Chapter 321 Zuo Ruoxin-Waiting for Happiness

Three years later, Zuo Ruoxin walked out of the airport in Provence with a light suitcase. Mediterranean-style buildings can be seen everywhere. She was holding a postcard sent from here a month ago, looking for a missing three

In the year, the traces of men wandering around the ends of the world.

Rent a room in an independent low building next to a lavender field. Zuo Ruoxin opened the window and looked at the large sea of ​​purple flowers that gradually connected to the blue sky outside the window. He took a deep breath. A refreshing fragrance instantly poured into her.

It seems that even the internal organs have been cleansed.

After dinner at the owner's house, she followed the postcard number and searched almost madly in the Provence area to sell it.

The unskilled French was intermittent, and many French people shook their heads repeatedly when they heard it. For three days, Zuo Ruoxin found almost nothing, lying on the tatami in the soft top attic. She held a star film and looked at the colorful photos reflected on it.

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It is said that the flower language of lavender is waiting for love.

"Shao Qipeng, it's been three years. How long do you want me to look for?" From the initial swearing, to the moment, there is only a sense of obsession left. Even Zuo Ruoxin herself doesn't know that she has been persisting for the past three years.

What.

Just because of one of his star films, he ignored his serious injury and his sister-in-law who had just reconciled with his brother, and set off alone with his luggage. Every time he sent a postcard, she would

Arrived in the city he had been to.

In three years, she traveled almost all over Europe, but never met him once on the bustling streets.

Her palms covered her eyebrows and eyes weakly. She was no longer the willful daughter of three years ago. She had long forgotten how she cried while drifting and venturing alone.

"Dingling." The phone made a crisp sound beside him, and Zuo Ruoxin put the earpiece close to his ear: "Hey?"

"Ruoxin, what did you instill in your sister-in-law? Why did she suddenly make noise to go to the United States?" Zuo Xiaomo asked angrily, making her ears hurt. Over the past three years, my brother's energy has been getting better every day.

The day was prosperous, and Zuo Ruoxin laughed in silence.

"I didn't say anything, but I just let it go last time and told my sister-in-law that you once met a blonde foreign beauty while negotiating business in the United States. Maybe my sister-in-law also wants to meet an unexpected romantic encounter."

Zuo Ruoxin deliberately stimulated Zuo Xiaomo's nerves. Listening to the other end of the phone, someone was so angry that he jumped up. The sound of Ling Xiaoxi cleaning up again, he felt that the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate.

She once was so jealous of her sister-in-law, the relatives she cared about the most, the man she loved the most, the man she fell in love with the most, and the man she fell in love with the most.

At that time, she was so stupid that she thought that without her existence, the person would look at her more and climb up to the corner of her mouth with a wry smile.

Three years ago, he finally let go, but chose to leave her world completely, leaving only such things, making her blindly search like a needle in a haystack.

"Shao Qipeng, is your heart really made of stone?" Zuo Ruoxin sat up from the bed, grinning at the celebrity film in which someone wrote the address in his hand, "But even if it was made of stone, this one will be born

Miss will be destined to be with you in this life!"

The crumbling belief became firm again, with bright black eyes, with all the determination.

Whether it is her sister-in-law or her brother, she has advised her to let go, but she just can't do it. The Zuo family is probably born with a paranoid factor in their blood. As long as they like it, even if they use all their means and exhaust their lives,

To get it, now my brother has finally waited for his spring flowers to bloom, and she is the only one left.

Zuo Ruoxin stayed in Provence for a whole week and finally found the postcard selling place. She stood in front of the store and communicated with the boss in unfamiliar French, trying to ask any clues about him.

"Ruoxin?" Just when Zuo Ruoxin and the boss had not communicated successfully for a long time, suddenly, a clear voice that only existed in the dream actually rang in her ears.

She turned around in surprise, and the man stood against the light, standing at the door of the shop. The bright sunshine became his foil. The beautiful streets of Provence were already monotonous backgrounds, only him, they were colorful, and they were the whole world.

The only color.

"Qi Peng!" Zuo Ruoxin called in surprise, threw away the boss who was speechless, rushed straight towards Shao Qipeng, and wrapped his hands around his waist: "I have been looking for you for three years, do you know?

You don't want her anymore, why don't you even give me a chance? I've traveled all the places you've been to, but I can't find you no matter what."

A hint of helplessness appeared on Shao Qipeng's warm face. Looking at the woman with tears in his arms, he hesitated for a long time before slowly lifting his arm and gently patting her trembling back.

"Stop crying." It was just three words that were extremely simple, but Zuo Ruoxin had completely collapsed with the fortress he thought was strong. She raised her head in tears and grabbed the collar of his white shirt, fiercely

She kissed the red lips she had imagined countless times but had never been close to.

Shao Qipeng's whole body froze, as if he hadn't expected her to be so fierce. His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. He wanted to push someone away, but when he saw her trembling eyes and the crystal tears falling from the corners of his eyes, he finally sighed.

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His lips were as clean and soft as his human being. Zuo Ruoxin incorporated almost all his courage and obsession into this deep kiss, biting unfamiliarly, and tinkering in his mouth randomly, which was very like

The child venting his grievances.

It was not until the smell of blood spread in her mouth that she let go in disappointment, and she seemed a little lost. Her fingers kept rubbing against her swollen lips, as if she was still savoring the smell that belonged to him.

"Does it feel better now?" Shao Qipeng chuckled helplessly. Even wearing the most ordinary shirt, his innate elegance did not diminish at all. He stood there, looking at her with a smile. The first time, left

Ruoxin saw his own reflection in his clear eyes.

She was the only one who wanted to make his eyes look like she was in his mind forever and forever. This thought was like being possessed, deeply rooted in his mind and could no longer be removed.

"Why are you here?" Shao Qipeng accompanied her and walked beside the vanilla field where the sunset was setting. The windmill was spinning not far away, and the sound of water drifted, irrigating into this countryside along a narrow ditch.

Zuo Ruoxin's cheeks were fluffy. After that kiss, she always felt that they should have become different.

"I'll come to find you." The shyness between her eyebrows was flowing freely. She raised her head and looked at him with burning eyes. She was more bold than the implicitness she was three years ago.

Shao Qipeng was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "Have you been looking for me?"

"Yeah." She focused her head and counted the places she had been to following his footsteps. She would stay for a month in every city, and then wait until the next postcard was delivered before she would leave.

"Why? Why are you looking for me so persistently?" Shao Qipeng was puzzled. What was her obsession with herself? It was just love at first sight at the banquet? It was just because of his gentle mask?

Zuo Ruoxin bit her lips gently and looked at him stubbornly: "Just like you like her, I like you, no reason! I just like you, want to see you all the time, want to protect you, and

When you speak, your heart beats faster, and when you can’t see you, you will be worried!”

She honestly expressed her emotions, and the longing that arises because of him and the pain that feels because of him, she completely cut her heart open and placed it in front of him.

"I have been to many places and can't help but wonder, a month ago, were you standing on the same street with me, enjoying the beautiful scenery under the same sky, and thinking about it this way, your mood will become

Very good, and then I will have the courage to continue looking for it." Zuo Ruoxin grinned and smiled brilliantly, "It doesn't matter if you don't like me now, it doesn't matter if you continue to escape. I will keep following you until you are willing to stop

Steps, look back at the day I will see me.”

There is no coercion, no pain to retain, but only a innocent heart, the purest and cleanest heart that belongs to a girl.

"Don't you regret it? I have brought you so much grievance and pain." Shao Qipeng's clear eyes slid a little apology. At that time, he was too willful. When he was pursuing his love, he forgot that he hurt him.

It's also a girl who is also obsessed with him.

Gentleness is a double-edged sword that hurts others and yourself.

"No regrets, my brother said that the road you choose will be hard or difficult, you will have to walk it even if you kneel down! I don't believe that your heart is made of stone. Sooner or later, I will enter your heart and put those things

All those who once occupied a place were driven away." She said so firmly, as if this was taken for granted.

Shao Qipeng smiled and said nothing. The two of them lived in Provence. At dawn, they took a bus to the Mediterranean, looked at the waves, counted the footprints on the beach, and smiled. When it was dark, they sat next to the lavender field.

, watching the large purple color dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset, the scene was so spectacular that it was unforgettable.

Occasionally he would take out the camera and take a picture of her inadvertent appearance, with joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow. In the end, he had recorded hundreds of pictures without realizing it.

There is no vigorous entanglement, misunderstanding, and hurt, but only a long flow of water. Slowly, he began to get used to where he went, and would have someone else around him, joke with her, and occasionally they would watch a love movie.

Then he walked out with the crowd inadvertently holding hands.

Zuo Ruoxin didn't know when he would forget the woman who occupied the first half of his life, but she knew that as long as she worked hard, she could still occupy the second half of his life.

On the last night after leaving Provence, she and he stood in the lavender field with his fingers tightly, took a sweet photo and gave it to those who had loved, hated, envied, but tried to let go.
Chapter completed!