Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 937
A man steps out of the bright light.

The man was tall and thin, casting a mountain-like shadow on the carpet.

A faint smile hung on her pathologically white face.

"Dad...Dad!" Tongtong cheered in surprise when he saw the person's face clearly, and rushed forward impatiently.

Hanshu squatted down skillfully to catch him and hugged him, his eyes were particularly gentle.

"Dad," Tongtong hugged his neck tightly and held on, his big watery eyes full of surprise.

Mrs. Han also walked towards him and took the suit jacket hanging from his arm, her eyes showing a different light than before.

It seemed that, suddenly, it became busy.

Tongtong acted coquettishly in Hanshu's arms and could not be coaxed.

Mrs. Han was busy heating the dishes while talking to him.

Everyone's face is filled with the truest and happiest smile.

Bingci saw it and was sincerely happy for everyone.

The Dashen family is finally reunited!

The scene inside the glass window is warm and loving, and the lights are bright but not scorching.

No one noticed when Bingci left.

When she left, she took the windbreaker she had brought with her and closed the door quietly, without any emotion on her face.

The evening wind mixed with snow and rain was mercilessly raging, and she felt calm as she walked down the steps by the street lamp.

In the year of snow and rain, there are countless lights dotting the scene behind her. She is accompanied by street lights on the empty street, and the colorful lights on the street trees are dim.

Bingci walked aimlessly, not wanting to look back.

Suddenly his back sank, and he almost fell into a trap.

She stabilized her body and looked back, only to see Han Wu's bewitching face trembling with laughter.

Tonight, his eyes filled with broken stars were particularly alluring.

She saw him and said, "Carry me."

This second, just this second, there is no vigorous foreshadowing, no unforgettable scene, there is just a night composed of countless silent lights, a gust of evening wind after the raging subsides, and white snow in the night sky.

The boy's curled eyelashes were stained with a few small snow particles, his eyes were clear and his smile was like a flower.

After experiencing the Spring and Autumn Period for several years and looking down on the ups and downs of the world, you are my only remaining heartbeat.

It turns out that this is "love without knowing its origin". Bingci suddenly remembered this poem and smiled helplessly. She had to admit that she fell in love with someone. "Why are you here?" she asked.

Han Wu put his hands around her neck, smiling wantonly but with a hint of cautious grievance.

"You disappeared when I went upstairs. Why doesn't my little brother have a good memory and doesn't hold me close? What if I lose you?"

Bingci didn't answer, but just helped him zip up his coat, took off his scarf and wrapped it twice around his neck.

Asked an inexplicable question.

"Captain, do you know what it feels like to like someone?"

However, without waiting for Han Wu to say anything, she took the initiative to hold his hand, and together they walked under the street lights in the falling snow.

With a slight smile on her lips, she silently told him her answer.

When you like someone, your heart is as long and sweet as the summer wind.

The backs of the two people were stretched infinitely by the street lights, and in the end, they disappeared into the distance.

Just where the two passed by, there were still footprints of two people stepping on the thin snow on the ground. The footprints were slightly yellowed by the street lights.

Two people stopped here.

One person asked: "Little uncle, why don't you call her?"

Another person's tone was sad, and his voice was helpless and a little bitter, and said: "The way she looks at that person is different from the way she looks at other people. It's the first time I've seen her look like this. Xiaoti, let's go."

"Little uncle?" The young man named Xiaoti carefully supported the man he called little uncle and turned around to leave.

The two of them had only taken a few steps when his little uncle fell weakly on the snow for some unknown reason.

"Uncle——!" The young man was nervous and at a loss, so he could only call him loudly.

A crystal teardrop dripped from the man's clear jaw.

The man was heartbroken and clutched his heart, his whole face hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

When the man stood up again, he trudged forward step by step with the young man's more careful support.

Snowflakes were flying in the night sky, and no one knew who was hiding their thoughts.

Bingci, I left Xingzhou to find you, but there is already someone else in the position in your heart.

　The second male lead in my mind is online, but not much is written about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)