The moon is gone

She fell in love with the frost at his temples. It was the wind on the white grassland, bringing the lure of wind, dust and wild things. He felt that under her white and black dress there was an unruly heart. He did not know whether to rejoice or fear.

Saturday called her to work overtime, the telephone hit her home, a long time, she just took the microphone. "Hello?" His voice was full of sleep. A word greasy with astringent, madadayo nana, green snake like drill into his ear. He hesitated. "It was me." Only to hear her cry, the phone dropped. How could he not know what is near fear?

After a night of dinner with clients, they're the last to leave. Inadvertently at a glance, see her wearing a clean white shirt, only cuffs have a group of silver thorn, more lined her face slightly smoked, peach blossom is also like, touching the soul without reason. Borrow three points of wine, he casually way: "Why always wear so plain?" She looked straight at him, like a small animal that has decided not to run any more, to the dark muzzle of a hunter's gun. "To match you." He never wears anything but black, white and gray. Sweat will stick her hair on the forehead, such as thick ink point broken plum, a kind of naive enchanting. It made him feel guilty and opened his eyes.

He big her round, since dare not make a time, but still gradually up the rumor.

Whether or not the rumor had anything to do with it, his wife suddenly came up to the office building with a gentle smile: "Brought your favorite spinach beef Patty, freshly baked." When the lid of the box was opened, the smell was overflowing and the office screamed. He generously invited the young people to share the meal, and they all ate oil, but suddenly saw her, sitting in front of the computer, her back like a wall of stubbornness. She ignored someone who greeted her. Hello again, she way: "Lose weight." His voice was strange, as if he had a whimper in his throat.

He was suddenly angry, but there was nothing he could do. The family, which had always been his treasure, was like a piece of ungnawed tendon between his teeth, which could not be removed.

He did not say anything, but the next month she received a transfer, sent to Guangzhou, a promotion. Colleagues congratulated her, she said nothing, only to him to cast a questioning look: Is it you?

He kept hiding, but received an E-mail on the Intranet: "... Tomorrow, can you see me off at the airport?"

There was rain outside the window and a faint sound of thunder. It was the beating in his heart, bigger and bigger, out of his heart, filling the ceiling.

To see her like this. The rain is like a tiny white lotus, falling petal by petal. Everyone was hiding in the terminal, but she stood alone in front of the door in the rain, her black dress wet and close to her body. Luggage is not much, only a mention of a back, clearly not a woman.

He's in the car, the car's in the parking lot, the parking lot's in the rain. When I saw her bare arms through the window, so young and weak, I felt the urge to embrace her in my arms.

Reach for the doorknob, but stop.

Heaven and earth are so empty, the airfield could be like a desert, but she stands like an altar girl, and her love is the sacrifice she confesses.

His hand tightened more and more on the handle. With a gentle twist, life may be changed. Fate knocks fiercely at the door, and white seraphs fly softly. The rain gradually fell tight, each drop is a scorched kiss, she was like a wet, lost the ability to fly sparrow, waiting for rescue.

He slowly released his hand. Draw the curtains, turn on the stereo, and build a loud little fortress to counter her presence. Inadvertently, brushed off the coin box, bending to pick up the time, clearly feel their own belly, hindering.

He is her in the April, she will go through, but he did not dare to lose his life.