Chapter 1680: Destiny (1)

Yang Zimei tore a piece of clothing through the line, called her grandma to help her sew it up, and said it was her favorite clothes. She wanted to sew it up and went out to meet her friends.
Zeng Hui was still struggling with Ronghe's affairs. When she heard Yang Zimei say this, she put down all these thoughts and took the needle box.
Entering through the door, Ronghe quietly looked at her behind the tree.
I have seen photos before, and now I have seen Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I have already made psychological preparations, and then I do n’t have much strangeness when I see real people who have grown old.
Looking at her gray hair, going through the vicissitudes of her face, the pupils who were no longer aura, there was a kind of feeling as if she had passed away.
The heart beats less intensely than expected.
He watched Zeng Hui quietly, watched her walk to Yang Zimei's front, picked up her clothes, sat down, and lowered her head to thread the needle.
She had sew it for him before.
At that time, when I saw her looking down and focusing on the needle, she felt that it was the most beautiful scenery in the world, and she couldn't get bored.
Therefore, he often, like Yang Zimei, deliberately tore the clothes and then asked her to sew up.
And she was happy.
Now she is not the young and beautiful girl of the day.
However, she still looked so quiet and so beautiful in her eyes.
"Huihui--"
Ronghe couldn't help coming out and screamed lowly.
Zeng Hui's hand shook, and the needle pierced the inside of her finger.
Ronghe looked in her eyes, and her heart hurt.
It was as if the needle had stabbed in his heart.
"Does it hurt?"
He crouched in front of Zeng Hui who was still standing, looked at her, and asked softly.
Zeng Huixi looked at him in front of him--
The heart seemed to stop beating, breathing was frozen, and the mind was blank.
He was no longer the flirty boy before, but she recognized him at a glance.
Everything about him had been deeply engraved in her heart. Even with so much resentment, he couldn't hide him.
"Huihui, it's me, Ronghe."
Ronghe reached out and grabbed her hand, which had become rough due to long-term labor, and put her finger-stabbed finger into her warm mouth, as if she was a teenager.
The feeling of a long absence, like an electric shock, made Zeng Hui's body slightly stiff.
To Shang Ronghe's eyes, her body was shocked, and she hurriedly pulled her hand out of his mouth. Huo stood up and wanted to escape in panic.
Where will Rong He let her run away?
He grabbed her by the hand and called quickly, "Huihui, don't go!"
Zeng Hui's body froze slightly, her steps were a little messy, and she reached out to cover her face.
She never wanted to look directly at him.
I don't want him to see himself.
"Huihui--"
Rong He shouted, "Stop and talk to me, okay?"
"There is no longer any good talk between us. Ronghe, let go!"
Zeng Hui tried hard to get rid of his hands.
Rong He refuses to relax!
He just grabbed it like that.
It took more than forty years to find her and grab her hand.
No matter what this time, he didn't want to let go.
Even if she had no feelings for him anymore, he wanted to talk to her more and give herself a chance to justify and let her untie.