Meng Xiaoan returned home. Of course it was Liang Wei's villa.
Liang Wei did not come back.
Meng Xiaoan was lying on the big bed, which was the bed where Murong Xiang had slept. He could clearly smell the faint fragrance left by her.
Where is Murong Hope at this time? Maybe in a small town a hundred miles away.
Meng Xiaoan felt that he should not think of her at such a critical moment.
He suddenly felt that he missed her a little bit.
Maybe this is a kind of emotion that he can't explain clearly. Maybe Murong hopes to be the same kind of person as his sister and can take better care of him.
Meng Xiaoan got out of bed, smoked a cigarette, and then took a shower. He was very awake now. He was so awake that he didn't want to sleep.
Many faces seemed to move slowly before his eyes.
Meng Xiaoan sighed, walked out of the room, and sat on the wicker chair.
If you want to drink, I will accompany you. Xihua walked in and said.
Situ followed behind with three dozen wine boxes.
Meng Xiaoan smiled and said, you showed up when I needed you most, I think I can offer my chrysanthemum.
Xihua said, Damn, who cares about your chrysanthemums? I am a normal person.
Situ said, "So this person has a lot of tendencies. Even if I die, I will not sleep here at night."
Meng Xiaoan said, how about the three of us sleep together?
Xihua Road, I like to sleep with women, men, no need to.
Situ opened the wine bottle.
I know you won't be able to sleep, so I want to drink to my heart's content.
….
A small town a hundred miles away.
This is the place where Murong Xiang lived when he was a child, and also where he spent his youth. At that time, he had not gone to Sichuan to live in that beautiful-looking courtyard house.
This is where my grandma lived. She and her grandma lived here.
Murong hopes to return to this place.
Murong Hope never knew that after seven years, the man named Pan was still loving her tenderly.
How can I remember the scene of our first acquaintance? I have almost forgotten it. Perhaps the only clear thing is the breeze at noon in autumn and the smell of orange bushes in the wind. At that time, Murong Xiang was fifteen years old and was admitted to high school.
, standing on tiptoes in front of the crowded list of freshmen, looking for her name, but she was too short, and standing alone looked stubborn and thin.
At this time, someone walked up to her and asked softly: "What's your name? I'll help you find it." Murong Xiang looked up and saw a tall boy with thick eyebrows.
An upright person, "My name is Murong Hope." When she said this, she smiled lightly, with deep and small swirls at the corners of her mouth.
Maybe Murong Xiang's initial attraction to Pan started with the scrollwork. That day she found the class, sat in the classroom, got to know the teacher and classmates, then picked up the books and went home. When she lowered her head to do these things, she would not think of Pan.
She was watching him with bright eyes, cautiously, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Then, on the way back, a bicycle drove up next to her, running parallel to her at a constant speed. Murong hoped to turn around and said, "Hey, aren't you the boy in the morning?" "It's me, my name is Pan, and my seat is in the last row.
Pan said with a smile. So Murong hoped to write down his name.
In the early autumn afternoon, Murong Hope was still wearing a gauze skirt. It had small light green strawberries, darkly knotted with silver bead nets, and a white background, exposing her smooth calves. She was not a beautiful girl, but she would often turn a piece of clothing into something magical.
, she knows her own advantages and also knows the special look in boys’ eyes when they look at her.
One day after school, Murong Hope met his senior classmate who was in the first grade of the school. This man was tall and handsome. He came over to chat with Murong Hope and asked her to attend his birthday party at the weekend. Murong Hope didn't answer, so the senior student stepped forward and said:
"Guess how I will introduce you then?" Murong Hope looked at him in surprise, wondering why he would say such a meaningless statement. But the man opposite continued: "I will tell everyone that you are
My girlfriend!" After saying that, he left.
Murong Hope's heart was very conflicted. She thought it was better not to get too close to this man, but after all, this was the first boy to show love to her in her sixteen-year-old life, so she couldn't help but blush and lower her head with her heart beating.
On the weekend, after school, everyone was in a hurry to go home, but she was extraordinarily slow. At this time, the senior classmate appeared again. He stood outside the classroom door, raised a finger and said to Murong Hope: "Come here."
When she walked over, he grabbed her hand and said softly to her: "I like you. I bought a big cake and I'm just waiting for you to cut it."
Then he pulled her outside, patted the back seat of the bicycle, and said: "Good boy, come up!" At that moment, no matter how strong a girl's heart is, her heart will weaken. Murong Hope looked at him, smiled, and said: "You
How do you know I love cake the most?" Then he jumped into his car.
To the boy named Pan, all this seemed like a cold wind stalking him, forcing him to do so. He gritted his teeth and endured, not to make a sound himself. After that, he looked back and thought, if he could have shouted anything at that time, it might have been incoherent.
, like a thunder and lightning in the vast wilderness, it was the most stubborn and lonely pain in his life.
Murong Hope and her senior classmate had been together for two years, but they broke up in their senior year of high school. When applying for the school, Pan saw that she had no big ambitions and applied to a university in the city. He then cruelly sent her to Beijing.
I volunteered to be removed and moved to Suzhou.
The autumn wind was warm and the water was warm, and we met by chance on the stone road on the university campus. "What a coincidence! Are you here too?" Pan said. Murong Hope, who was opposite him, was surprised to see him and smiled, with deep and small swirls at the corners of his mouth.
Under that smile, he knew that no matter how much he gave up, no matter how much effort he put in, no matter how much struggle and dedication he put in, it was all worth it.
They get along like this day and night, but she can't see his intentions at all. He happens to be that kind of person, relatively silent, reserved, and shy. Even on the small cake he gave her at Christmas, he didn't dare to write
For other words, only cherries were used to represent "Happy Holidays". The small red cherries were printed on the light yellow cream, which was very human-like. Murong Hope smiled and said: "It's so beautiful!" Pan looked at her and smiled too:
"This is a pickled plum cake. Because plums are added to the cake, it will taste a little sour. If you add bitter orange jam when eating, it will be a little bitter and a little sweet."
When Pan was talking about this, Murong Hope listened curiously with his eyes wide open, and occasionally added: "It's so special!" But he didn't know how happy Pan was in his heart, because he made this cake for her with his own hands.
To make this special pickled plum cake, he worked in a cake shop for half a year. Sometimes he worked overtime until very late and had to walk a long way home at night...
She ate the cake quietly, like a kitten. When he saw it, he felt that even looking at her was the happiest thing in the world. That's how you truly love someone. You want to give her the most delicious food.
, I want to buy the best gift for her, and I don’t want her to suffer any grievance or harm. I feel so beautiful when I see her eating.
When she was full, she suddenly asked him: "How do you know I like eating cakes?" He smiled, remembering that year, on the way out of school, when she jumped on the back seat of someone else's bicycle, her flashing smile, he
That aching heart.
When she was in her junior year, Murong hoped to be quite busy. She had a part-time job outside of school and did many things on campus. One afternoon, Pan suddenly received a call from her and asked him to come out. When he saw her, he saw that she was drunk and her mouth was full of alcohol.
Angry, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and asked him: "Will you be my boyfriend?" His heart, like a celadon bottle, fell to the ground silently and broke quietly. Why, this sentence is not
Only when he was awake, but in such an unbearable situation, without any reason, and his limbs were paralyzed, could he ask him: Are you willing to be my boyfriend?
He shook his head and sent her back to the dormitory. Then he went to the street and bought a bottle of liquor. On the way, he drank it all in the night breeze. He didn't expect that he could drink so much wine, and even after drinking so much, he didn't drink it.
I vomited and wasn't drunk, I just felt sad and cried.
A few days later, Murong Hope came to see Pan. She looked very embarrassed and asked him what she said that afternoon, and then said: "I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously." Pan nodded and told Murong Hope
, she was just drunk and didn't say anything. She left the shade of the tree where they stood with peace of mind, her back as slender as a transparent oak leaf.
Later, Murong hoped to start a formal relationship, and Pan could often see her happy. Sometimes she and her boyfriend were walking hand in hand on the campus, with a bowl of ice in their hands, one bite for you and one for me. Every time he saw this
The scene reminded me of that hungover night, the bitter and spicy liquor, and the heart-wrenching pain.
When she was about to graduate, Pan met Murong Hope again, and he asked her: "Where do you want to go after graduation?" She said that she and her boyfriend would go to the south, a far away city, to live a new life temporarily, and there was a smile on her face when she said that.
He looked firm and calm. When she asked him again, he said to her: "I decided to stay."
Pan thought that this time he would be able to get rid of this girl named Murong Hope. Because some people say that when youth is gone, if there is nothing left, then you should let go. Murong Hope went to the south and worked in a big family.
She was working in the company and was gradually improving, but she broke up with her boyfriend. There was no reason for the breakup, and she became very depressed.
When she was bored, Murong hoped to call Pan and tell her troubles. When she accidentally mentioned the pickled plum cake at Christmas, she always said: "That is the most delicious cake I have ever eaten!" After putting down the phone, Pan thought of her and she
Her smile, the swirls at the corners of her mouth, her every move, she was like a grain of sand, gradually calcifying into a pearl in his soft heart, becoming more and more beautiful. Pan knew that Murong Xiang’s birthday was coming soon, so,
He decided to go south to find her. He thought he would never let her go this time.
Arriving in the city where Murong hoped, Pan went to look for a cake shop, and then asked the shop owner to let him make a cake himself. It had a light yellow base, small crystal red cherries, plums, and orange jam...
Finally meeting Murong Hope, he handed the cake into her hand, and she smiled happily. She had grown taller, thinner, and her eyes were bigger, but the smile at the corner of her mouth had not changed, and the deep and fine swirls were still there.
Cute. However, there was another man beside her. The three of them had dinner together. She told him that she could finally get married. Then she took a spoonful of cake and handed it to the man's mouth. She was so happy.
When he walked out of the restaurant, the wind came, and he wrapped himself tightly in his clothes. In this world where the wind, frost, and swords threatened each other, he had to hold himself and protect himself tightly. In the darkness, he felt his own breathing, so warm, so
He was so real and sincere, but there was no one to deliver it to him, so he finally shouted loudly to the lights on the beach: "I love you!"
Pan never knew that the man was her half-brother. Then he went to study abroad after college.