Chapter 38 Chapter Thirty-Seven

Xiaolu saw that man again. It was on the edge of the Pujiang River, and the evening breeze blew gently, and there was a smell of Jiangnan soil on the river, but there were neon lights and skyscrapers bright all night, and there were hundreds of tourists and lovers. "Is it donating money to children with leukemia?" "Yes." A female college student who was a youth volunteer for a charity organization said with a smile. She was holding a donation box in her arms. There was a red heart in the center of the box, and a certificate of a charity organization was attached to the box.

The man quickly took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the donation box. "Thank you." The female college student bowed to them, and then gave them a love medal. Xiaolu took the medal, pulled the man to the railing by the river, and said in a low voice, "You are so strange, you can buy a broken medal for 100 yuan." "As I said, I like helping others." The man said with a smile. "Like you helped me?" "yes." Xiaolu smiled: "Hey, there are so few fools like you now, it's so cute." The man also laughed, and he stopped talking, looking at the scenery on the other side of the river silently. A gust of wind from the river blew up Xiaolu's hair, and the strands of hair brushed against his cheeks.He suddenly said, "Xiaolu, are you cold?"

"Me? Do you think I'm cold?" It turned out that Xiaolu was wearing the man's thick coat. She said quietly, "You are such a rare and good person. Put the coat on me. Aren't you cold? ?" "I've never been afraid of the cold." He stretched his arms as he said. Xiaolu looked at him and said, "Yes, you really look like Ken Takakura, you can clone him." "Do you like men like Takakura Ken very much?" "Yeah, he is calm, composed, and very cool." She raised her head and said in admiration, "There are not many men like him now."

"And what about your ex-boyfriend?" Xiaolu raised her eyebrows and said contemptuously, "That kid, he's not a man at all." They all laughed. Suddenly, Xiaolu grabbed the man's hand and said, "Tell me, why are you so nice to me?" The man stared into Xiaolu's eyes for several minutes, and finally said slowly: "You are very similar to a girl I used to know." "Is she pretty?" "yes." "Then you mean to say that I'm also pretty, don't you?" Xiaolu laughed foolishly again. The man nodded, but he didn't smile. His expression was very serious, and there was even some kind of crystal clear liquid in his eyes.

Xiaolu noticed this change in him, she lowered her voice, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong with you? Did my words make you unhappy." It was obvious that Xiaolu still cared about him. "No." The man shook his head. "Then do you like that girl very much?" The man was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice: "It used to be." "What about her now?" "Now? For her, there is only the past, not the present." Little Green blinked her eyes puzzled. The man continued: "Because, she is already dead."