Ananda entered the appointed room in the hotel step by step.
In the past, he was always very nervous, excited, and excited at the same time, but this time he was as embarrassed and scared as if he was going to the dragon's den and the tiger's den.
Holding the letter in his hand, he finally shuffled closer to the man.
He was still standing in front of the window, with his back turned to him.
However, even without looking back, he felt something was wrong.
He turned around and looked at Ananda: "What's wrong with you? What happened?"
His expression suddenly became anxious: "Did something happen to her? Is she sick? Or..."
Seeing him in such a hurry, Ananda felt that he could only die to apologize.
"I'm sorry. It was me who messed up the matter. It's all my fault. It would have been fine if I hadn't said that to her." Ananda bowed deeply to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The man's face froze.
After a while, he whispered: "She knows?"
"I'm sorry," Ananda hated herself, "I wanted to persuade her to come back to you, but I didn't expect..."
He held the letter in his hand up with both hands, feeling indescribable guilt and regret: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
The man's slender hands trembled slightly as he took the letter from his hand.
His hands were trembling, and even the white letterhead was trembling slightly.
With the light coming in from the window, his hands were shaking as he read the letter.
In fact, the letter was very short, probably only a few sentences in total.
However, when he looked at these words, it seemed as if they had taken him a century.
That deep gaze seemed to burn the beautiful handwriting deeply into my mind.
Ananda's heart was in the air. He thought that person would say something, but to his surprise, he just looked at the letter and seemed stunned.
"What did Miss Tong'er say?" he asked cautiously, as he did not dare to peek at Ning Tong'er's letter.
The man's hand was still trembling slightly, and the white letter slowly slipped from his hand.
He lowered his head. Ananda couldn't see his expression, but he just felt that he had never seen a person who was like a god in his mind, who could be so desperate and depressed.
Boundless despair and sadness radiated from his body.
"total……"
The man fell down on the chair and raised his hand to stop Ananda from continuing.
"It's not your fault," he said hoarsely, still lowering his head, "I shouldn't have disturbed her anymore..."
"But……"
The man whispered: "Go back and don't look for her again."
Ananda was filled with guilt and confusion. After he left, the man still maintained that posture, motionless.
I don't know how long it took, the light in the sky was gradually replaced by darkness, and night fell, until the cold and cool moonlight shone into this room.
The man was still sitting there motionless, not moving at all.
His figure blended into the moonlight, and his loneliness was colder than the moonlight.
**
China.
In front of the former Han family villa.
A beautiful woman wearing a white linen gown did not take the bus, but quietly walked along the way.
When she arrived at the door of the villa, a group of young people on an outing passed by her.
Those young people were quite gossipy, chattering, chattering.
"Hey, do you know? The previous owner of this villa?"
"What? It's just a villa. Is there anything special about it?"
"Humph, what do you know? If it were before, we wouldn't even be able to step foot here."
"Why, was the previous owner here very good?"
"Not just cattle, haven't you all heard of Han's Pharmaceutical Group back then?"
"...Never heard of it..."
"Tch! You are ignorant, don't just be busy chasing stars, okay? You should also pay attention to social news..."
"As you know, you are amazing. What do you think they are so awesome about..."
"Back then, they were not just cattle, but they covered the sky with one hand. They..."
Bala, bala, bala, these young people gradually walked away.
The pretty woman in white shirt smiled faintly, then stretched out her hand to support the wall.
She walked in slowly.
This place seems to be deserted.
The pretty woman in white clothes walked step by step over the debris on the ground and walked into the courtyard. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice.
"Look at this lychee tree, it's still as good as it was back then."
The voice was very young, just like that of a big child, and there was a faint sad cry in the voice, as if he was suppressing himself not to cry.
The pretty woman in white clothes was shaken all over. She stroked the tall flowers and trees in front of her with her hands. Because no one had taken care of them, these trees that had survived on their own had grown to a mess.
After bypassing the flowers and trees, she walked behind the figure who made the sound in front of her.
There, there are two people.
One, wearing blue casual clothes, has a pair of bright and cute eyes on his young face.
He is very good-looking, and maybe girls will be very excited to see him.
And he only focused his eyes on the person in front of him——
The man had already bent over and had his back hunched over.
And he has white hair all over his head.
It is obvious that he is an old man who has run out of energy and energy.
But the boy in blue looked at him as if he were a god.
Such awe and admiration.
The old man raised his hands and coughed violently.
"Young Master Han... no, Mr. Han... you can't blow the wind. Let me help you back to the car first," the young boy in blue clothes said anxiously, "I will help you pick the lychees."
"No, let me sit for a while."
An old voice came from the old man's mouth. He paused for a while and whispered: "She used to sit here with me."
The young boy in blue clothes seemed to be about to cry, but he refrained from crying and just kept nodding: "Well, okay, okay, I'll sit here with you."
The beautiful woman in white shirt burst into tears.
She took a step forward and listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar old voice, bending down and coughing, and said: "When I was a child, she sat next to me like this."
"Yes, yes..." The young boy in blue just kept echoing, with tears welling up in his eyes.
The old man in front of me seemed to be running out of energy at any moment.
The beautiful woman in white clothes took another step forward, and the dead leaves were trampled under her feet, making a soft "squeaking" sound.
The old man's hearing was far worse than before, but as if he could sense something, he tremblingly tapped the ground with his crutch and said hoarsely: "Lan Ning, is anyone here too?"
Lan Ning raised his head and saw a beautiful woman in white clothes.
Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly.
Then, slowly, tears flowed from his eyes.
Guilt, regret, sadness... all showed in his eyes.
He didn't say sorry, but it seemed like he had already said it.
He didn't ask for forgiveness, but the beautiful woman in white clothes seemed to see it.
"Lan Ning?" The old man coughed violently. He raised his hand and tapped the crutch in his hand. "What's wrong with you? Who is here?"
The beautiful woman in white clothes stood behind him, tears falling from her face.
"Brother Qingyi."
The crutch in the old man's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
He was stunned.
"Brother Qingyi..."
The beautiful woman in white clothes was crying and suddenly ran towards him.
"No, don't come over, don't come over..."
The old man suddenly reacted. He covered his face with his arms and hissed: "Don't come over, don't come over!"
By the end, my voice was hoarse and I couldn't stop coughing.
However, he still covered his face and said to Lan Ning: "Lan Ning, stop her, don't let her come over, don't let her see me like this..."
However, she had already run over and grabbed his hand hard.
"Brother Qingyi..."
She cried until she was out of breath.
Han Qingyi slowly raised his head, and Ning Tong'er only saw the appearance of the once elegant and elegant young master Han Qingyi now. She immediately knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly.
"Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi..."
Tears fell from Han Qingyi's old face, which was full of wrinkles.
He is no longer Han Qingyi, but only his slightly raised eyes can tell that he was unparalleled in elegance and elegance back then.
"Brother Qingyi..." Ning Tong'er burst into tears.
Lan Ning stood aside, looking away, tears streaming down his face.
**
Three months later.
Han Qingyi, who was dying, held Ning Tong'er's hand.
"Go find him."
Ning Tong'er just cried silently but didn't speak.
"He has found me a long time ago. It's just because of you that he didn't attack me."
Ning Tong'er still didn't speak.
"I'm not great, I just want someone to take good care of you after I leave."
Ning Tong'er held his hand tightly.
"You are not allowed to say such things."
She rushed forward, hugged his shoulders tightly, and pressed her beautiful and soft cheek tightly against his old, wrinkled face.
"I will never leave you, brother Qingyi, don't drive me away, and don't leave me."
Han Qingyi smiled.
The smile was very sad, but also very satisfying.
"You have accompanied me on the last journey of my life, and I am already very grateful to God for his care for me."
He raised his hand and touched her hair, and she cried on his shoulder until her tears wet his shoulder.
"Tong'er, I know that you don't have the same feelings for me as you do for him."
Ning Tong'er hugged his shoulders tightly: "No, brother Qingyi, please stop talking."
She cried and said: "You will get better. There will definitely be medicine to cure you. Get better soon and take Tong'er to pick lychees as before."
Han Qingyi smiled bitterly: "Silly boy."
His voice slowly lowered, and the hand stroking her hair was slowly sliding down.
Ning Tong'er clearly felt something, but she was stunned for a moment and hugged him tighter.
"Brother Qingyi, please talk to me, please talk to me..."
She cried, hugging his shoulders and neck tightly with both hands.
However, life was still passing from his body bit by bit.
"Brother Qingyi, do you still remember? When I was a child, you loved to take me to the flower show. There were so many flowers, so beautiful, so beautiful...Brother Qingyi, do you still remember? You bandaged my rabbit,
You said that I am also like a rabbit, dressed in fluffy and snow-white clothes..."
She kept talking, kept talking.
It was clear that the body of the person in her arms was gradually losing warmth, and the hand on her hair slowly dropped down, and finally became motionless.
She still didn't care and kept talking.
She felt it all, but she didn't want to believe it or accept it.
"Brother Qingyi, do you remember? You said I was a fool before. You are so smart, you can definitely protect a fool, right?"
Tears kept flowing from her eyes, all over her face, and onto the face of the person in her arms who had lost his breath.
Seeing her like this, Lan Ning finally made up his mind, grabbed her shoulders with his hands and dragged her away from Han Qingyi.
"Don't be like this, Miss Tong'er." There were tears on his face.
"Miss Tong'er, don't be like this, the young master...has already left."
As he spoke, tears kept falling.
Ning Tong'er was stunned for a moment, then slowly, slowly let go of her hand, looking at the person in her arms as if she couldn't believe it.
He's gone.
However, there was still a trace of smile on his face.
Perhaps, he felt no regrets if he could die in Tong'er's arms.
Ning Tong'er was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into tears.
Lan Ning came over, knelt down in front of Han Qingyi, grabbed his trouser legs with his hands, and cried silently.
"Master Qingyi..."
Time flies by.
After the funeral, Ning Tong'er sat in the courtyard where Han Qingyi lived, stunned, tears streaming down her face unknowingly.
There is a white jasmine flower in front of me. Since Han Qingyi's death, it has almost withered.
Ning Tong'er sat on a chair in the yard, gently stroking the dry leaves with her hands, and her tears fell drop by drop on the low-hanging flower branches.
Suddenly, a familiar yet unexpected "Tong'er" sounded from the door.
Ning Tong'er's whole body was shocked. She turned around suddenly and almost fell to the ground. She ran over quickly and grabbed the man's arm tightly, with surprise and disbelief.
Shouting: "Daddy!"
Ning Ruhai hugged her, patted her back, nodded and smiled, but tears came out.
"Daddy!"
Ning Tong'er cried and threw herself into his arms again, "Daddy!"
Ning Ruhai hugged her and suddenly said softly: "Tong'er, there is another person, do you want to see him?"
Ning Tong'er raised her head and looked at Ning Ruhai with tearful eyes: "Daddy..."
Ning Ruhai turned her head, and a tall and upright figure appeared hesitantly at the door.
Is it him?
It's him.
He couldn't let go after all, so he came to look for her after all?
Or maybe he never let her go and always protected her silently in the dark.
Never stopped...
Ning Tong'er's eyes shed tears. The tall figure stood there, as if he didn't dare to approach, and seemed to be afraid of disturbing her.
A person who was once so domineering and conceited would also have such moments of hesitation and weakness.
Ning Tong'er let go of her father's hand, slowly raised her eyes and looked at that person.
That person looked at her so longingly, but did not dare to take another step closer.
Perhaps, as long as she said a word, he would turn around and leave again, and then continue to silently guard her in the dark.
He looked at her, completely without any confidence.
There is no hope anymore.
For such a long time, he wanted to turn around and leave - because she didn't want to see him again, right?
However, just as he lowered his shoulders and turned around to leave, he heard her whisper: "Are you okay?"
His whole body was shocked! He couldn't believe that he could hear her words, and he seemed to be stunned.