Xi Haitang blinked, then looked down at the two people's clasped hands, finally confirming that this was not an illusion, "Senior...why are you here?"
"I miss you." Xiao Muyuan hugged her tightly, as if using all the strength in his life.
He had fantasized about this action countless times, for ten years, for ten years.
From the first time she broke into his sight, he began to expect that if design was the core of his life, then she was the driving force driving that core.
When he was young and frivolous, he wanted to use the first trophy in his design journey as a gift to ask her for AI. But he was too confident, thinking that youth could still be squandered, thinking that there was still a lot of time, and thinking that she would always stand where she was...
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He flew to the other side of the ocean with dreams and obsession, but he never thought that after he left, she encountered the most tragic change in her life. His heart remained unchanged, but there were impurities in her smile. From then on, his expectations changed.
It became an obsession.
Give up and get, can't let go, can't forget.
He pulled her towards Manhattan Plaza not far away. The church bells were ringing loudly and distantly, the doves of peace were hovering in the sky, and the air was full of peace and beauty.
The sky was clear. He was wearing a light gray windbreaker, which blended meticulousness and exquisiteness. The warm jade-like brilliance reflected by the sun slowly flowed on him, quiet, yet vivid. He didn't speak, didn't laugh, and didn't move.
, but it has become a piece of scenery. Pedestrians passing by frequently stop, but he remains calm and composed.
Just like when he was in New York, he sat quietly on the stone bench outside the church, silently guarding her as she prayed in the church, seeing her delicate back in his eyes, and feeling pain in his heart.
Once, a friend asked him, since you love her so much, why don't you pray with her?
He smiled and said nothing. In fact, it was not that he didn't want to.
The way you love is very important, it determines two directions, one is the direction of love, and the other is the direction of the ending.
When he was trapped by love, he went to study philosophy. The teacher with Gypsy descent told him that emotional matters are never salvation. No matter what the outcome is, it is a kind of killing, killing others and hurting yourself.
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Therefore, he sticks to the direction of love without asking about the direction of the ending.
The air is filled with the smell of withering, and her lonely soul is swaying in the wind. Maybe one day, they will leave each other, but now, can they hug each other and keep each other warm?
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"Senior, why did you come back to China without warning? Didn't you call me in advance?"
Xiao Muyuan smiled lightly and said, "I called you, but I just turned off my phone."
Xi Haitang's eyes widened and he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Sure enough, it was out of battery. He took out the spare battery and replaced it.
She felt guilty, "I'm sorry, senior, I couldn't pick you up at the airport again."
"It doesn't matter. I won't get lost. This is the place where I was born and grew up." Moreover, this is also the place where she is and where his heart is.
"Senior, how many days do you plan to stay in T City this time?" She remembered that he only stayed for one night last time.
He paused slightly and gave her an unexpected answer, "I plan to stay here for a long time this time."
Xi Haitang was stunned, "What about your job?"
"I have made arrangements with the New York head office. This time I return to China to open a new branch."
"Is it the first branch of Yuanhang in China?!"
"Um."
Xi Haitang was surprised, "Senior, you and everyone are here, so this plan must be almost complete, but why didn't the media reveal any information?"
Xiao Muyuan sighed softly, "You know, I never like to appear in the media."
She nodded, with a hint of humor, "That's right, the exclusive interview with Xiao Muyuan of 'Ghost Hand Qianxun' is still blank!"
Xiao Muyuan pursed his lips and smiled. In fact, she didn't know that the reason why he didn't like to be interviewed was because every time he was asked by reporters, he would be asked emotional questions, and the answer to this question did not lie with him.
Xi Haitang's cell phone rang suddenly. It was a text message from Xiaochen, "Mommy, where are you? Come back quickly. Daddy's surgery is finished."
There was a slight cold sweat on the palms of my hands, and my face looked pale.
"Haitang, is something wrong?"
"Uh...it's Xiaochen. Senior, I have to go."
"I send you?!"
"No, no, you probably have something to do..." Xi Haitang glanced sideways at the few people waiting not far away, who were staff from the New York head office.
Xiao Muyuan understood and nodded, "Be careful on your own journey."
"Okay. We'll contact you again."
"Um."
Watching Xi Haitang leave, Xiao Muyuan's eyes were deep and he made a gentle gesture, and the staff walked up to him.
"Show me the information on Qing Ling's design, all the information."
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Xi Haitang was sitting in the taxi, watching the people coming and going on both sides of the road, and suddenly remembered a piece of lyrics——
The viaducts are still noisy and spreading, the skyscrapers divide the view of the sky, and the unfamiliar faces in the crowd still have their own aspirations, and they pass each other when they know nothing.
A moment of high mountains, a moment of abyss, strangers on the same road, falling side by side, from the beginning to the end, all kinds of manipulations are gathered into a line in the palm, allowing all expressions to reflect the end point.
Are she and Gu Xijue like that, about to reach the end?!
Walking into the hospital, I felt anxious again. I entered the elevator and pressed the number key for the 15th floor...
The higher the floor goes up, the harder her heart beats...
Ding--
The elevator doors slide to both sides.
The first person to enter was Professor Will and his assistants who were surrounded by people at the door of the operating room. Qin Hao was communicating with them, his expression serious, not at all like his usual relaxed look. Guan Xiaofei also looked tense.
, holding on to his clothes with both hands, looking very entangled and nervous. Xiaochen and Yunhen held hands and held them very hard.
"Mommy..." The two children ran over together after seeing her.
Then, they slowly opened the door of the ward for her...