I Hear Once You Loved Me As Life

Six years later.

They would squat beside Ye Yiwen and the private detectives for twenty-four hours a day.

Finally, he found a piece of heartening news.

Someone on the other side of the ocean called Ye Yiwen. "I'm fine."

Only three words.

The call ended.

And that voice excited the private detective who had been eating for years.

On the same day.

Xie Jingchuan's private plane to London.

He had once seen in Song Youran's diary that she wanted to feed the pigeons together with him in the plaza.

There were still a lot of meaningless things to do, but it was enough for the two of them to kill time.

It sounded stupid.

But after she left.

Xie Jingchuan had been there a few times by himself.

There are always a lot of people, only a little quieter when it rains, sitting on a bench, the family pigeons will be on your shoulders.

He recalled the "fortuitous encounters" that Song Youran had recorded down.

A week later in London.

There was finally such an opportunity.

Friday afternoon, 5 PM.

When Xie Jingchuan was about to leave, the maid reminded him: "Sir, it's going to rain soon. Don't forget to bring an umbrella."

It was always raining.

In the gray sky, it was rare for morning to be awakened by the sun.

He stood in the crowded street and imagined what would happen to her after six years.

But the crowd came and went, and there was no sign of her.

Xie Jingchuan searched for traces of her all over the place.

Sometimes, the people he met were people with the same name as Song Youran.

Sometimes it's twenty or thirty.

Xie Jingchuan stood there, not moving for a long time. The pigeons circled around the plaza, and occasionally one or two landed on his shoulders.

The sky gradually darkened.

The crowd dispersed.

Rain drops fell quickly.

"Mommy!"

A five to six-year-old boy dressed in a gentleman's outfit, his chubby little face wrinkled. "You forgot to bring your umbrella again ??"

"Baby."

The woman smiled gently. "Who was it that went out to dilly-dally and lost everything?"

"Ya ya ya ya ??" "It's four words again. I feel so dizzy listening to it ??"

The little boy tightly held the woman's slender hand. Half of his body was leaning on her, and he had a mischievous and comical playful look on his face.

Xie Jingchuan gazed upwards.

He saw a face that lingered in his dreams. It was the same face as six years ago. His long hair was black and beautiful. It was tied up into a big perm that draped over his shoulders in a very flirtatious ma

er.

Time had been so kind to her.

She left him and returned to her bright and alluring appearance. Her face did not age in the slightest, instead, it became even more alluring.

"Song."

A golden-haired man with blue eyes chased after her, handing her an open umbrella.

He didn't know what he said.

Song Youran laughed and hugged him.

The man squatted down, and the little guy hugged his neck and gave him a big kiss on his cheek.

Xie Jingchuan stood on the other side of the road.

Suddenly, Song Youran realized that in a certain month, he was so jealous that he wanted to kill someone.

"Mommy."

The little guy tugged on the corner of Song Youran's clothes, "That uncle over there is so strange, he has been looking at you the whole time ??"

Song Youran reached out and scratched his nose, looking at him with a smile.

The look in his eyes suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

A moment later.

She covered her face with her umbrella and walked to the other side as if nothing had happened.

The little guy reminded her, "Mommy, this isn't the way for me to go home ??"

"Let's not go home yet."

Song Youran said: "I'll go buy a brush for you first. Shouldn't we be drawing tomorrow?"

She hadn't thought that she would meet that man here.

He left in a hurry.

The little guy couldn't keep up with her footsteps and panted as he trotted, "Mummy, do you think I'm too fat? "A

a's Mommy, she said she's too fat. She has to run 20 minutes a day to watch the animation ??"

Song Youran laughed involuntarily.

He stopped and looked at the little fellow.

Rain dripped from the sides of the umbrella.

The man in front of her had wet pants, which was reflected by the light. His shadow almost covered her whole body.

His voice was hoarse. "I heard that you once loved me as you wished."

So many people said he was crazy.

Only Xie Jingchuan himself knew.

Song Youran was alive.

Even if he couldn't find any trace of her existence.

Song Youran's hand that was holding onto the umbrella stopped, the little fellow looked at her, a pair of pitch black eyes filled with curiosity.

She slowly leaned her umbrella back.

"Sir, please step aside."

Song Youran did not pretend not to know him.

There was no flustered reaction after death.

Even the emotions of love and hate were gone.

It was like treating a stranger who blocked her path.

Xie Jingchuan did not move.

The narrow path was surrounded by puddles of water.

He blocked her way.

It did not achieve the effect of a 'chance encounter'.

It was more like an enemy meeting on a narrow path.

The little fellow's eyes sized up the two of them.

After a while, he puffed out his chest and said in a pure British accent, "Uncle, please step aside."

As Xie Jingchuan looked, the corner of his mouth slightly rose at the little boy who seemed to know the truth from his own words.

The little guy frowned and switched to Chinese. He opened his mouth once again and said with a serious expression, "Uncle, please step aside."