Broken thoughts of life

Chapter 53 Goodbye, Wen Zirui
The kiss fell on Qiao Niannian's forehead again, with endless pampering, Mu Qijue left, very hurriedly, the sound of the car was heard farther and farther away, Qiao Niannian went into the bathroom and washed himself in cold water. There were several faces, as if they wanted to wipe away all the traces of Mu Qijue.

In the mirror was Qiao Niannian's haggard and withered face, and her clear eyes were full of gloom. Suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and she walked out of the study without looking back.

Qiao Niannian will never forget that heart-piercing pain!

What she does on weekdays is the same as before, but if you notice carefully, you will know that Qiao Niannian's temperament has changed, and even those eyes are full of depth, as if he can't see the bottom.

The days passed very slowly, as if the days were like years. Qiao Niannian wandered the garden boredly, slept when she had nothing to do, and lived like a machine at three o'clock a day.

Mu Qijue hasn't come back for three days.

Ai said, Mu Qijue's meeting again, this is an emergency meeting, the matter is of great importance, so naturally it can't be trifling.

Qiao Niannian asked, "Ai, is Mu Qijue coming back today?"

Ai shook his head and said, "Miss Qiao, Seventh Brother's schedule is closed, we can't tell you about this, please forgive me."

Ai bowed his head, expressing respect and apology.

Qiao Niannian waved his hand, very impatiently, said: "My ears are almost callused from the reason you said, Mu Qijue hasn't come back for three days, as his closest person, can't I know right?"

Ai's expression flashed a bit of embarrassment, and then he said: "Miss Qiao, Brother Seven said that he will come back tonight, but it may be very late. Let Miss Qiao rest first. The matter of Brother Seven is still an old saying. Brother Seven wants to tell Yours, Miss Qiao will naturally know."

The answer was well-organized, and even the officials avoided the advantages and disadvantages of it. Knowing that there would be no tricks to ask, Qiao Niannian stopped asking.

Back in the room, as if Qiao Niannian suddenly remembered, she lay down under the bed and took out the little notebook.

When Wen Zirui died that day, Xing'er gave it to her. After getting it back, Qiao Niannian was overwhelmed with everything that happened, and almost forgot the existence of this photo album.

Patting the ashes on it, Qiao Niannian held it in her arms, and after a while, she slowly opened the album, which contained the past between her and Wen Zirui, happy, sad, angry, everything, even There are also photos of the time when Qiao Niannian escaped!

Qiao Niannian's eye sockets were so sore that she burst into tears, falling on the photo album, forming gorgeous flowers.

The person she loved throughout her youth has also loved her with all her strength for many years.

But so what?

In the end, the person who ruined this relationship was Wen Zirui after all. Qiao Niannian took a sharp breath, and couldn't stop crying. She wiped her tears and closed the album, as if closing her heart Same.

In fact, Qiao Niannian doesn't blame Wen Zirui at all. The person you loved so much turned into nothing in the end. In the final analysis, what should be forgiven has been forgiven long ago, and the rest that cannot be forgiven will let you let go in the form of time .

Holding the photo album and picking up the lighter, her eyes were still red. It was ten o'clock, and Ai said that Mu Qijue would be back today, but Qiao Niannian couldn't guess the exact time.

Qiao Niannian couldn't fathom what Mu Qijue was thinking.

Seeing the photos burned one by one, and finally turned into ashes again, Qiao Niannian felt relieved for a moment. This kind of pressure-like existence tortured Qiao Niannian's nerves and reason. Burning this photo album was also considered missing. the past.

Cleaned up the ashes, went to wash his face, stood on the balcony, a few stars were faintly visible, Qiao Niannian faced the sky, and said: "Zi Rui, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)