Chapter 87: He is important

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Xia Zhixing nodded and sighed helplessly, lying on the sofa in all directions, "Isn't there a saying that you can't escape, just enjoy, haha..."
Xia Zhixing laughed spontaneously, and pushed Tang Xin amusedly.
Tang Xin also smiled, "It really is."
"Yes, I lived for 26 years before I met such a good girlfriend. How can I be willing to leave? I want to stay and torture you." Xia Zhixing rushed over with another bear hug, Tang Xin shouted unbearably.
"I also lived for twenty-two years before I met you, a woman who was willing to fight for me, and did not dismiss me as a'mentally ill', and I didn't want to let you go." Tang Xin thought of the critical moment that day, and Xia Zhixing did it for her Everything, could not help but red eyes, reached out and hugged her.
"So, let's be good girlfriends for life! No matter what happens, the men who appear can't separate us!" Xia Zhixing patted Tang Xin's shoulder very happily, took the table wine and poured two glasses, One drink per person, "Come! Respect our friendship, like this red wine, the longer it is, the more precious it is!"
"Okay!" Tang Xin burst into tears and smiled, taking the red wine and drying his head.
"Xin Xin, what are your plans next? Do you want to continue your playing career?" Xia Zhixing asked, chatting.
Tang Xin shook his head, "I won't touch the piano anymore."
She thought about it, as long as she likes everything, he will destroy it, then if she doesn’t like anything and doesn’t care about anything, she can live peacefully.
"But... isn't the piano your favorite? Is it a pity you give up like this?" It's a pity that the so-called genius pianist was buried.
"What can I do if I don't give up? Maybe, that's not the way I should go." Tang Xin lowered his head as if stirring coffee indiscriminately, his eyes darkened.
Xia Zhixing couldn't help but think of the picture of seeing Tang Xin playing the piano. It seemed that when she touched the piano, her whole body was glowing, which made people couldn't help but wonder. She was born to be a piano.
"It's your husband's reason? If you did it to love him, I can still understand, then you tell me, do you love him?" Give up your dreams, as painful as the ribs on your body.
Xia Zhixing's words poked the sadness in Tang Xin's heart.
There has never been love between them, and there are many physical entanglements. In his words, it is simply fulfilling the obligations of the husband and wife.
She looked up, smiled lightly, and digressed. "Don't talk about me, talk about you. Since you don't have to hide anymore, what are you going to do next?"
Her knowledge of Xia Zhixing is also limited to her being sold to others. She lost all her memory before the age of eight. At the age of 26, she was named Xia Zhixing and desperately wanted to escape from someone. But she never told her who the person who bought her was, was it the same person she wanted to escape from.
Xia Zhixing knew that she did not want to talk, and no longer forced her, shrugging her shoulders and leaning her whole body into the sofa again, "I have no ambitions, and the only wish is to find the vague shadow that has been hovering in my heart, intuitively telling He is very important to me, so important that I can trade my life! So, I still want to find him!"
With that she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist.
"Will it be your loved one?" Tang Xin guessed.
"I thought about this possibility, but the intuition is not. He used to be more worthy of my belief than his relatives."