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Chapter 73 Under Mount Fuji: No one can take it away

The quiet Mount Fuji is quietly sitting there, like a kind old man, kindly looking at Chang Yihuan standing there alone.

I don’t know when, the sky started to drizzle again. The rain is full of spring, and it is floating, and Toyama looks extraordinarily ethereal. On the avenue full of cherry blossoms on both sides, there are people holding umbrellas to enjoy cherry blossoms. Yihuan stood thin among the bustling crowd, the hustle and bustle went away, leaving only bitterness and helplessness.

Pieces of rain slid across the edge of the cherry blossoms, stepping in the depths of her soul, it was an endless pain.

It came out of the heart, followed the blood, along the capillaries, quickly ran through the body, and finally landed on the fingertips. She stretched out her hand, trying to catch a falling cherry blossom, but found that her hand had already lost control.

The cherry blossoms in the rain fluttered and fell on the ground, so much like myself at this time, like a leaf of duckweed in the sea of ​​people, floating in the vast sea of ​​people, but can no longer touch the fingertips of the beloved .

Inadvertently, the cherry blossoms in the rain turned into a kind of deep and long-lasting pain, which is unforgettable and painful...

Now that Su Yaoyang is gone, after seeing so many cherry blossoms, she should go too, but, at this moment, why doesn't she even have the strength to take a step?
She stood there, and it took a long, long time to turn around, her face was already full of tears.

The footsteps all over the street suddenly quieted down, and the cherry blossoms were still dancing all over the sky, but her heart had already fallen to the ground with those cherry blossoms, but no one saw her sadness.

She stepped forward slowly and slowly, and finally took the first step. It turns out that you can never take away what does not belong to you.

She walked back along the mountain road. At this moment, she needed something to warm her cold body.

The door of the tea ceremony shop by the street was open, she walked in stupidly, sat down in front of the glass window along the street, and looked out of the street with dull eyes.

The waiter put down a pot of hot tea in front of her, she eagerly picked it up, held it in her hand, and took a sip directly.

She didn't know what the tea tasted like, but she only knew that the tea was very hot, which made her tongue hurt, and tears gushed out of the hot tea.

The waiter asked her in fluent Japanese, but she didn't understand a word, just forced a smile and waved to the man.

From the record store opposite, there were exotic songs that she couldn't understand, very cheerful tunes, but in her eyes, everything became depressed.

She quietly put down the money, left the tea ceremony house, turned around and glanced at the white snow on Mount Fuji, and suddenly understood: liking someone is like liking Mount Fuji, you can see it, but you can’t move it, how can you move a Mount Fuji .The answer is that you go there yourself.Love is like this Mount Fuji, just visiting it is enough.

Owned and expected, but can't take it away.

Having seen it and touched it, one should be satisfied.

Standing on the empty rainy ground, Chang Yihuan suddenly laughed.

In fact, some people are like this Mount Fuji, you are doomed not to have him, since you can’t have him, just treat that kind of sadness as illusory...

She turned around, stopped looking at Mount Fuji, and strode down the mountain.

She didn't know the way back, so she didn't have to go back, did she?

The reason why Su Yaoyang left her behind and hasn't come to her until now, must be because he doesn't want to see her again?
Penniless, she didn't even know how to go back, the sky was getting dark, she huddled herself tightly in the public phone booth, like a stray dog ​​that no one wanted, stupidly looking at the raindrops falling on the ground, and kept Keep counting.

No one asked her why she was sitting here, and no one knew how painful her heart was, but she still forced a smile on her face and told herself: Su Yaoyang will definitely come to her.

But in fact, at this moment, Su Yaoyang was holding a woman's hand tightly, and beside that woman was a child who was less than four years old.

The woman was wearing sunglasses, which were very large, covering most of her face, and only her long and flowing hair, her pointed chin, her delicate eyebrows, and her tender red lips could be seen.

"Sir, you have identified the wrong person..." The woman wanted to shake off Su Yaoyang's hand, but she couldn't.

Su Yaoyang hugged her tightly, "No!"

"I didn't admit my mistake at all!"

"In my life, no matter who I admit to be wrong, I will never admit to you!"

"Man Luo, I am your Yao Yang, why do you refuse to recognize me?"

The woman lowered her head, letting her long hair cover her face, not looking at Su Yaoyang.

"Man Luo, don't pretend you don't know me. Do you know how hard I have been looking for you all these years?" Su Yaoyang hugged her tightly, afraid that she would disappear.

The woman didn't speak, but just listened quietly.

"Man Luo, is it that difficult for you to admit it's you?" Su Yaoyang went to pick off her sunglasses with trembling hands, but she avoided it.

"Man Luo, as we said, we want to come together to see the cherry blossoms at the foot of Mount Fuji. How can you leave for five years?"

The woman's cold face showed no expression, she just pushed Su Yaoyang's hand blindly.

"Man Luo, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't protect you well, I beg you, please forgive me, and come back to me, okay?"

Su Yaoyang, who has always been aloof, has ever been so condescending to women?

The woman didn't struggle anymore, and the tears under the sunglasses revealed her sadness.

"Man Luo, Man Luo, you finally admit me..." Su Yaoyang was very excited, hugging Gu Man Luo tightly, and suddenly laughed.

Laughter shuttled between the cherry blossoms, and the falling cherry blossoms fell on the two of them, which was so beautiful that it made people jealous.

"Wow..." The little boy beside Gu Manluo cried, and Su Yaoyang realized the existence of the child.

"Man Luo, who is he?" Su Yaoyang couldn't believe it, "This is our child?"

Gu Manluo nodded and brought the child over, "Yangyang, call Dad..."

The child glanced at Su Yaoyang, then at Gu Manluo, just crying, but refused to call anyone.

Su Yaoyang was a little helpless, but still happy, "Man Luo, don't worry, Yang Yang doesn't know me well, when he does, he will call me..."

Gu Manluo smiled, "Maybe..."

The joy of reunion replaced everything, Su Yaoyang had long forgotten about Chang Yihuan, and he didn't want to think about whether that woman was dead or alive.

He couldn't close his mouth with a smile, took Gu Manluo and the child into the car, and headed towards his manor.

Gu Manluo followed Su Yaoyang back to their love nest. The servant took the child away. Su Yaoyang couldn't help laughing again. He hugged Gu Manluo as if he had picked up some treasure.

"Manluo, I miss you so much..." Su Yaoyang buried his head in Gu Manluo's arms.

Gu Manluo buried herself in Su Yaoyang's arms, "Yang, I miss you too..."

"Why don't you come to me?" Su Yaoyang pushed Gu Manluo away.

(End of this chapter)