blocked by clouds.

In the elevator, Song Weiyu ran out wearing slippers. She didn't want to wait for a moment.

Now she was about to run over, throw herself into his arms and point at his chest and say: Chen Fang, you are irresponsible! You stayed by my side for 30 years, making me fall in love with you more and more day by day. In the end, you didn’t dare to marry me!

He still hesitated.

She just cried, and he was most afraid of her crying. Anyway, she is not afraid to follow him into danger, and there are ten thousand ways to force the marriage.

The numbers on the elevator screen slowly dropped, but today, it seemed to be particularly long...

"Chen Fang."

A calm and mellow voice sounded from behind the sycamore tree. The cigarette that Chen Fang was about to put into his mouth hung in the air, and then he narrowed his eyes, with a sharp flash at the end of his eyes.

"Why, she said she won't wait for you. Haven't you given up yet?" the voice got closer.