Inferior pampering

Chapter 107

　He didn't know whether it was because the night was too dark or the lights were not bright enough, but he couldn't see the outline of the kitten outside.

　　"Is this glass also one-way, why can't I see you." He laughed wryly at himself.

　　Ji Tingyu also laughed, from the bottom of his heart.

　　The eyebrows are curved, and the eyes are flowing.

　　The tiny spots of light in the eyes are as bright as stars.

　　He Zhuo likes his smile very much, and his eyes even more.

　　He has stared at the cat's sleeping face in a daze countless times in the dead of night, and his warm fingertips have traced his eyes again and again.

　　That was the most satisfying moment in his two lifetimes, and he would not change it for a thousand dollars.

　　Because the person he embraces is the only connection between him and the world, and is his richest and most stable spiritual garden.

　　He Zhuo once thought that after death, he would become a simple metasequoia in the frozen lake, always swaying in the direction of the cat.

　　But now Ji Tingyu doesn't even want to show him the last look before parting.

　　"If you can't see...you won't think about it. After a long time, you will forget it. We should all come out, and you have to live your own life."

　　"My own life?"

　　He Zhuo didn't even know what it was.

　　It snowed all night, and the two of them stayed up all night.

　　Rosalind came to wake him early the next morning to catch the earliest train.

　　He Zhuo opened his eyes blankly, got up and followed her.

　　He didn't take away the boxy cardboard box, and only carried a leather black box in his hand. When he arrived at the station, he handed the box to Rosalind: "It's for him and you."

　　Rosalin couldn't bear it, and had already regarded him as a comrade in arms.

　　But she could tell the difference between close and distant, and she only nodded slightly, wishing him a smooth journey.

　　He Zhuo turned his head to look at the dark tunnel, and with the rumbling sound of being in disrepair for a long time, the mottled car slowly swayed out like an old man, passed behind him, drove forward for a certain distance, and dragged to a stop .

　　"When I first came here, I took this bus."

　　The green leather train is like a row of postboxes. In the color impression of Chinese people, this kind of green always has a special meaning: long-distance travel, returning home, entering a higher school, good news, reunion...

　　But in He Zhuo's heart, it represents time going back.

　　His previous life ended when he got off the car, but his current life starts from getting off the car.

　　He thought that he would stay here for the rest of his life. He had a kitten and a team of comrades-in-arms. He would take them on trips when he was free, and support them when he was busy. This was not a bad life.

　　But in just half a month, everything he hoped for and yearned for was completely emptied.

　　"It's pretty good, from beginning to end."

　　Rosalin covered the lighter with her hand, tilted her head and lit a cigarette, a thin mist spit out from her sexy red lips, and was blown far behind her by the wind.