After all, although Zhou Tinglan is snobbish and selfish, she is not heartless. Although Hu Dayong did too much back then, at least the two of them cherished each other.
In the first few years when they were together, Hu Dayong almost regarded Zhou Tinglan as a little princess, holding her in his hands for fear of melting, and holding her in his mouth for fear of melting.
Now times have changed, and seeing Hu Dayong in such a desolate and desolate state, Zhou Tinglan felt as if she had knocked over a seasoning bottle, with all kinds of mixed flavors, and she couldn't tell what it was like.
From afar, he saw a woman with shining golden light, whose whole body seemed to be shining with light. Hu Dayong walked over with his eyes squinted, his left leg was slightly lame, and his beard was unshaven. Only his eyes were bright and uninfected.
The moment he saw clearly that the woman was Zhou Tinglan, Hu Dayong was even overjoyed. In a flash, he remembered the fact that Zhou Tinglan had remarried someone else, and his already stooped waist sank even more.
Hu Dayong slowed down in embarrassment, not daring to look into Zhou Tinglan's eyes. It was obviously the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, but his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat. He clenched them tightly in his palms and pushed hard into the linen jacket.
I wiped it on my body, thinking I wanted to wipe off the stains on my body.
Zhou Tinglan always watched Hu Dayong quietly until the two got closer and closer, with only an arm's length between them. Zhou Tinglan sighed, "Dayong——"
Hu Dayong swallowed and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he had been in prison for so many years and had already given up smoking.
Feeling itchy, Hu Dayong raised his head, forcing an awkward smile on his face as deep as an old tree's wrinkles, "Alan..."
Zhou Tinglan lowered her eyelashes and sighed, "Go up first, don't you love Hunan cuisine? I've booked someone to a nice restaurant, just to... take care of you."
The two of them sat in the restaurant, and the waiter came forward and poured a cup of hot tea for Hu Dayong. He remembered that Hu Dayong was also a powerful local boss, and now he is in jail. Ten years later, things have changed, and he has advanced in technology.
It actually feels like a world away.
It's like a primitive man who has been living in the deep mountains and forests, and is suddenly forced to come to the United States. He doesn't understand the language and has no ability to survive. Even if he puts the mobile phone in his hand, he may at least think that it is a talking piece.
of stones.
Hu Dayong stood up and thought about how he went over to iron the tableware for Zhou Tinglan in person back then. He accidentally knocked over the waiter who was just bringing the dinner plate to pass the dishes. The plate of oily Xiangxi stir-fried pork was unexpectedly thrown on the table.
On Hu Dayong's linen coat.
The dark brown and oil stains merged into one, forming a pitch-black, strangely dark color that at first glance looked like it was stained with excrement.
The dinner plate shattered into several pieces on the ground. The waiter stared at the homeless-like old man in front of him in fear and annoyance. The blame and disgust in his eyes were self-evident, but when he caught a glimpse of the elegant Zhou Tinglan out of the corner of his eye, he
Turn into a smiley face.
Hu Dayong said: "Yes, I'm sorry... I just want to help you wash the dishes..."
Zhou Tinglan waved her hand and signaled the waiter to deal with it quickly, and then said tolerantly: "It's okay, just let them handle this. Sit down, you are already hungry, right? Eat first, and then we'll talk about it later."
Hu Dayong's old face was completely red, a bit scarier than the colored peppers in the bowl. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it never to appear again.
