Molly said, "His second uncle, Jingyue has left the company. Shouldn't anyone take care of it? If you also go on a trip, does the company still need it?"
"That's right, Jingyue and I really can't leave at the same time, so I can only wait until next year to find a chance to go out for a walk."
Gao Zheng sat at Tang's house for a while, asked Tang Jingyue to wait for her at Tang's house, and then went to deal with work matters. He would be on leave for at least ten days this time, and he had to hand over the work at hand to his colleagues.
Molly was busy at the company, so she sat for a while and then went directly to the company. Only Tang Liye, because the old lady was unwell, stayed at the Tang house to take care of her for a while, and then returned home after the old lady fell asleep.
Tang Jingyue went upstairs to her room to pack some luggage, and waited for Gao Zheng to come back before moving back to Gao's house.
She loaded things in her room, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and looked at several diaries lying inside. She couldn't help but take them out, sat on the bedside, opened the small lock of the diary, and looked through it.
There are two diaries she wrote when she was in middle school. Now the paper has turned yellow and the handwriting on them is very green.
The words are more youthful.
But the content is... it seems rare and mature.
Her admiration for Gao Zheng and her yearning for love are vividly expressed in her young words.
She opened another diary and dropped out a stack of papers.
She opened it carefully.
Drawn on the paper is the image of a soldier.
She looked at the painting for a long time before remembering that she had painted it in an art class.
At that time, the art teacher asked everyone to draw a portrait of a character, so she drew his appearance.
However, she had just learned to paint at that time and had no skills. The person she finally drew was far from the image in her mind.
Except for the big-brimmed hat and military uniform, from everything else, I can tell that he is Gao Zheng.
Tang Jingyue didn't expect that she could find several years' worth of paintings. She looked at them again and again, planning to take them back.
Show it to Gao Zheng.
She packed her things, put the painting in her diary, then lay down on the bed, rolled over, and then hugged her quilt and smelled it.
I won’t be able to sleep in this bed every night from now on.
She has a room that belongs to him and hers.
Last night she basically didn't close her eyes until almost dawn, then she would lie on her bed, tired and sleepy, and fell asleep without even realizing it.
Yang Yun was going back to school in the afternoon. She went upstairs to find Tang Jingyue and told her that she couldn't accompany her today.
As a result, when she opened the door and entered, she saw her daughter sleeping soundly with her arms in her arms.
She walked to the bed, looked at her daughter on the bed with soft eyes, covered her with a quilt, and then quietly left the room.
"What are you doing Jingyue?" Tang Jianye asked after Yang Yun came downstairs.
Yang Yun replied, "She is asleep, don't disturb her, let's go."
Tang Jianye muttered, "Why should she sleep in broad daylight? She went to her parents' house to sleep. It's true."
"Stop nagging, let's go quickly, it's a cold day, let her sleep for a while."
Tang Jianye drove to take Yang Yun back to school, and then stopped by the company.
In the afternoon, Gao Zheng finished handing over work with his colleagues and returned to Tang's house.
When he came back, the living room was quiet and there was no one.
He thought Tang Jingyue was not at home, so he wandered around the living room.
Aunt Wang said to him, "Uncle, Jingyue is upstairs. The husband has sent your mother-in-law back to school. The old lady is sleeping. I am making medicine for her."
Gao Zheng nodded, "Okay, I understand, Aunt Wang, I'll go up and take a look at Jingyue."
Gao Zheng went upstairs.
He opened the door and was about to call her, but stopped when he saw the bulging quilt on the bed.
Walked over.
When he arrived at the bedside, he saw the person on the bed, with the quilt covering his neck, sleeping soundly.
Last night, he caressed her all night, and the two of them basically didn't sleep until late at night. She must have not woken up and was exhausted.
Gao Zheng couldn't bear to disturb her, so he quietly sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at her, waiting for her to wake up and go home.
He sat for a while, turned his eyes slightly, and landed on the diary on her bedside table. There was also a yellowed piece of paper on the diary.
Gao Zheng stared at the diary for a long time and couldn't help but stretch out his hand.
He picked up the paper on top of the notebook and slowly opened it.
When he saw the portrait above, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely.
Although the painting was quite abstract, he could still recognize who it was.
You can confirm your identity just by looking at the military hat.
It's too ugly to paint him like this.
Gao Zheng admired his wife's masterpiece with a smile on his face. The more he looked at it, the warmer his heart became.
How lucky he is.
A girl can keep him in her heart for 8 years.
This painting is quite old.
Must be saved.
He carefully folded the yellowed paper back up, and then looked at the diary on the bedside table.
How many diaries has this girl written?
Have you had the habit of keeping a diary since you were a child?
Gao Zheng looked at the familiar notebook that was unlocked, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't hold it back and gently picked it up.
The lock on the diary is open, she must have just read it.
Gao Zheng picked it up and first looked around at this chronological notebook.
Then he took courage and slowly opened it.
The green handwriting inside came into view.
When he saw the date in the diary, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Diary from 1985.
He looked dazed, and after calculation, his wife was 14 years old in 1985.
It was the year she started to have a crush on him.
So, I started keeping a diary when I was fourteen years old.
Although this was her first choice, Gao Zheng still violated his principle and couldn't wait to read it.
He was very happy and fortunate that she could record her past life.
It would give him a chance to go back and understand her previous life.
Not only does he want to be involved in her future, he also wants to understand her past.
Those past events that he had the chance to participate in but missed.
He flipped through the diary carefully, trying to find what she wrote on the day they met.
He really wanted to know what was going on in her mind at the age of 14.
Did you really fall in love with him from that moment on?
How can she, a little brat, understand love!
He rummaged through several pages and finally found it.
July 8, 1985, sunny.
Today, my mood cannot be described in words.
In the morning, I forced him to attend some uncle’s graduation party.
I reluctantly went to a boring party with my little brother wearing old sportswear that I hadn’t changed out of for a long time.
But, I didn't expect...
How could there be such a handsome man in the world?
He doesn't seem to be human at all!
The military uniform is so nice, and his face is so pretty.
I really like his temperament.
Seeing Gao Zheng here, "..."
He glanced at the woman who was breathing evenly on the bed, then his eyes continued to fall on the diary and looked down.
Let me tell you some bad news. The author will go to Beijing for a second surgery in a few days. I may not be able to update too much. I will save the manuscript in advance and ensure continuous updates. You have been with me all the way until now. I sincerely hope that my dear readers
Please don't abandon the article and continue to support the author.
There is a lot of content in the back, (except for the love lines of several pairs of CPs, the resurrection of Jiang Sen, the death of the old lady of the Tang family, the whereabouts of Ye Bin, etc.) I can’t finish it in a hurry. I finally wrote it up to this point. I don’t want it to be unfinished.
, I can only update slowly, thank you all for your tolerance..
