Quietly sweeping away the desolation of the falling leaves in autumn, winter has arrived without the expectation of the world. Sichuan has not seen heavy snow for many years, but this year it is snowflakes, especially in Mount Emei.
Yan Xiaolan finished her martial arts practice as usual, ran to the skyscraper cliff, and yelled three times: "Zhutou - I miss you!" Then she returned to the Zen room where Shangguan Wudao lived before, lying on the bed holding the quilt and sniffing
The smell of Shangguan Wudao,,,well, this quilt has never been washed since Shangguan Wudao slept on it. Every time the monk who cleans the Zen room supplies wants to take it to be washed, Yan Xiaolan makes up all kinds of excuses to stop it.
Yes,,,
She lived a good life without Shangguan Wudao. Because, in her heart, she felt that Shangguan Wudao had never left!
After Shangguan Wudao took the seven-color hollyhock flower, he handed over the affairs of Hangzhou and Beijing to Ahe. He also let Ahe move all the princelings at will. And he took Pu Yumei back to Melbourne.
, returned to his parents. As for Yan Xiaolan, this silly girl, no matter how Ah He and Pu Yumei hinted at her, he had no impression at all. What a trick of God!
After returning to Melbourne, Shangguan Wudao was not engaged to the local wealthy daughter arranged by his family, but to a Chinese girl who was studying in Melbourne. Originally, he was not from the right family, and his parents were seriously opposed to it.
He was engaged to the Chinese girl, but when they learned that their precious son was recovering from illness and everything should be done according to his wishes, the parents finally compromised.
Life after engagement is like a train on the railroad tracks, moving forward smoothly and orderly.
Every morning, Shangguan Wudao goes to work as usual at the Shangguan family's headquarters in Melbourne to make arrangements. In addition to necessary social activities, he usually goes home on time in the evening. He no longer stays in Fengyue day and night like before.
The place was amorous, but he was still as cold and cold as before.
Occasionally, when he has free time, Shangguan Wudao also plays with his fiancée Song Xiaolan. It can be said that the relationship between him and his fiancée has always been very good. Sometimes Song Xiaolan feels a little weird and incredible.
Every time, when Song Xiaolan and Pu Yumei talked about Shangguan Wudao calling her name, she always felt that he was calling someone else, and Pu Yumei always avoided answering.
Because it was the end of the year, business was much busier than usual. Fortunately, the experience of the past three years had already cultivated Shangguan Wudao's vigorous and resolute behavior. Although he was ill, he was able to handle family affairs with ease.
However, he, who was cold and cold in front of others, would feel a little softer from time to time when he thought of Song Xiaolan's youthful smile. And whenever he saw the photos at the engagement party, he couldn't help but frown, and a blur flashed through his mind.
A blurry figure.
He sighed silently in his heart, if the one he loved in his heart was not his fiancée, where would that vague figure be now? When he asked Pu Yumi countless times, Pu Yumi chose to remain silent!
Remembering the vague face in his heart tenderly, he sighed helplessly... Xiaolan, he always felt that this name was very familiar, and it was precisely because of this that he pursued Song Xiaolan and got engaged to her despite his parents' objections.
"Wudao, let's go set off the fireworks." While he was thinking about it, Song Xiaolan ran over happily.
"Well, why don't you call me Pig Head?" Shangguan Wudao looked at Song Xiaolan with raised eyebrows. When he saw that she was holding two large bags of fireworks in her hands, he remembered that tonight was New Year's Eve.
"Huh? What pig head?" Countless questions flashed in Song Xiaolan's mind.
"No, it's nothing!" Shangguan Wudao was also confused. How could he call himself a pig head? Really! It's so illogical.
"Oh, let's set off fireworks then!" Song Xiaolan said and looked at Shangguan Wudao's mother who was sitting in the living room.
"Ahem, you go and have some fun. I'm a Singaporean, but it's the Chinese New Year." Shangguan Wudao's mother said, and immediately picked up the remote control and changed the TV channel.
Shangguan Wudao didn't say anything, got up from the sofa, took Song Xiaolan's hand and left the villa. But just when his hand touched Song Xiaolan's hand, his heart tightened. But because of face,
He still didn't let go of Song Xiaolan's hand.
Seeing her baby son's unusual behavior after this serious illness, Shangguan Wudao's mother shook her head and said to Pu Yumei who was standing aside: "You haven't spilled the beans about Dao'er's past in front of him, have you?"
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"Madam, don't worry, the young master is recovering from his illness, and I won't talk nonsense." Pu Yumei said nervously.
"In the future, when Dao'er recovers from his illness, you are not allowed to talk nonsense, otherwise..." Before Shangguan Wudao's mother could finish speaking, Pu Yumei quickly replied tremblingly, "Yes, madam!"
At this time, Shangguan Wudao and Song Xiaolan had already walked out of the living room. Song Xiaolan walked behind Shangguan Wudao and asked in a nagging voice: "Wudao, your mother seems unhappy. Did I say something wrong again just now?"
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"There's so much nonsense, give me the fireworks!" Shangguan Wudao said with a commanding tone.
After lighting up fireworks and firecrackers one after another, Shangguan Wudao actually sat on the lawn with Song Xiaolan. However, whether deliberately or unintentionally, his body always kept a certain distance from Song Xiaolan's body.
Shangguan Wudao looked at Huoshu Yinhua expressionlessly, but Song Xiaolan was shocked.
Oh, it's strange today. The elegant gentleman who usually wears a crisp suit during the day, holds red wine and wears his bathrobe open when he comes home, actually condescended to sit on the lawn tonight.
Seeing Song Xiaolan's doubts, Shangguan Wudao didn't explain anything -
In the eyes of the world, he must be a ruthless and cold person with a bad face. But how many people know that three years ago, his smile was everywhere inside and outside this villa?
His smile, his joyful smile...
All the laughter ended when Xinyue shook off his hand and left, and when he left Shengguang University. Cruelty and ruthlessness replaced his previous attitude of survival.
He still remembers Murong Xinyue, but his intuition tells him that the blurry face buried deep in his heart must not be Murong Xinyue, it must, must,,, not!
After Song Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, she felt extremely happy. She leaned against Shangguan Wudao, her eyelashes fluttered with a hint of cunning, and she laughed indecently.
Shangguan Wudao didn't ask her why she was smiling. He looked at the stars in the night sky, his eyes filled with something that was either melancholy or sinister.
"I'm thinking, if you don't wear a suit, what would you look like if you put on other clothes. For example, a sweater with a hood on the back, casual jeans, or a japanese-style outfit with holes, what would you look like?
She has such a good figure, she must taste great when she wears it!"
Song Xiaolan said it deliberately with the intention of dying. Before saying this, she was ready to be rudely reprimanded by Shangguan Wudao. Unexpectedly, Shangguan Wudao was silent for a moment before saying that it was no longer relevant.
Ji Di asked, "Why do you want me to wear that kind of clothes?"
Song Xiaolan was stunned, of course she knew that Shangguan Wudao was an authoritarian, "I was just saying casually, since you don't like to wear Wudao, forget it!"
Shangguan Wudao didn't answer. In the darkness reflected by the fireworks, a self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his cold lips.
Song Xiaolan held safety fireworks in her hand. The fireworks glowed white, like little stars in her hand. Song Xiaolan's face was full of joy, and she obviously didn't care about Shangguan Wudao's question just now. She looked at the scattered fireworks in her hand.
Sparks, Song Xiaolan said with a smile, "On New Year's Eve two years later, can we still set off fireworks together?"
"Why two years later?" Shangguan Wudao looked at Song Xiaolan and asked.
Song Xiaolan explained with a smile, "Didn't we agree that we would get married after I graduate from college? I still have two years to graduate, and the New Year's Eve after graduating from college is exactly two years from now. We just got engaged, two years ago
Today happens to be our wedding anniversary."
A smile appeared on the cold face. Shangguan Wudao seemed to be in a good mood. When he looked at the stars in the sky, his eyes were less sinister. "Okay, two years later, we will set off fireworks together.
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"There is no moon tonight, so what are you doing looking at the stars? There is Chang'e in the Moon Palace, but there is nothing in the stars." Song Xiaolan half-squinted her eyes and looked at Shangguan Wudao and asked.
Shangguan Wudao did not move his eyes to look at Song Xiaolan, as if he was saying to himself, "Tomorrow, I will take you to meet my grandfather."
Song Xiaolan was startled, threw away the safety fireworks in her hand, and said in a panic: "I heard that your grandfather has... why did you take me to see him?!"
"I mean, I'll take you to his tombstone to worship him." Shangguan Wudao explained.
Song Xiaolan was visibly relieved and said in shock: "I thought..."
Shangguan Wudao sneered in the darkness and said faintly: "You are my fiancée, so of course I will take you to pay homage to him. As for the 'memorial objects', I don't have any for now. I will definitely make grandpa smile in the future."
I don’t know whether it was because the winter night was too cold or for some other reason. After hearing Shangguan Wudao’s words, Song Xiaolan shrank slightly, leaned closer to Shangguan Wudao, and said, “Why are you bringing mementos? You have money.
, of course I will buy the best memorial gift for your grandpa!"
Really, mentioning those words at night is enough to scare people to death!
Shangguan Wudao smiled confusedly, couldn't help but hugged Song Xiaolan, and said extremely softly: "Xiaolan, grandpa will be very happy if he knows about my fiancée."
Song Xiaolan became annoyed, looked at Shangguan Wudao in disbelief, and said: "When did I become so precious? There are so many women with status and status in the business world or in social gatherings, and they are all more suitable than me."
Be your fiancée. If you marry them, it will be more helpful to your career. Your grandfather should be happy if he knows that your fiancée is one of them."