[The next series of articles "It's Snowing Tonight" has been published, and the copy is at ↓]
｜Reunion, he, indifference × style
Xu Jiayu followed Jiang Boxue for three years.
Apart from his somewhat indulgent temper, he is almost a perfect lover.
——Until Jiang Boxue is getting married.
Of course the bride is not her.
Their relationship as lovers ended, and he said coldly that they were breaking up.
Xu Jiayu took the money he gave and boarded a flight abroad.
Just before boarding the plane, she brushed her hair, her eyebrows were moving, and she looked charming.
She raised her eyebrows and asked Jiang Boxue with a smile: "Are you going to forget me?"
The man in front of him was wearing a well-tailored suit, with sharp features and an indifferent and cold face.
He glanced at the hem of her legs and skirt indifferently.
The cheap texture and bright red color annoyed him.
Jiang Boxue frowned: "I don't think Miss Xu is any different from other women."
"Really." Her red-lipped smile remained unchanged, "Then give it a try. Mr. Jiang, I bet you can't forget me."
After that, she turned around and got on the plane without any regrets.
At that time, Jiang Boxue only felt that she was pretentious.
He still sat firmly in his distinguished position and didn't take the words of a mere woman to heart.
That year, the last heavy snow fell in Linhai.
Jiang Boxue brushed off the snowflakes on his sleeves, as if saying goodbye to Xu Jiayu.
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A few years later, she returned from abroad. We met again at his banquet in Haiting.
The dignitaries gathered together, but Xu Jiayu was still charming in a red dress, drinking and laughing.
Her eyes were wandering, but the man opposite was staring at her thin white wrists as she fed the wine, and his eyes were filled with anger.
That was the first time Jiang Boxue lost his composure.
The head of the Jiang family, who had always been cold and taciturn, smashed his wine glass, couldn't bear it, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her into a remote room.
He gritted his teeth and asked her, "How dare you come back?"
Xu Jiayu tapped his chest with her fingers, smiling vaguely.
Remember what he said a few years ago.
"I thought Mr. Jiang really forgot about me."
She curled her red lips frivolously, and her breath fell faintly on the side of his neck.
It was the most familiar scene he had dreamed about countless times in the middle of the night.
"It seems not."
[Didn't I agree not to talk about feelings?
2024.4.12
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[Copywriting of the series "Snow is Coming Tonight"]
｜he
On the night of the breakup, it snowed heavily in Beijing.
He stood in front of her with a cold expression: "I have to get married."
Just these five words, her thinking slowed down for a moment, and she was stunned for several seconds before she whispered back: "Okay."
She has always been a very sensible person. In his circle, she was his girlfriend for a period of time and then left obediently before he got married. She knew their best relationship was this.
She lowered her head: "Then I will leave Beijing tomorrow."
He was silent for a long time without speaking.
The snow fell deeper, and he said in a low voice: "The house I left before is for you, the deposit of three million, the jewelry, clothes, and cars I bought for you are all left to you... Do you have anything else to ask for?"
She knew he didn't want to be involved in anything other than marriage, so she meekly said softly: "No more."
A week later, news of his marriage came.
Three weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.
When I came out of the hospital, the snow had not stopped yet. I remembered that one winter when I was with him, it also snowed heavily in the capital.
He came out of Fuyou Street and waited for her on the street with his uniform wrapped in his coat for two full hours.
She arrived panting, looking up apologetically: "I thought you went home."
And he held an umbrella to look at her.
It was dark at that time, and the dim streetlight shone down from his left rear side. Half of his body was wet with snow, and the other half was in darkness.
He opened his lips and said softly: "I won't go home until I can wait for you."
Now.
He really wants to have a family, with another woman.
[That is your life after leaving Beijing.
2025.3.10 (New version 6.28)
Intention: I lost and found again, you can't ask for it
