Three days later in the evening, Tang Yang returned to the capital and went straight to Xiaoyue Pavilion.
He was rushing all the way, and his face was covered with wind, frost, and dust, and he had no time to wash it off. His eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he asked Yu Wenhao in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"
Yu Wenhao comforted him and sat down, and then told him everything about the identity of the seventh girl and what he said calmly.
After Tang Yang heard this, his first reaction was to shake his head, "How is this possible?
She cannot be from the Yuan family."
"I don't know, I haven't seen the girl you mentioned either."
Yu Wenhao said.
"Go find her, she is still in Beijing."
Yuan Qing Lingdao.
Tang Yang was stunned for a moment. It was really ridiculous. How could she be from the Yuan family?
She said she was just a descendant of a down-and-out family traveling around the world, making a small living.
"I'll go find her."
After Tang Yang finished speaking, he galloped out and rode away.
The past replayed over and over again in his mind. When he met her, he didn't take this girl seriously at all. When the seventeen-year-old girl was about to kiss, he didn't want to delay her, but she kept chasing her all day long.
He ran away and laughed drunkenly with him for thirty thousand times. She was like a candy that couldn't be shaken off, clinging to him. He was depressed and frustrated, and she was so stupid as he imagined the future with him.
Three years passed like this. Once she disappeared for a month, and he realized that he had already gotten used to her. He decided to be with her and promised to marry her. He still remembered how she laughed when he said he would marry her.
Like the peach blossoms in full bloom, she jumped on his body and shouted loudly, making her look more and more like a crazy girl.
But after that accident, he went to tell her that he could no longer marry her and that he wanted to marry another woman. Her smile disappeared. At that moment, he saw the deathly despair in her eyes.
She wanted to explain, but he didn't give it. He just said sorry and left. In the past, she would chase him no matter what happened, but she didn't chase him that time.
He thought at that time that for such a careless girl, she would soon forget him.
But he waited until her family sent him the news about her death. At that moment, he realized what it felt like to be deeply in love.
When I arrived outside the Yuan family's mansion, I felt my face was cold. When I stretched out my hand to touch it, it was filled with tears.
I haven't dared to think about it all these years because thinking about it makes me feel heart-piercing pain.
He slowly got off his horse, knocked on the door of Yuan's house, and heard his own dull voice, "I want to meet your seventh girl."
He didn't seem to hear what the servant said. After waiting for a while, someone took him in. He walked through the Fushu Garden, went up the corridor, and crossed the arch bridge. The servant led him to the pavilion, where a person was sitting.
, her appearance has not changed, but she has long lost the obsessive passion she had when she was chasing him in the past.
He could hardly breathe, and felt heat waves rushing into his eyes and nose. He stepped forward with difficulty, stepped on the stone steps, and stood in front of her.
She sat on the edge of the railing, with her hands spread out behind her back. She sat in a arrogant posture, raising her head slightly, her chin firm, her eyes calm, and her lips raised in a smile, "Master Tang, long time no see!"
Tang Yang looked at her and whispered: "You are still alive!"
"Yes, committing suicide that day was just a joke on my part."
She smiled slightly and pointed to the stone bench next to her, "Please sit down!"
He slowly sat down, his legs were shaking unconsciously, and the fingers on the tip of his heart were all trembling. He couldn't even say a complete sentence smoothly, "Are you... okay?"
"good!"
She continued to smile, with charming eyebrows, "I'm just busy with business and seldom come back to Beijing. Otherwise, maybe we would have met long ago. I'm very sorry to hear that your wife has passed away. Please forgive me!"
"sorry!"
His eyes were gloomy, and his voice could only be heard by the two of them. This sentence of sorry was so pale and weak that he could feel it himself.
"sorry?"
Her smile deepened and she shook her head, "You're not sorry for me. I was ignorant back then. Now, I wouldn't be able to do such a thing. But I've bothered you for three years. It's me who says I'm sorry."
Her words, even a pause, stung him, and his heart felt like it had been crushed by something. He was silent for a long time, just looking at her.
The seventh girl then brought a cup of tea and drank it slowly. After working in the shopping mall for so many years, she had perfected her introversion. She only had a polite and polite smile on her face. Even if she peeled off the skin and bones, she could not find any trace of sadness.
Uncomfortable.
"Hate me?"
He asked in a dumb voice after a long, long time.
The seventh girl said sincerely: "I want to thank you very much. You taught me that the love between men and women is just a vain dream in the world. Only when you wake up from the dream can you be down to earth. I am very good now. I am not limited to the inner courtyard, the world
Let me control you."
He withdrew his dreaming eyes and said sincerely: "That's very good, very good."
"Any thing else?"
She asked, looking up at the moonlight, "It's getting late, I still have some accounts to look at."
The implication is that the order to expel guests has been issued.
Tang Yang was unwilling to leave. Staying a little longer wouldn't change anything, but he just wanted to stay a little longer.
"Can I ask you a few more questions?"
Tang Yang looked at her and asked.
The seventh girl smiled and said, "Of course, we have met each other, and you and I have never had any grudges. If you had sent someone to post earlier, I would have asked someone to serve you food and drinks, and have a few drinks with you, so that we can trace back to our youth and frivolity.
past events."
Tang Yang asked Seran, "Have you ever returned to the capital in these years?"
“Come back every year.”
she says.
"I always thought you were dead, but now you're not dead, I'm very happy."
She sighed softly, her eyes showing some compassion, "If I knew you cared, I would definitely send someone to tell you that I am still alive, so that you would not feel guilty and live with guilt. But when I saw you leaving decisively, I thought,
You probably don’t care about my life or death, so it doesn’t matter whether you tell me or not.”
His heart froze, looking at her gentle face, where could he find the love, hate, sorrow, and joy that the reckless girl of the past showed on her face?
He didn't know what to say. An apology was too weak.
After a long silence, she was still patiently waiting for him to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word. He could only stand up slowly, look at her deeply, bow his hands and salute, "Farewell!"
She returned the gift with a blessing, "I won't give it to you!"
Dragging heavy steps, he slowly left the pavilion and led the way out of the mansion.
The soft light in the pavilion shone on the face of the seventh girl. She sat down, still sitting in the same posture just now, looking steadily at the direction in which he disappeared. The corridor shadowed by the dim light was peaceful and timeless, but unexpectedly,
A ferocious face suddenly appeared.
She was shocked, and a big prickly smile appeared on her face, "Mom, why don't you stay up so late and listen to the corner?"
Mrs. Dingguo strode forward with a cane and stared at her with a ferocious face, "Is that him?"
"You are an old lady. You can take care of your old age and have grandchildren. You are so lenient!"
The seventh girl stood up and stretched out her hand to help her.
Mrs. Dingguo slapped her hand down and asked fiercely: "Isn't it him who doesn't want to smile playfully with me?"