He handed it over to Dad Shen, and he also signed his name. When he signed the last word “日本” he suddenly felt relieved. He let out a deep breath and looked at the man in front of him with a smile and spoke.
“I hope you can keep this matter secret. I don’t want to hurt anyone. She is my favorite person. Can you do it?” Dad Shen’s face was extremely firm.
“If you don’t say this, I will tell you. I am the only one in this world who deserves to say this, and no one else deserves it. Well, it’s too late. You go back. I will come tomorrow morning. I hope nothing has happened between us.”
“Okay, it’s scheduled for tomorrow morning.” As he said that, he pushed open the door of the car and walked out. Watching him leave, Lu Jinghuan started the car and left.
The maple leaves fell silently, the night sky in late autumn was silent, and the occasional low chirping of crickets came from afar also brought a faint sorrow. The longing came with loneliness, and the recording pen in his ear recorded all the sounds he heard without falling. With a perfect curve on the corner of his mouth, he slowly picked up the wine glass on the table and started drinking.
Dad Shen watched his car leave alone, but his steps were as heavy as lead. He wanted to move but was so powerless. He slowly moved his legs and slowly sat down on the chair in the community. He took out the cigarette in his pocket and was about to light it. Looking at the cigarette box with only one cigarette, he held the box in his hand, and suddenly kneaded it into a mess and threw it on the ground.
As if he had to use all his strength, the cigarette box fell in front of him like a butterfly. He suddenly stood up and stretched out his feet and stepped on it hard. Suddenly, his arm was pulled by someone.