Cheng Yang said a little sadly: "Well, it's just that I recently learned that she didn't remarry and gave birth to a daughter for me. I always felt sorry for her, so I didn't marry again."
"..." Xu Wanqing was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Such a story really makes people feel infinitely confused and sad.
Cheng Yang's hand subconsciously touched his chest again. There was a small photo there, burning his chest. He almost couldn't help but want to tell everything, but in the end, he still held back.
Already.
Cheng Yang choked up and stopped talking, and the room fell into silence.
After a long time, Xu Wanqing let out a long sigh, "Didn't you already find your daughter? Then treat her well! Consider it compensation." Then he thought that the daughter refused to recognize him, and couldn't help but think again.
He was sighing repeatedly: "Once you miss some things and some people, you can never look back!"
"Yes, there is indeed no way to look back!" Cheng Yang's voice was hoarse and he lowered his head feebly.
Xu Wanqing looked at him steadily, "Mr. Cheng, what's your wife's name? I think her fate is somewhat similar to my mother's, and she was buried in the same cemetery. If you go abroad, I can go there on your behalf."
Worship."
Cheng Yang didn't answer, just smiled bitterly, and that smile was uglier than crying.
Xu Wanqing suddenly didn't realize it. She glanced at the silver chain around Cheng Yang's neck and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, I have been listening to you talking about your wife and saying that she is very similar to me. You can show me
Her picture?”
Cheng Yang's body shook violently, and he covered his chest nervously, "No! It can't be done!"
He answered hastily and fearfully, but Xu Wanqing's heart was even more frightened and beating violently.
He stopped talking, and Xu Wanqing was speechless.
Time moved forward minute by minute in silence. After the transfusion was quickly finished, Cheng Yang stood up and said goodbye to Xu Wanqing.
"Thank you Qingqing, thank you for accompanying me." He stretched out his hand to her and said, "Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!" Xu Wanqing shook hands with him expressionlessly. Their fingers were cold to the bone, without any heat at all.
Xu Wanqing watched Cheng Yang's figure disappear into the long and pale hospital corridor. His steps staggered and he turned back several times. For a moment, Xu Wanqing even suspected that he would stop, turn around and run towards her, but
, although his steps were slow and difficult, he moved forward step by step, never stopping for her.
She couldn't figure out why, and thought that maybe she was really too whimsical and thought too much. His figure quickly disappeared in the elevator. Xu Wanqing quickly rushed into another elevator, and time passed.
Just in time, Xu Wanqing saw Cheng Yang's figure in the lobby on the first floor.
Following along, Cheng Yang was clearly distracted and almost collided with cars on the road several times, which made Xu Wanqing's hands clenched. He flagged down a taxi. In front of a five-star hotel, Cheng Yang
The car stopped.
Xu Wanqing is still with me all the way.
In the corridor of the hotel, the dark gold wallpaper shines with a low-key and luxurious light.
Xu Wanqing followed suit, but Cheng Yang didn't notice anyone behind him at all.
In fact, if she was more sensitive, she would have figured it out a long time ago. How could there be so many coincidences in the world? The wife he mentioned happened to be buried in the cemetery where her mother was?
There is also the pile of incense that has not been extinguished, and Cheng Yang's hesitant and evasive expression...