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Chapter 48

I will always love him.

The sound of running water in the kitchen, Jiang Nanhui and Cen Hanluo took over the task of washing the dishes after dinner.The two were next to each other, Jiang Nanhui laughed while washing, Cen Hanluo hugged him with his hips, took the plate he handed over, drained off the water, wiped it off with a rag, and said: "Look, you are so beautiful, the corners of your mouth are almost connected. Eyebrows."

"Han Luo, Han Luo." Jiang Nanhui said convincingly, "Why are you so good at grabbing people's hearts? You can see that my mother has been coaxed by you, and she suddenly looks younger by several years."

"Thanks to having Sister An Ran as my military advisor." Cen Hanluo said, "Otherwise, I don't know when you would talk to me about life in Jingnan."

"We already have a home in Pennsylvania, I just think..." Jiang Nanhui paused, "I don't want your life to change too much, I hope our life can always be safe and stable."

"In my place, home is not a fixed house." Cen Hanluo stacked the dinner plate and put it in the cupboard, speaking casually, but said every word into Jiang Nanhui's heart, "You are in Pennsylvania, my home is In Pennsylvania, if you are in Jingnan, my home is in Jingnan, and if you are by my side, my life will be stable."

After Jiang Nanhui listened, he turned his head and glanced at the door, then anxiously leaned over and kissed Cen Hanluo's lips.

Knowing that the two children had traveled all night and didn't get enough sleep, Yu Qing asked Jiang Nanhui to take Cen Han back to his room to rest.Jiang Nanhui's bedroom was clean and tidy, with a bookcase standing against the wall, a lamp on the desk, and a bed on the right side of the window. Cen Hanluo sat by the bed, looking up at the scenery outside the window.

Jiang Nanhui squatted in front of the bookcase and rummaged through it. The bottom box was full of review materials from his high school years. There were test papers and handouts, with Jiang Nanhui's handwriting on them, and Yu Qing was not willing to throw them away.

"Nan Hui, what are you looking for?" Cen Hanluo asked.

Jiang Nanhui replied: "My mother likes to collect my things very much. She even keeps my elementary school homework. I don't know if the handouts from Sihui English cram school are still there."

When Cen Hanluo heard it, he couldn't sit still immediately: "I'll help you find it together."

There are a total of five large cardboard boxes, three of which are filled with learning materials, and the two big men keep pushing and pulling in the cardboard boxes, both excited and more eager.

"Is it this?" Pulling out a test paper for the in-class exam, and quickly browsing through it, Cen Han said, "That's right, that's it."

"I found it too." Jiang Nanhui picked up the lecture notes and showed them to Cen Hanluo, "They are all here."

Cen Hanluo said with mixed feelings: "I miss you so much."

Jiang Nanhui took out all the stacked sheets of paper, looked through them carefully, and suddenly froze, and murmured in disbelief: "It's true..."

Cen Hanluo leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look here." Jiang Nanhui pointed to the two lines of text written in the blank space of the handout, "Isn't it written when we were listening to the lecture?"

- Are you in a better mood today?

- Much better, thanks for your concern.

"Yes." Touching Jiang Nanhui's handwriting with his fingertips, Cen Hanluo cherished it very much, "I seem to have a little impression."

He got up and spread out the handouts on the desk, the sunlight that slanted into the room illuminated the old handwriting, Cen Hanluo took a photo with his mobile phone, adjusted the dimming effect, and set it as the phone desktop.

Jiang Nanhui hugged Cen Hanluo from behind, looked at his mobile phone screen, and said happily: "It's really an unexpected harvest."

"The beauty when we met is still continuing." Cen Hanluo said, "bit by bit, every minute and every second."

Resting his chin on Cen Hanluo's shoulder, Jiang Nanhui tightened his arms, lazily basking in the winter sun with him, enjoying the leisurely afternoon.

After tidying up the bookcases and resting for half an hour, Jiang Nanhui reported to his parents that it was time to attend the class reunion.Cen Hanluo went downstairs with him, stepped out of the unit door, but stopped in place, Jiang Nanhui realized that there was no one around him, turned around suspiciously, with a wine red scarf around his neck.

Cen Hanluo helped Jiang Nanhui put on the scarf and said, "I'm going to stay at home with my uncle and aunt. I want to chat with them more."

Jiang Nanhui asked: "Aren't you going with me?"

Raising his hand and pinching Jiang Nanhui's face, Cen Hanluo said: "This class reunion, you have to catch up with everyone and re-establish contact. When we move back to Jingnan, we will see them often."

"I understand." Jiang Nanhui said, "But..."

"Nan Hui, you are a very good person." Cen Hanluo raised his eyes to look at him, Nunu said with his lips, "You are so good that people will always miss and linger, and even never forget."

"If it was me." Cen Hanluo said, "I will try my best to get to see you again, even if I know it will be the last time."

Jiang Nanhui reacted for a moment, and seemed to understand what Cen Hanluo meant.

"Go quickly." Cen Hanluo urged, "Take your time and drink, I'll wait for you to come back."

At six o'clock in the evening, the hotpot restaurant outside the east gate of Huaichuan Middle School, the largest box was full of people, shoulder to shoulder with each other, chatting in full swing.The mutton was eaten plate after plate, and the beer was dried bottle after bottle. Song Chen put his hand on Jiang Nanhui's shoulder, and there was always endless wine and endless conversation between the two of them.

There are people in a room with different occupations and jobs, and their appearance has changed from when they were eighteen or nine years old. Song Chen consciously became the host, and started a round of interviews with Jiang Nanhui. Everyone talked about their recent situation. , even if someone hasn't seen each other for several years, no one behaves alienated or alienated.

Pot after pot of water was added to the copper pot, and a whole case of beer was drunk. Several people gathered around Jiang Nanhui to criticize/fight him for losing contact and not replying to messages.One of them was drunk and mentioned Jiang Nanhui's past without restraint. Song Chen pressed the man's mouth, fearing that Jiang Nanhui would be unhappy, but Jiang Nanhui not only didn't care, but also punished himself with three glasses, and promised to call with a smile. Arrive.

Talking until almost nine o'clock, Song Chen began to send people out one after another.Jiang Nanhui accompanied Song Chen the whole time, fearing that he would not be able to do it alone, and helped him send the drunken old classmates to the taxi one by one. In the end, only the two of them were left in the private room.

Song Chen filled the wine for Jiang Nanhui and asked, "Where's Cen Hanluo?"

Jiang Nanhui replied: "At home with my parents."

Song Chen showed a smirk, and raised his glass: "How about it, are uncles and aunts satisfied?"

"It's still a question." Jiang Nanhui raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm quite satisfied."

After eating pistachios and chatting, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open by the waiter, the conversation was interrupted, and the two looked at the door at the same time.A man dressed in black with a mask covering his face came in, found a chair and sat down, didn't speak, looked at Song Chen with his eyes across the dining table, paused, and then froze On Jiang Nanhui's body.

The man seemed to have walked into the wrong room, but Song Chen didn't ask any further questions, he lowered his head and took out a cigarette pack and handed it to Jiang Nanhui: "Do you smoke?"

"No." Jiang Nanhui said, "I don't smoke much anymore."

The lighter burst into flames, and Song Chenwu lit one. The three people sitting in the room said nothing, only the copper pot was bubbling.After the cigarette was burned out, Song Chen asked Jiang Nanhui "Are you going?" Jiang Nanhui nodded, and he asked the person opposite him "Are you going?" The person opposite him also nodded, and the three of them left the box together.

There were few people on the road. Song Chen stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi to be called. He turned around, patted Jiang Nanhui's arm vigorously, and said in an apologetic tone: "You two are my friends, and the three of us are the youngest in the high school class." Brother Tie, don't be angry if I didn't say hello to you first."

"How could it be?" Jiang Nanhui smiled, "Not at all, it's not a big deal."

Tilting his head to look at Shen Xike, Shen Xike folded his arms and kept silent, the taxi stopped by the road with double flashing lights, Song Chen said: "Then I'm leaving, I will keep in touch from now on, I have to answer my phone."

"Must." Jiang Nanhui replied, "Be careful on the road."

After seeing Song Chen off, Jiang Nanhui looked at the car taillights at the end of his field of vision, then turned to Shen Xike, and asked in a natural tone: "Is there anything you can do with me?"

Shen Xike sometimes looked at Jiang Nanhui, sometimes stared at her feet, and said, "If you have time, please walk with me."

The two were one in front and one behind, with Jiang Nanhui following behind Shen Xike, keeping a distance of two meters from him from the beginning to the end.The night was completely dark, and the street lamps cast light and shadow on the ground. Jiang Nanhui didn't look at Shen Xike, but looked at the starry sky and the moon above his head.

After walking a few steps, Huaichuan Middle School learned.Shen Xike stood at the gate of the school, raised her eyes and looked into the depths of the campus, the memories of the past were like seawater surging, gradually flooding her mind.

At this time, Shen Xike finally said: "Do you still remember those things in high school?"

Jiang Nanhui answered irrelevant questions, and greeted politely: "Are you busy with work recently?"

Shen Xike said to herself: "Do you remember what happened in college?"

"Sorry." Jiang Nanhui replied, "I don't remember clearly."

"I've been thinking about the past during this time." Taking off the mask and holding it in her hands, Shen Xike said after taking a deep breath of fresh air, "Nan Hui, you are really good, really, no one is better than you."

"I can feel that you are different from the last time we met." Jiang Nanhui said, "You have matured, you have become more stable, and you are a bit like an idol."

"People always have to grow." Shen Xike said, "Sometimes, losing will make a person grow faster."

How does it feel to see Jiang Nanhui?Shen Xike has nowhere to escape, he misses Jiang Nanhui so much.Only after losing can he know how to cherish. After experiencing more people and more things, Jiang Nanhui's goodness has become more and more profound in Shen Xike's heart, but he probably won't have the chance to make a new choice.

"I'm developing very well now, and my career is going smoothly." Shen Xike said, "Nan Hui, am I getting better and better."

Her mind was in a mess, and the soles of her feet seemed to be unable to reach the ground. Shen Xike paused for a while, and opened her lips with difficulty: "Can you... give me another chance?"

Facing his former lover, Shen Xike showed his last confidence, turned his body to the right and back, he wanted to take a look at Jiang Nanhui: "Can we..."

"Don't look back."

The voice was interrupted, Shen Xike couldn't turn around completely, even in his peripheral vision, he couldn't see Jiang Nanhui.

The temperature was cold, Jiang Nanhui tightened his scarf, and calmly said: "You should be able to realize now that you should cherish those who really support you, like you, and love you."

Shen Xike replied hesitantly: "Yes."

"Know how to cherish them, and don't let them down to your expectations."

Jiang Nanhui said: "The past is long gone, go forward, don't stop, don't look back, for those who love you, and for yourself."

With chest tightness, Shen Xike slowly lowered her head, let out a long breath, and slowly put on the mask.After a long time, he closed his eyes helplessly, and said in a deep voice, "I see."

"My lover is Cen Hanluo." Jiang Nanhui said, "I will always love him."

Shen Xi's voice was like a mosquito: "Yes."

A vehicle on the road not far away was speeding, and the headlights flickered past.The surroundings became dark again, and the ears returned to silence, Jiang Nanhui said: "Shen Xike, we will never meet again."

Shen Xike bit her lip: "Yes."

Stepping forward, Jiang Nanhui put his hands in his pockets, passed by Shen Xike calmly, looked ahead, and said softly, "I will have the best life, and you will too."

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