My Best Wife

Chapter 961 Unsolvable Tribulation (1)

Fang Zhiqiang's fingers were trembling, and he clicked on the text messages.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I know that you and Qiangzi are back in Shanghai, but I can't tell the truth, go to chat with you, eat your cooking. I'm sorry." This is a very early one, the day they just came back .

"Uncle, how is your health, can you still adapt when you come to Shanghai? Qiangzi has to go to work every day, will you be bored with no one. I really want to see you, but I can't. I want to give it to you too. Calling, but the reality is that I don’t even dare to connect. Because I’m afraid I can’t help crying...I’m even more afraid that I can’t help but visit you. You said that you don’t know words, and you can’t use mobile phones. So if I send you a message, you won’t see it. I will just talk to you like this."

"Uncle, I really want to tell you, don’t call me...every time I see your phone, it’s the most painful and tangled time of my life. I miss you so much, I miss a strong son, and I miss my time in Sichuan. A carefree life..."

"I really want to see Qiangzi. I went to work today and made a big circle to the downstairs of Jiajia Company, but I didn't have the courage to go upstairs. I'm afraid that when I see him, my persistence these days will be completely invalid... …But I really don’t know how long I can last. I feel in my heart that I live like a zombie every day, maybe even more miserable than them, because they don’t feel pain, not like me, and my heart is filled with the pain of separation. ."

"Sometimes I also resent Qiangzi, why can't I take the initiative and like me more. Why didn't I come to me; but think about it, that's okay, maybe I will slowly give up and forget him. But I don't know how long it will take..."

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I may really not be able to marry Qiangzi, and I won't be able to see you in the future. I may be marrying someone else, because if I don't do this, I can't forget Qiangzi at all. , There is no way to give up to him. I said that waiting for him for a lifetime... In my heart, he will always be my favorite person. If the person who marries in the end is not him, it doesn’t matter who it is. Just now I don’t know how far forever is, how far I can go without his life. I don’t know if I should give it back to you or what... But I really want to take it selfishly Stay. Only it can accompany me."

There are many more, which are daily greetings to Fang Zhiqiang's father, asking him how he is doing, almost every day. Fang Zhiqiang can almost imagine how Li Xiaoxiao cried and sent messages in the dead of night.

With her parents on one side and the one she loves most on the other, Li Xiaoxiao has been forced by reality to have no choice or retreat. She can only endure such pain and suffering. She has no way to vent and release, she can only use this method. , Talking silently.

Fang Zhiqiang’s father waited for a long time, looked at Fang Zhiqiang in a daze, and asked him doubtfully: "Is it from Xiaoxiao? Her two words, I looked like, the number and the name or her Save it for me. What did she send?"

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a long time and then smiled at his father. Only he could understand the bitterness of the smile: "She just asked if you were better, but when there was a problem with the phone, she kept repeating it. Nothing. Something else."

He said weakly, and there was really no way to explain it to his father. Could he say that Li Xiaoxiao is particularly uncomfortable now, and every message misses them?

"It's nothing." Fang Zhiqiang repeated weakly, as if to himself.

The father didn't speak, but his face showed a clear disappointment. After a long time, he nodded, "Oh", his eyes turned back to the TV.

Standing in the living room, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly felt at a loss. He didn't know what to do, so he stood blankly. What he thought of was the first time he came to this room long ago. At that time, he was still a little courier at that time, and Li Xiaoxiao's identity was not known yet. Li Xiaoxiao could almost be said to have tricked him over and hurriedly looked for things to send him.

"Fang Zhiqiang, I will ask you one last question. You really don't know me?"

Li Xiaoxiao's crisp and sweet voice seemed to be still in her ears, and the sunlight that afternoon fell on her face, she pointed to her face, so that he could see and remember the memories. But he didn't recognize at all, who was the girl standing in front of him, let alone knowing that in the future they would have so many **** and chaotic entanglements, and so deep pain.

Fang Zhiqiang didn't even think of the memories so long ago, such trivial things, that he has never forgotten until now, but he has never thought of it, but now bit by bit, it seems to be in his mind. It was as if the floodgate was opened, and the flood of memory surged down. He had a fight with a bald head and was hospitalized. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was almost kidnapped and kidnapped by Li Xiaoxiao and the others. Li Xiaoxiao bought him a lot of ingredients and brought soup to him early in the morning. Earlier, Liu Yan and Lao Bi borrowed Li Xiaoxiao’s house. He reluctantly came over to help move, but found in the living room the book Li Xiaoxiao had sent from him, so he asked Li Xiaoxiao to question him. But I saw Li Xiaoxiao packing her underwear...The scene of two people laughing and playing here, and even now he still clearly remembers where the magazines were at that time and what the room was at that time. Furnishings.

When did it start? Li Xiaoxiao had already taken root in his heart and was still growing tenaciously.

Is the person in his life really Li Xiaoxiao? If so, why do you miss it again and again? Could this be the twists and turns that God set him to test his love? But does God really have plans to make him happy and Li Xiaoxiao happy?

Heavenly king evil, peach blossom evil. These words suddenly jumped into his head again, and the old fortune-teller said that his marriage was an insolvency.

If this is really the case, what is he still working on? This vainly increased Li Xiaoxiao's pain and annoyance; but on the other hand, Wang Xia's words in the afternoon were still beating him word by word, making him restless, but he could not find an answer after thousands of times.

Fang Zhiqiang couldn't sit still. He couldn't stay in this room full of Li Xiaoxiao's breath and figure. He picked up the car key: "Dad, I have something to go out."

"It's so late, where are you going?" his father quickly asked him, but Fang Zhiqiang had already rushed out of the house, only to hear his father's distant voice: "Drive carefully!"