When I turned around, I saw that it was already covered in dust.
There was a mobile phone on the table. It was the latest model from last year and was given by Liang Xiaodong. She took the charger and turned it on, and the sound of beeping text messages was heard immediately. Almost all the text messages were sent by Liang Xiaodong.
Those were the days when she was injured and hiding in a hotel apartment after a car accident. He searched frantically for her everywhere but couldn't find her, and sent her text messages every day. She read them one by one, and there was also a joke from earlier:
The third director and the mistress: Director A: Once he was drunk and stayed overnight at the mistress's place. His wife kept calling her cell phone. The mistress picked up the phone and said, "Hello, the owner of the phone you dialed is drunk. Please call again later!" He went home the next day.
, my wife yelled, she was drunk, even **** knew, isn’t it embarrassing?
Director B: Set the name of the mistress to 10086. After peeking at the text messages, my wife said: How disgusting, why do you keep sending these obscene text messages?
Director C: Set the mistress’s phone number to the mayor. Every time the mistress calls, my wife quickly says, answer the mayor’s call quickly. The director said the mayor asked me to come and lie down, and my wife told me: Bring more money!
…
This is his hobby. Every time he sees some funny jokes, he will send them to her to make her laugh.
Later, no one sent her such jokes anymore. She thought that they would never happen again in the future.
"Wheat, do you like this dress? I brought it back from Vancouver..."
"Other couples only know each other's savings and the number of RVs, but we know each other intimately..."
…
She suddenly looked back, feeling lonely in the air, and those words seemed to come from across the clouds.
Only then did she realize that there were two huge suitcases in the corner. She walked slowly over and opened them. One box contained Xiaobai's clothes and toys, and the other box was filled with her clothes, jewelry, and small gifts.
——Those things were all given to their mother and daughter by Liang Xiaodong.
Only then was I horrified. It turned out that in the past two years, had I received so many gifts from Xiaodong?
From new foreign suits, to some valuable jewelry, and even necklaces and rings given when getting engaged...
There was a card inside. She picked it up and silently turned it to the back. It was written in Liang Xiaodong's familiar handwriting and only wrote a few words: This is my gift to Xiaobai. I am very ashamed. This uncle of mine has never been
I haven’t done anything for Xiaobai. Mai, you must be happy.
A small card, but as heavy as a thousand pieces.
After a long time, she closed the box silently. She didn't know if she would ever open these gifts again in this life, but she knew that something had already taken root in her heart.
She had been childhood sweethearts with Jiang for more than twenty years, but she had not fallen in love with him; she had been feuding with Yi Xiangxi for eight or nine years, but she had not fallen in love with him either;
However, Liang Xiaodong will always be a pain in her heart for the rest of her life.
I walked out of my house and locked the door. The sun was bright, but I felt dizzy.
In the coffee shop at the corner, she saw two familiar figures. She wanted to avoid them, but it was too late.
Huang Huiwen and Bingbing came out of the coffee shop together. Whether it was a chance encounter or some other reason, they both stared at her. Qiao Xiaomai also stared at them.
She did not speak, but nodded respectfully to Huang Huiwen, saluted, and was about to leave. However, Huang Huiwen stepped forward to stop her and sneered: "Qiao Xiaomai, I just want to ask you a question...