Hail has passed!!

The wind is still strong, the rain is still heavy!!

Zhuang Haoran and Bo Yi were still in the middle of the night, pulling the trench in wetness to avoid secondary hail!!

There is a shed in front of me that is not tied firmly and has a sloppy slant, and it will fall with the wind!

Zhuang Haoran immediately ran over in the face of the heavy storm, and instantly stretched out his hands to push the trench away. Who knew that several hail fell from the top and hit his forehead with a bang. He screamed loudly, and when his hand pressed his forehead, he felt a gust of blood surge...

While pushing up the trench, Bo Yi looked at Zhuang Haoran on the other end and shouted: "Zhuang Haoran!! Are you injured?"

"It's okay!" Zhuang Haoran didn't say anything, letting the rain wash the wound on his forehead, but he still stood in front of the grape trellis and pushed open the shed with care!

Bo Yi's eyes showed excitement and looked at the man in front of him. For the first time in so many years, he had met such a passionate man, so he didn't say anything anymore and continued to push up the grape trellis!!

After a busy night, the two men finally pushed up the trellis in the garden, then sank heavily under a vine, constantly wiping sweat with their arms.

Bo Yi looked at Zhuang Haoran, who was mixed with sweat and rain beside him, and sat tiredly on the ground. Although the blood had stopped, the wound on his forehead was still there. He immediately frowned and said coldly: "Go back quickly! Let Kexin wipe it for you! I went back to get the rope just now, she was about to run out, I drove her away! I guess now... I am waiting for you in the room!"

Zhuang Haoran smiled a little, faced the heavy storm, looked at Bo Yi and said, "How do you know she is waiting for me in the room?"

"You are a normal man! I look down on you!" Bo Yi coldly peeled off the soil from his shoes with his hands and found that there was a wild vegetable that had been ruined.

"I like her very much..." Zhuang Haoran said quietly in the face of the entire vineyard in the face of the storm.

"I know..." Boyi continued to pluck the wet mud.

"You don't know..." Zhuang Haoran said with a smile: "Since I met her for the first time, I have a very strange emotion, something that inexplicably pulls me. Even if I know that she has someone in her heart, she still accounts for 99%..."

Bo Yi looked at him in surprise and said, "There are men in this world that are more attractive than you?"

Zhuang Haoran held his hands in the soil, posing in his model position, slightly contracted his long legs, placed them in the terraced fields, and said with a chic smile: "He is more attractive than me, I admit it."

Bo Yi frowned and looked at him.

"Treat a woman sincerely. For so many years, although I hate his behavior, I still admire him in my heart..." Zhuang Haoran's face was a little solemn, but he said with a wry smile: "In today's world, is there that man who is as prominent as him, who is loyal to his emotions for love? At least... I can't understand, and I can't..."

Boyi listened silently.

Zhuang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Sometimes, he challenged him in the mall, occasionally he won, occasionally I won. Although I admit that I am smart, sometimes he still takes the overall situation elegantly... He is really charming..."

"President Jiang?" Bo Yi guessed it, but said sarcastically: "The god who asked you to climb over the wall actually tormented two presidents?"

"It was two presidents who tormented her..." Zhuang Haoran smiled, and breathed tiredly again, but said gently: "You can't understand. She has a sense of courage, as if she is born in a constant stream. For the belief in her heart, she can give a lot, such as... buying a bouquet of roses, standing in the cinema waiting for someone who will never come, standing in the rain, persistently believing in that person..."

Biaoyi listened quietly.

"The persistence in her body is very strange, and I even believe that she may never love others again in her life..." A little lonely light appeared in Zhuang Haoran's eyes.

"Then you have to get in?" Bo Yi looked at him and said dissatisfiedly.

"..." Zhuang Haoran was silent for a while and said quietly: "The relationship is strange, like brewing wine, being picked, peeled, roots removed, cored, soaked, and then staying in a bucket. After fermentation, it endured ten, twenty, and thirty years of waiting, waiting for the day when the time was ripe... But even though it was ripe, you may not necessarily fall into the hands of people who knew how to appreciate..."

Boyi thought about this sentence.

"Do you understand what I mean?" Zhuang Haoran laughed at the wood.

Boyi couldn't help laughing.

Do you understand? What causes the fermentation of the wine? It is the little feelings of the winemaker... It is the cruel soaking of peeling, roots and cores... It is even more lonely waiting for a long time... What is waiting for? Waiting for the fragrance of flowers next year... Waiting for the commonality and recognition given by the fragrance of flowers...

There was a man who understood the truth and knew the pain of life and love, but chose to take the initiative to face it.

The rain is still falling. Welcoming the violence.

Zhuang Haoran was wet and stepped heavily in the mud against the storm, enduring the inflammation caused by the attack of ice bubbles in the wound. The high fever rose again, gasped and coughed several times before walking to the small apartment, looking up at the lights in his room, his eyes flashed, and a little smile appeared. He took a few steps faster, holding the handrail while coughing, and slowly climbing upstairs...

The darkness and quietness are back.

Zhuang Haoran felt wet and cold outside, but he felt a high fever inside. The troubles of ice and fire made this man who was as strong as iron almost faint. He blinked his eyes lightly and held the wall in his hand. He finally came to his room and looked at the closed door. He remembered a warm figure inside, and understood the meaning of love more than before. He smiled and took out his hand, held the door lock, twisted it lightly, and called gently: "I'm sorry, Kexin, I'm late for coming back..."

The room was empty, even with the cold wind and rain blowing in from outside the window. The lonely desk lamp was just lit with a faint light.

Zhuang Haoran's pale face blinked his blank eyes and looked at the empty room. He felt a little disappointed, but he was unwilling to misunderstand. He slowly dragged his heavy body, turned around and walked out of the room, and came to the door opposite, trying his best to calm his expression and not let himself look haggard. He stretched out his hand with a smile, knocked on the door gently, and called gently: "Kexin?"

There seemed to be no sound in the room.

Zhuang Haoran's eyes flashed a little tired, but they still knocked on the door with a smile, and shouted softly as if they were pampered: "Kexin... I'm back, sorry, I'm late..."

There is still no sound inside.

Zhuang Haoran calmed his face, waited for a while, and subconsciously listened to the movement of bedding in the room. His heart ached, and then said with a smile: "Little guy, are you angry with me? Sorry, just now because there were too many sheds... open the door and let me see you... Hum?"

There is still no sound inside.

"Kexin..." Zhuang Haoran's eyes flashed, as if he was a little overly emotional tonight, and said anxiously: "I don't want to turn over the terrace anymore. You must know that we have been working hard to get through today. I cherish it very much when I thought of the few months I went to France to find you... Because my little things are worth cherishing, just like you gave me a stitch and thread screen. I was actually very moved that day... I appreciate the little things that love me, do you understand? If you don't want to be with me, it doesn't matter, let me see you... Hum?"

Is there any sound inside?

Zhuang Haoran was tired and pointed his head at the door. His body was extremely weak, and his sweat slid down, but he was still heavy and weak. He shouted softly as if he begged: "Kexin... open the door... I miss you very much tonight... open the door... I know you are by the door..."

Tang Kexin curled up at the edge of the crack in the door, covered her mouth with her hands, allowing tears to fall, but she remembered that her father was just sick, and her heart suddenly felt ache... No one can understand how scared this girl was, the death of her father's life...

"Kexin... open the door... believe me... open the door... I can handle anything no matter what happens... Hum?" Zhuang Haoran felt dizzy and almost fell asleep in the pain.

There was still no sound inside.

Zhuang Haoran looked at the door helplessly and desperately, turned around and slowly sat down along the door, leaving his body wet, but he still closed his eyes and waited coldly, unwilling to go to the opposite room to seek some warmth...

Time passes by little by little.

The dawn lightly opened, and the blue sky slowly appeared. Overnight, the green forests in the vineyards reappeared in vitality under the protection of two men...

God praised the little effort and gave this place of life and a little sunshine.

It just happened to be reflected on a certain grape forest...

This grape forest happened to be the man who pushed the shelf hard and was hit by ice bubbles in the middle of the grape forest that was to protect the brain. Suddenly, a blue butterfly flew over quietly, stopped lightly on a certain green leaf, flapping her wings happily...

The sunlight refracts down again.

In fact, in fact,... a small flower bud appeared in a two-way leaf.

The ground kiln is like the bloody wine in a wooden barrel, and finally begins to wait and wander for fate. Responding to this fragrance of flowers, he is ready to echo the boiling sound...

Zhuang Haoran was waiting outside the door for a night, looking out the window with a pale face. The sun shone down and landed on the grape forest. She was so full of life that she finally understood her choice, and she supported herself silently, endured the high fever in her body, turned around and walked back to her room...

The door, close gently.

Some hardships are like the luster of life. How can we wash away all the pain?

Zhuang Haoran's whole body seemed to be exhausted. After taking a shower, he changed into a white shirt and white casual pants in discomfort. He was about to lie on the bed in discomfort, but inexplicably heard a sound outside the door. His eyes lit up immediately. He immediately walked out of the room, opened the door and shouted: "Kexin!!"

Jiang Tianlei stood coldly by Tang Kexin's door and turned around to look at him.

His eyes flashed with pain.

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