At this moment, Shumei wanted to ask: Boyi, do you remember the past? Jizong and I always had secret dates here, and you helped keep watch for us.
At this moment, Boyi wanted to ask: Shumei, do you remember the past? You and Jizong were secretly dating here, and I was keeping watch for you.
The two of them thought the same thing tacitly. They looked at each other and smiled, but no one said what was in their heart.
The sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with sunset clouds. Boyi once wished so much that he and Shumei would be the ones watching the sunset, and now his dream has finally come true.
Looking at the sunset in the sky, both of them had happy expressions on their faces. Shumei gently leaned her head on Boyi's shoulder and said softly: "Time is quiet and good. I hope every day in the future can be this beautiful."
“Yes!”
Boyi answered with just these two simple words and put his arm around Shumei's shoulders.
Zhang Xiaoqin returned home, still without any sense of guilt or self-blame, and still had the same arrogant attitude as before.
Seeing her return, her mother-in-law would definitely not like her anymore. Not only did she ruin Jiang Ling's reputation, she also ruined a good marriage for her.
From that day on, Jiang Ling lost contact with Wei Jie. She kept calling him, but he didn't reply.
After she calmed down, she finally stopped locking herself in the house and finally had the nerve to go to the county town to look for Wei Jie. Once, twice, three times... again and again, she was turned away.
She began to write letters to Wei Jie, one, two, three... Not only did she not receive a reply from Wei Jie, but all the letters she sent were returned to her unopened.
Later, Jiang Ling found out that Wei Jie had moved and no longer lived there. She completely lost contact with Wei Jie.
For the rest of her life, Jiang Ling did only one thing each day: wake up early, wait at the village entrance, and sit on a large rock, hoping Wei Jie would come find her. She would leave at sunrise and return at sunset. Day after day, like a waiting stone, she waited for her husband's return.
When she entered the village just now, Zhang Xiaoqin saw Jiang Ling. She even shamelessly went to greet Jiang Ling, "Lingling, what are you doing sitting here alone like an idiot?"
How could Jiang Ling, who was distracted, pay any attention to her? She could only walk home in boredom.
As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Xiaoqin asked nonchalantly, "Mother, what is Lingling doing sitting alone at the intersection? Her expressionless face is quite scary."
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