The tombstone was covered with dust and surrounded by withered yellow weeds. It seemed as if no one had ever been there before, as if it had been forgotten by the world.
It was miserable before death, and it remains miserable after death.
The cold wind blew over her cheeks, ruffling a lock of hair beside her ears, and at the same time blew away the tears that had accumulated in her eyes.
Xiang Yimo squatted down, her sour tears rolling down. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the dust on the tombstone bit by bit, and the photo was also covered with a layer of dust. She wiped it carefully with trembling hands, and saw her mother
With that gentle and loving smile, Xiang Yimo smiled firmly and said, "Mom, my sister and I are living very well in Italy. We are very happy. When my daughter grows up, you don't need to worry about it anymore. You are in heaven."
Also be happy."
She had no tools, so she could only pull away the yellow thorny weeds with her bare hands. The skin of her hand was cut by the prickly grass, and the bright blood stained the yellow withered grass, which looked dazzling. She still did not stop, pulling the weeds hard.
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"Mom, do you blame me for not coming to see you for so many years?" She was living in embarrassment and had no extra money to buy a plane ticket to fly here. "I'm sorry..."
Deep self-blame engulfed her like sea water. She was indeed not a good daughter. She couldn't visit her every Qingming Festival, which made her grave so desolate. She even sold the only thing her mother left to her.
What an unfilial daughter!
"Mom, next time I will come with my sister to see you." Xiang Yimo climbed up, and she wiped the tombstone spotless, and pulled out all the weeds around the cemetery. She reluctantly turned her head and took a step.
Take one step down.
"Beep! Beep! Beep -"
She held her hands slightly, and her palms were covered with large and small, deep and shallow bloody cuts. The blood seeped out and fell drop by drop along the fingertips...
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After walking out of the cemetery, the bright sunshine was a bit dizzying, and she went directly to the hotel.
As soon as he stepped into the magnificent lobby of the hotel, a staff member came over and asked respectfully: "Is this Mrs. Nangong?"
Xiang Yimo nodded.
"Madam, the banquet hall is at the back, please come with me."
This hotel is a subsidiary of the Shen Group, and everything has been arranged in advance.
Walking through a long corridor, you walk towards a milky-white domed building, which shines white under the sunlight. Dozens of Baroque-style stone pillars around it look spectacular and elegant. Pure white window screens rise from five to six meters high.
The ceiling hangs down to the floor, and the flowing fabric presents a water-like texture.
As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of Qingyue playing from inside.
The two waiters opened the carved gold-lacquered wooden door. Xiang Yimo arrived last and naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.
As soon as Nangong Han saw her, he walked over and asked, "Why are you here so late?" His eyes narrowed, "Have you cried?"
Her curled long eyelashes were stained with a layer of moisture, her eyes were slightly swollen, and her nose was red. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell she had cried.
Xiang Yimo rubbed his eyes, "It's windy and sandy here, and the sand got into my eyes."
"What's wrong with your hand?" Nangong Han grabbed her wrist.
Xiang Yimo clenched her fists tightly to prevent him from seeing the numerous wounds on her palms. Her eyes flashed with sparkling light, "Am I so stupid? I fell while walking and scratched the skin on my palms."
"So stupid that even a pig would be ashamed of himself!"
"Haha!" Xiang Yimo smiled stiffly, his eyes full of tears.
Her forced smile and her forbearing pain stung his eyes. He sighed softly, grabbed her arm, and hugged her into his arms, "Didn't I tell you before? You don't need to be patient or strong in front of me. , no need to pretend!”
His shoulders were strong and strong, giving her an inexplicable sense of security. She was afraid that she would become accustomed to relying on him, coveting his warm embrace, and getting deeper and deeper step by step, unable to extricate herself.
Shen Mengni was wearing a gorgeous nude dress, like a goddess in Greek mythology, noble and elegant. She stood quietly in the corner, holding the hem of the skirt tightly with her hands, staring at her like a torch, as if there was no one else around. Two people embracing each other passionately.
Why did Nangong Han do this? Did he deliberately anger her, irritate her, and mock her?
The sound of the piano is melodious, tinkling like a spring, trickling in the quiet valley and forest.
The banquet hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the lovers hugging each other closely at the door, whispering——
"It is rumored that the relationship between the president and his wife is not good, but it doesn't seem like it!"
"Look, even the wife of chaff has spring!"
"Miss Shen's face is so ugly. It seems that she has no hope."
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Xiang Yimo hid the sadness in his heart and swallowed the painful tears. When he raised his head again, his eyes were clear and clear, and he smiled, "I'm hungry!"
"What a pig!" Nangong Han put his arm around her waist and walked towards the buffet area.
The host of the dinner came to the stage and said, "Now, I would like to invite Miss Shen Mengni to perform our first program, the piano song "Dream Chaser"."
Amidst the thunderous applause, Shen Mengni walked onto the stage calmly. Shi Shiran bowed and sat in front of the tripod piano. Her eyes turned to Nangong Han. He should still remember this piece of music. He was the one who played it. Taught her.
Her slender hands fell on the black and white keys, as smooth as water, as if the notes were flowing between her fingers, and the sweet and clear sound of the piano floated to every corner.
A faint smile appeared on Shen Mengni's lips, and her mind was filled with beautiful memories of playing the piano with him.
After playing the song, she stood up and looked at Nangong Han expectantly, but he didn't even raise his head and was actually feeding the woman with his own hands.
"This sushi is good!" Nangong Han directly picked up one with his hand and stuffed it into Xiang Yimo's mouth. "This charcoal grilled bacon is also good! There are also prawns, foie gras, beef..." As he said, he put them all on her plate. On the pile.
The food on Xiang Yimo's plate was piled up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. She kept her balance tremblingly, "You really treat me like a pig. I can't eat so much!"
Shen Mengni angrily grabbed the microphone from the emcee's hand and said provocatively: "The president's wife is the last one to arrive, so as usual she should be punished! Forget about the fine wine, let's perform a show for everyone! I believe that the president's wife is a first-class piano player!" "