Shijun stood in front of the closet and slowly opened the door, his brows furrowed as if he was searching for some kind of lost memory. Those familiar sweaters, which he had obviously placed in the cabinet with his own hands, disappeared at this moment.
"Wen Qing, Wen Qing!" Shijun cast his eyes anxiously towards the living room, hoping to catch Wen Qing's figure.
Wen Qing walked slowly from the direction of the living room, with a hint of impatience on his face: "What's wrong? Shijun, what do you want from me?"
Shi Jun gently held Wen Qing's shoulders, with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Wen Qing, where are my sweaters? The weather is getting colder today, and I want to add a sweater."
Wen Qing She frowned slightly and said calmly: "Those sweaters are already old. I threw them away yesterday. However, I went to the mall to buy a brand new sweater for you." As she said that, she He took out a brand new wool sweater from the closet and handed it to Shijun, "Try this on and see if it fits."
However, Shijun did not accept the hand from Wenqing. sweater, his expression became serious and serious: "Wenqing, where did you throw my sweater? You know, Yu Yan knitted it for me stitch by stitch."
Wen Qing's emotions seemed to be touched, and she said angrily: "Yes, I know that Fang Yuyan knitted them for you, so I have to throw them away. I don't want Fang Yuyan to be at home. I don’t want you to stand in front of me wearing the sweater she knitted.”
Shijun grabbed Wen Qing’s arm tightly, his tone revealing firmness and persistence: “Wen Qing, tell me. "I, where did you throw them?"
"I threw them into the trash can outside," her tone revealed a free and easy tone, as if she was narrating. It was a small thing that had nothing to do with her. "Perhaps, they have been taken home by those industrious old scavengers. Shijun, just think of it as a good deed and give them to those in need."
Shijun turned around and rushed downstairs without hesitation. He went straight to the trash can downstairs and began to carefully search for the waste in it. There was only one persistent thought in his mind - to find those precious sweaters. These sweaters were knitted for him by Yu Yan himself, stitch by stitch. To him, they meant far more than any wealth, or even the entire company he owned. Losing Yuyan has become a pain in his heart that will never be healed. But now, he even accidentally lost the only precious souvenir she left for him.
Tears fell like drizzle, wetting his eyes and making his vision blurry. However, he paid no attention to this and concentrated on searching in the trash can, even though the pungent stench was unbearable.
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"Shijun, you can only open your eyes after I count to one, two, three." Yu Yan's gentle voice echoed in his ears.
"Shijun..." Wen Qing called him softly, but he seemed to turn a deaf ear. Wen Qing quickly walked to the trash can, stood firm, raised her voice, and almost yelled at him: "Don't look for it again!" Tears slid quietly down her cheeks. She stared at Shijun, her eyes full of dissatisfaction. Answers and doubts: "Why? Are you so obsessed with Fang Yuyan?"
Shijun burst into tears and choked up and said: "Yuyan, she gave me everything I have now. If it hadn't been for her appearance, maybe I would have passed away quietly on that stormy night."
There were tears on Wen Qing's face, and those tears fell silently like broken beads.
Shijun's voice rang in the air again: "Yuyan not only saved my life, but also opened up a new life for me. She gave me the most precious love, which made my once withered heart Renewed. If you really love me, you should be grateful for everything she has done for me, instead of being resentful of her and mistakenly thinking that she has taken away my love for you. ”
< p> Although Wenqing knew the truth, she still refused to face it calmly. Deep in her heart, she felt crazy jealousy towards Yuyan. Why Yuyan was able to monopolize Shijun's heart and win his wholehearted love was something she could never let go of.The lost sweater could never be found again. Shijun returned home in despair. He had lost the most precious thing in his life, and his heart was filled with unspeakable loss and sorrow.
Wen Qing gently wrapped her arms around Shijun's side, and her head gently rested on Shijun's solid shoulder. She whispered in a coquettish tone: "Shijun, I really know I was wrong. Can you give me a chance to forgive me? Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"
Shijun shook his head gently, with a little helplessness. In the end, he chose tolerance and decided to forgive Wen Qing.