To Make He Yu Regret - Chapter 54

He Yu never learned of Jiang Xiaozhen’s past, but he knew she had come over.

She will go through that difficult period, like she has gone through and will go through the difficulties in her life, she will go through it alone and overcome with her own strength.

just.

If he knew then, if he was there…

Jiang Xiaozhen jumped over the fence and fell down.

The heavy rain on the campus and the gale blowing the corners of her skirts, her troubles were relieved. After opening her arms, she felt as relieved as if she was in someone’s arms.

The only thing that comes to mind.

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw the sad eyebrows falling with her close by.

Time is stagnant here.

He Yu’s back waist was tightened by a pair of arms, which brought him back to the rooftop.

The expected pain did not come, it should be said that it does not hurt at all.

Jiang Xiaozhen, who was under him, lay on her back on the concrete floor, grinning, her expression aching.

“Are you OK?”

He quickly let go of her to see if she was in any serious trouble.

Jiang Xiaozhen stared at He Yu’s face with dark eyes.

Pushing his hand away, she spoke tightly.

“Why are you here?”

–Why is he here?

Lowering his head, He Yu’s expression stagnated.

White clothes, black trousers and white sneakers, freely movable limbs, backpack straps on the shoulders.

After being shocked, he “pushed” with a laugh, and his heart was clear.

Reaching out to her on the ground, He Yu said.

“I regret it, Jiang Xiaozhen.”

“Actually, I was so happy that you came to me on the day of the senior year graduation ceremony. What I want to say to you has not changed.”

“I will wait for you.”

Her face wrinkled. Her mood was like a piece of paper that was crumpled, and the wet, full, sour suddenly nowhere to hide, all of it welled up, through her eyes.

“Why are you crying, fool.”

He wiped away her tears.

Cool breeze and drizzle, dull night.

He Yu’s gentleness is a thick coat.

Not knowing how long he could stay in this world, he tried his best to coax her and make her analgesic for a moment.

“Would you like to be with me?”

She nodded foolishly.

Then, he shook his head vigorously.

“It will drag you down, your sympathy at this moment.”

“Don’t expect me, I won’t get better, and I will get worse and worse.”

Jiang Xiaozhen’s expression was lifeless, and the corners of her eyebrows were filled with depression. From the moment she stepped onto the rooftop, she had given up on her own.

He Yu thinks of another face.

Lying on the hospital bed, he saw that face in the mirror.

It’s dead, old, his face.

So he understood. He understood everything Jiang Xiaozhen said and what he wanted to express.

but.

“The feeling that is willing to be dragged down,” he sighed deeply: “It’s not sympathy.”

He Yuming knew it.

He denied Jiang Mingzhen time and time again, and his growing depression brought her sadness. He saw the heavy burden on her shoulders and wanted to give her a relief.

Where is the relief?

The belts became wider and he didn’t regret it, which made people haggard for Iraq. Her company, her care, everything she has done over the years… She never felt sympathy for him.

“Look at me, Jiang Xiaozhen.”

He cupped her face.

Jiang Xiaozhen kept sobbing, and He Yu took the trouble to wipe her tears away.

“We are together, I am with you, and we wait together, wait for you to become beautiful, become confident, wait for you to like yourself.”

She finally looked at him: “Can’t wait?”

“That’s okay.”

“why?”

“I love you.”

Wind and rain stagnated this sentence.

There is only the remaining sound of those three words between heaven and earth.

Jiang Xiaozhen bit her lip, the tears in her eyes kept dripping, and her face was confused.

Taking off his backpack, He Yu peeked in.

Sure enough.

When he was young, he never left the sketchbook.

It was handed over to Jiang Xiaozhen’s hands by him.

In He Yu’s story, there are also fragments that Jiang Mingzhen never knew, and they are stored in it.

Jiang Xiaozhen opened it.

Her frowned brows were gently smoothed by the pages of paper.

You don’t necessarily love all of yourself, but there is such a person, there is such a person in the world, he will love you.

Not big eyes, not pointed chin, fleshy cheeks, and always look smart enough.

The little idiot who smiled brightest in the crowd, had a beautiful princess dress with a shiny bow. Her fluffy hair shone dimly in the warm light, like an unwashed peach, simple and natural.

Under the street lamp at night, she was alone, holding a plastic bag aggressively in her hand, with a ferocious expression. There seemed to be wind blowing over her auricle, her long hair raised back, her eyes were so firm where she was going.

The girl sleeping on the desk in the back of the car with crooked double eyelid stickers, rubbed off lip gloss, and no eyeliner. With her curled fists resting on her chest, her slightly curly hair sticking to her red cheeks, a monster transformed into a piggy, she slept so sweetly.

There is a person in the world who loves you all.

He can see your beauty, hidden in the tears that resist falling, hidden in the bravery to stumble and stand up, hidden in the shouts of cheering for himself, hidden in the outdated princess dress, hidden in the duplicity of someone In the second stubbornness, hidden in the crease of a smile in the corner of the old eye.

Even though you are full of holes, he thinks you are beautiful.

Regardless of the ephemeral emotions and the passage of time, in his eyes, you will be as beautiful as ever from beginning to end.

“Will you regret…”

Jiang Xiaozhen closed the album. She stopped crying a long time ago, and swept He Yu from the corner of her eye, her voice timidly: “After telling me I love you, I will be entangled by ghosts for the rest of my life. Will you regret it?”

“No regrets.”

Before he finished his speech, Jiang Xiaozhen couldn’t wait.

He got up and swooped into his arms.

Jiang Xiaozhen, who was not lucky enough, saved her luck to win the first prize of life.

“He Yu He Yu, I love you too.”

He Yu, you know, Jiang Mingzhen’s life, she also loved you deeply.

You tell her that it doesn’t matter.

Because of love, it doesn’t matter.

If you are not perfect, you will be tolerated; if you do stupid things, you will be forgiven.

Sick, will not be abandoned.

Is willing to love you, love you.

“He Yu.”

He heard voices from afar, fingers stroking Jiang Xiaozhen’s silver hair, and he saw a white snow flying in the new year.

In the ice and snow, the old woman called to him in front of the house, holding the sweater just knitted for him in her arms.

Close to ears, familiar, warm, long-lost.

“Come back, He Yu.”

He saw her mouth and said.

“I’m waiting for you.”