Substitute Bride - Chapter 179

After the green skirt left, Bai Yinchen was in no mood to rest.

He was not tired just now, but he was afraid that yeche might find something wrong. In fact, he should have left earlier. Mo’er has nothing to do, but he agrees to Cher’s request. It’s not right. It’s no longer in his plan. Very gloomy mood blocked in his heart, worried breathing difficulties.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he went out.

Along the familiar but do not know how many times to walk the path, unknowingly came to the South courtyard.

There was no change in everything in front of us. Everything seemed to say that its owner had never left. However, their owners have really left for a long time.

And he is their master! He, ye family’s two little, ye Xi! All this belongs to him! He grew up, everything full of feelings from childhood! But because of her leaving, he has given up on here, so he chose to leave without saying goodbye.

He hasn’t been to this place for more than two years. Looking at the familiar hut, his heart began to twist unconsciously. They were the places he knew most, the places he missed and feared most.

If it wasn’t for Mo’er’s sudden appearance, he would never have stepped here! He has been avoiding his true feelings. Now seeing the flowers and plants in his memory, one tree and one house, the softest and most missing flavor in his heart suddenly becomes more and more intense, and it is triggered.

However, his pride and her death did not allow him to have these feelings again.

He walked to the hut he had built by himself, lifted it up heavily, and pushed open the door. He was shocked by what was inside. There was no change in everything. He made the red table, the bamboo chair, the revolving wooden bed, the paintings on the wall, and all of them by himself. They are so intact that they are put there quietly.

Looking at the most familiar posture in the wall painting, it was her appearance, the silence, the beauty, the tenderness, he seemed to see her smiling at him at the moment.

Stay for a long time, so quiet looking at her. Recalling the happy scene when he painted her, he was inexplicably sad. He missed her so much, and he couldn’t help it.

Is it regret? Hate? Also love?

Heart in the time of wear and tear, has been calm a lot, but to see these will still have the heart of pain.

Walking to his favorite bamboo chair, he remembered that he always painted on the red table. When he was tired, he would sit on the bamboo chair with his favorite book, open the window and enjoy the peaceful afternoon.

Is it nostalgia? Or something else? He couldn’t make sense of it.

His hand touched the table. After his eyes swept to the table, he was stunned and couldn’t move at all.

How is that possible? How is that possible? The desk is as clean as dust. It seems that people live here every day. Why is that? Why? What do they think? Knowing that he has left and will not come back, why is everything here still the same? Why is it so clean? Did they do it specifically?

Why? Do they still remember him? They didn’t dare to think about it any more and didn’t want to be frightened by what they found. He left here quickly and ran away. What he felt now was that he could not bear it at the moment.