"Father, what are you thinking about?!" A soft and tender childish voice floated, and a little boy about five years old, wearing a prince's robe, looked strangely at the man next to him with a face full of vicissitudes of life, his shining eyes
His big eyes are full of maturity that belies his age.
From the time he could remember, his father never showed a smile. There was always a trace of sadness between his brows, and a pair of black eyes full of melancholy.
At sunset, his father always liked to hide alone in his mother's house, quietly looking at the old tree outside the window. Aunt Xi'er told him that his mother always liked to stare at that tree in a daze during her lifetime.
What does his mother look like? He has never seen it before, but he often sees his father staring at a painting absentmindedly, his eyes becoming extremely gentle, and the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
That was my father's smile.
The emperor liked his younger brother very much. Aunt Xi'er said that the emperor's younger brother had the shadow of his mother in him.
The father never mentioned his mother, as if it was an untouchable mystery. He only missed her silently in his heart.
In the harem, no one dared to mention the Queen again
He knew very well how much his father loved his mother and queen!
In order to commemorate his mother, his father gave him and his younger brother a zi coin, and the other a zi yan.
"Have you finished your homework for today?" There was no warmth in his voice.
As he grew older, his father had stricter requirements on him, interfering with his daily life, study, and diet.
He has always been a good boy, not talking too much or talking nonsense. He never asked about his mother. He knew that it was the eternal pain in his father's heart.
He will not act like a prince and will not do things according to his own wishes. He will follow his father's decision in everything and will only do it with his father's consent.
His father once said that he would be able to leave with peace of mind when he grows up.
Where to go, he didn't know.
As he grew up, his father lost weight day by day and spent every day in the hospital bed. The imperial doctor said that it was a heart disease.
His mood is very complicated. He is afraid that his father, who may die at any time, will leave him forever one day. In that case, he and his younger brother will truly become orphans.
However, his father always looked at the painting blankly, with grief and regret constantly appearing on his face.
My father was like a kite that could get out of line at any time. He felt too much pain, too much pain...
The father who was brave, skillful, wise and decisive on the battlefield was gone. He was very cold. He only occasionally showed a trace of warmth when he saw his younger brother.
ten years later
He is fully qualified to assume the position of king of a country. He can take care of everything in the court, big and small.
Ten long years had passed, and Meng Zihan felt that he was becoming more and more powerless. Looking at his son who was now able to take charge of his own life, he closed his eyes with relief, forever...
He could finally leave without any regrets...
Yan'er, I've been waiting for you for more than ten years, but I still haven't expected you...
How can I swallow this breath when my love is over?
I begged hard in front of the God of Death, and in exchange for thirty years of life, I have been looking for each other for generations...
My soul has turned into a lonely soul, wandering and uncertain, and will follow you from generation to generation...
Even if I travel through a thousand years, I will work hard to find you...
Fate is spoken by fate
Can't let go but still want to leave
Although our hearts are with each other
But can't own it
The promise is still waiting in my heart
every sleepless night
Memories are waiting for you in dreams
Even though I still miss you
Even though I know I still love you deeply
Close your eyes and tell yourself silently
My eyes are filled with your tears
You never feel my sadness
My love for you turns into tears in the end...
2008
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Secretary Chen looked at his CEO in surprise.
It's been a day, and the CEO hasn't said a word. He just lowered his head and thought, his expression sometimes heavy and sometimes sad.
Meng Zihan pressed his temples irritably. Why would his heart always feel inexplicably twitching on the eighth day of March every year?! It was like there was a heavy stone on his chest, weighing him down and making him breathless. Why on earth?!
Why did he always feel inexplicable heartache? The throbbing pain caused him to frown beautifully.
"President, do I need to take you to the hospital?!" The president's pale face made her very worried.
"No, give me a jack appointment!" Meng Zihan waved his hand, why did he feel so tired even though he had done nothing?
Jack, one of his best friends in college, majored in management, but later went to Cambridge University to study psychology.
I originally laughed at him because he was short-sighted. It seems that I need to talk to him today.
Meng Zihan stroked his chest that was rising and falling violently, and couldn't help but cursed secretly.
"President, are you going out?" Secretary Chen followed closely. What happened to the president today?
"You don't have to follow me." Meng Zihan grabbed the suit jacket on the boss's chair and strode towards the CEO's dedicated elevator.
He couldn't wait any longer, and wave after wave of pain continued to come from his heart, as if it was being torn apart!
The silver BMW was parked by the driver at the exit of the company, emitting bursts of white light in the sun.
"Hello, President." Xiaohe opened the back seat door respectfully.
Meng Zihan frowned. He had been in the shopping mall for many years, and he had never felt this uneasy before. It was like something was pulling him, that feeling was extremely strange!
Xiaohe glanced at the CEO sitting in the back seat of the car strangely through the rear mirror. The CEO today was strange. Although he had the same cold face as before, the strange look in his eyes was very strange.
It's special.
He, Meng Zihan, is known as the eagle in the shopping mall.
He is ruthless and decisive in his style. In just three years, he annexed Taiwan's "Weir Company", known as the king of electronics, and has more than a hundred branches scattered in New York, London, Hong Kong and other places.
On the surface, he is cold and cruel, with a pair of narrow eyes like those of an eagle, which seems to be able to see through everything. In reality, he is calm-minded and has a mind as delicate as a needle. He is ruthless and ruthless towards his opponents.
"Are you awake?" The assistant beside him hurriedly called the doctor.
Shi Chen opened his eyes in a daze, his mind went blank. He only vaguely remembered that the old abbot led him into a secret room, and then he had no memory of anything.
"You!" He unexpectedly found himself lying in his 60 million mansion.
"Chen, do you still know me?!" Mira, the famous female star, excitedly held his hand.
Damn it, why is she here?!
If he remembered correctly, he had only been with her for less than half a month...
Yan Chen looked around blankly, everything seemed so familiar. He remembered that he asked his assistant to hang the nearly 30-inch art photo on the wall.
Obviously, he came back and bid farewell to that unknown dynasty!
"Chen, why are you ignoring me? Doctor, is he okay?!" Mira looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes.
She was deeply attracted to him from the first sight.
She turned down the opportunity to take on a Hollywood blockbuster and took over this ordinary life film.
Just because he is the male protagonist.
Since he was in coma, she had been staying by his bedside day and night, hoping that when he woke up, she would be the first person he saw.
"No, everything is normal." His family doctor, Rohr, frowned strangely.
He was in an inexplicable coma for half a year. I thought he would continue to sleep...
But...this is a miracle...
"What happened?!" Yan Chen glanced at a few people around him, took the water handed by his assistant, and asked casually.
He listened to the assistant's explanation in a muffled voice, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him who was trembling with tears.