"Man Yao Long Song" was successfully completed, and it was already a week after Cheng Weiyue returned to Jingcheng.

Zhou Jingwei was waiting for her at the door of Rainbow Media, wearing a gray trench coat and a gentle smile.

The New Year is approaching and the city is already feeling lively.

Cheng Weiyue put the suitcase aside, with a smile on her face, and ran quickly to the man waiting there.

Zhou Jingwei hugged her firmly, and his voice was close to her ear, gentle and hoarse: "Little Moon, welcome home."

His voice was so familiar that Cheng Weiyue felt soft-hearted for some reason.

She silently hugged him tighter, and at the entrance of the company where people were coming and going, she said in a muffled voice: "I miss you so much, Zhou Jingwei, I dreamed about you last night."

It was like a coquettish word. Zhou Jingwei curled the corners of his lips, rubbed her earlobe with the tip of his nose, and asked seemingly casually: "What did you dream about me?"

Cheng Weiyue's face was shy and slightly red.

She said: "I dreamed that the daffodils you planted in Xiangshan Palace were all blooming. There was a large area of ​​flowers that were very fragrant. You stood among them and smiled at me, and your smile was very beautiful."

Zhou Jingwei listened to her unguarded and romantic words and lowered his eyebrows to cover the darkness in his eyes.

Dinner was at the city center hotel where the two had just been together. The Twin Towers were still standing landmarks, symbolizing all the prosperous stories of this city.

Zhou Jingwei also cleared the field.

The same position by the window, the same bright lights, it feels like a different world.

The pre-dinner dessert is candied cherries, wrapped in sour and sweet jam, which is Cheng Weiyue's favorite taste.

Zhou Jingwei placed his share in front of Cheng Weiyue and smiled as she watched her eating seriously.

There was sauce on the corners of her lips, and he wiped it off for her little by little with a wet towel.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious!" Cheng Weiyue poked a cherry and handed it to Zhou Jingwei: "Would you like to try it too?"

Zhou Jingwei shook his head and said, "No, Yueyue will eat it by herself."

Cheng Weiyue didn't force it, so she gave up.

Zhou Jingwei looked at her side face, and his heart surged.

"I've eaten a lot of lunch boxes these days, and I'm really not used to eating a full meal all of a sudden." Cheng Weiyue didn't notice it, sighed with emotion, and said: "Are people like this? It's easy to be infected by the environment.

Get used to some things."

"If you don't want to get used to it, don't get used to it," Zhou Jingwei touched her hair and said softly, "I'll open a card for you here and pay the annual fee. Come over whenever you want to eat."

Cheng Weiyue swallowed the cherry in her mouth, her eyes widened: "Have you applied for a card? Or is it an annual card? Isn't it expensive?"

The last word "noble" is very powerful.

There was a waiter at the door. Listening to Cheng Weiyue's straightforward and lovely words, she couldn't help but show a kind smile.

Zhou Jingwei also smiled, and the hand he placed in her hair became gentler: "It's not expensive. The little princess should use the best everything."

After dinner, Zhou Jingwei took her hand and put it in his own, caressing her gently inch by inch.

There was no color of lust, Cheng Weiyue felt pity in his gentle movements.

Cheng Weiyue didn't know which book she had read before, that the deepest feeling a man has for a woman is affection.

If love and compassion are present, it is the ultimate deep love.

This doesn't sound very reasonable, but Cheng Weiyue somehow remembers it very clearly.

She raised her eyes and looked at the lingering color between Zhou Jingwei's eyebrows and called his name: "Zhou Jingwei."

"I'm here," he sighed softly, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses becoming warmer and thicker: "Little Moon, no matter what time, you must remember that I love you."

Cheng Weiyue read the metaphor of separation in these words.

He didn't say it clearly, but she was so smart and transparent, she understood it quickly.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Cheng Weiyue didn't ask anything. She just said: "Zhou Jingwei, you have encountered a very difficult thing, right?"

Zhou Jingwei is right.

Very light.

Cheng Weiyue's eyes welled up with heat. She suppressed it and said, "Then am I your weakness?"

This time, Zhou Jingwei raised his eyes and looked at her.

His eyes are very beautiful, elegant and profound. When staring at someone so deeply, it is easy for people to have the illusion of tenderness.

Cheng Weiyue heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Yueyue, you are my life."

What a third-rate line in a vulgar love story.

But Zhou Jingwei said it so seriously, it didn't sound like he was a little bit fake or a little pretentious and sensational.

Cheng Weiyue knew what he said was true.

It's not a weakness, it's life, so there can't be any negligence.

In such a quiet space, Cheng Weiyue shed a large tear and hit the back of Zhou Jingwei's hand.

Then the skin began to feel pain spreading thinly.

"I received a call from Li Qi. He said that you now have a good opportunity to study abroad." Zhou Jingwei did not let himself hesitate, smiled slightly, and said in a very soft and warm tone: "Yueyue, no need.

If you are worried about me, go ahead."

"Don't you want me to stay with you?" Her voice trembled slightly.

In the most difficult moment of his life, she had to chase her dream. How cruel.

"I hope you go," Zhou Jingwei arranged the broken hair on her forehead with deep eyes: "I hope you are happy every day you are with me and can do whatever you want to do. As for me

, do you still remember Yan Hui’s courtyard? I said before, I will not migrate or leave. Wherever the moon is, I will be there."

There are always reunions and separations in this world, but I always believe that every temporary separation is for a better encounter.

Cheng Weiyue didn't know why she kept crying. Her tears seemed to be out of control, and they fell quickly and quickly.

He clearly wanted to say something calmly, but the physical sadness took over her.

"Why are you crying like this? Don't you still want to celebrate the New Year with me? I'll try my best to find time to be with you, okay?" His fingertips wiped the tears on her face, pressed them under her eyes, and rubbed them slightly.

Lili said: "Be good, don't cry anymore."

Cheng Weiyue sniffed and said she wouldn't cry.

But the next moment, she almost threw herself into Zhou Jingwei's arms and said in a sad tone: "Zhou Jingwei, I can't bear to have you face this alone, but I know that you want me to stay away from right and wrong... Reason tells me,

I should listen to you, but...but I still want to stay with you."

He didn't want her to accompany him, but he knew what was best for her.

How could he give it up?

He didn't give up even a single bit.
Chapter completed!