MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Jiang Wenxu squatted for a while until the cigarette **** was hot to his fingers and he slammed back. He suddenly stood up, and the chair feet brought a loud noise from the wooden floor.

"Jiang Wenxu? Jiang Wenxu! What happened to you?" Zhang Jingwen was anxious. Jiang Wenxu’s state was in his eyes, and he was afraid that he could not stand the stimulation of the outside world.

Jiang Wenxu hangs up his mobile phone. His hand holding the jacket is not stable. He is still faint and walks a few steps outside the office. When he reacted, he ran up.

Assistant Song was in the office to persuade the Akita puppies who were obviously tempered and obedient, and the door was opened by the big boss.

"Take me to the airport by car, ask me about the latest flight to Hangzhou." Jiang Wenxu's voice is calm and calm, but it is filled with some unspeakable trembling.

"Now?" Song assistant was shocked and asked a conditional reflex. He felt suddenly, but he couldn't ask more. He only hugged the dog: "General Jiang, then I will take care of the girl at the front desk."

When sitting in the car, Jiang Wenxu found that his heart was too tight, and his hands and feet were not like living people. I am afraid, Jiang Wenxu knows well.

A good person, the surgery has been successful, and the result is no more than that... What about the knowledge book?

Zhang Jingwen did not tell him that the illness of He Zhishu was dragged to the bone marrow and it was useless. However, Jiang Wenxu never listened to it. He is willing to deceive himself and believes that He Zhishu may die. Jiang Wenxu felt ridiculous to himself. Where did he come from the confidence that He Zhishu would cure the disease soon and then be full with himself?

Jiang Wenxu has only recently had a very horrible thought about it - he may really want to lose his knowledge, and forever lost.

"General Jiang, I called and asked, the earliest flight today is also 8:30 in the evening." Song assistant adjusted the Bluetooth headset: "I am looking for someone to help you first?"

Jiang Wenxu looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, and the low voice sighed. He must go to see the He Zhishu, just look at it from afar, just to make Anxin's own heart, never again... no longer will make him hate.

When I arrived at the airport, it was only four o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Wenxu wanted to go directly to the waiting room, and when he got out of the car, he saw that the sky was floating.

Jiang Wenxu jumped his heart and asked, "Do you see the weather forecast?"

Song Assistant is busy with the TV to watch the phone time, how can you care about this? After listening to Jiang Wenxu’s question, he was busy connecting the mobile phone’s mobile network to the weather.

Light snow.

"It should not be influential." Song Assistant said.

Jiang Wenxu did not get off the bus, they waited for two hours together. It was only two hours, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it was already two or three centimeters on the concrete floor.

"This year... How is the snow in Beijing so much?" Jiang Wenxu’s voice was as light as a lonely self-talk.

Song assistant did not say anything.

At 7 o'clock, snow is already a rare blizzard. With the wind blowing, the radio on the car has begun to broadcast which high-speed, mobile phone text messages sent a ticket refund notice, the flight canceled.

Jiang Wenxu's sudden jump in the temple, the pain of the heartache and the suffocation of the heart rushed up, Jiang Wenxu almost bite his back teeth: "Go back."

It was still the apartment of He and He Zhishu.

Jiang Wenxu stood on the balcony and watched the snow for almost a night. The whiteness was overwhelming, and the bleak and cold, like a bustling, blank space.

In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly called Ai Ziyu as if he was awake.

Playing over and over again, the phone over there is a mechanical female voice prompt: "The phone you dialed has been turned off. SorryThesubscriberyoudialedispoweroff..."

Jiang Wenxu felt that he was pushed into the abyss by something irresistible.

The snow outside has not stopped, and Jiang Wenxu’s brainless night has been particularly awake. He did not think much about what he decided, just like the elopement of the train station with the knowledge of the book fourteen years ago.

With five centimeters of snow, the snow did not stop, he had to drive to Hangzhou.

When he was sitting in the driver's seat, he recovered some sensibility. His physical condition could not do what the young people in their twenties could do vigorously. He still called the Song assistant, and it would be safer for the two to take turns.

Just be sure to give people a raise.

The road is very difficult to go, the snow is concentrated in the north, the high-speed is completely sealed, and the winding road is dangerous and easy to go wrong. The two men bumped across the south and only slightly slowed down.

From Beijing to Hangzhou, they opened for two and a half days.

It was morning in the small tea plantation, and the sun shone through the window and shone on Jiang Wenxu’s side face, a beam of light that suddenly disappeared. Just glaring, half the temperature is not.

No one is there. The second floor of the building was empty, and the jasmine in the flower bed in front of the house was all dead.

Jiang Wenxu was awkward and almost fell.

The stepmother’s author tells the reader two things that are inevitable – the sudden BE and the painless abuse.

The heartbreaking life is not a big abuse. If the disappointing children's shoes are lighter.