Love is not unrequited love: Jin Shui Tang Tang farewell (10)
Love is endless but not joyful: Jinshui Tangtang bids him farewell (10)
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"Being in love is a blessing. Don't give up easily unless you have to!" Lan Xiting lowered his eyes and said earnestly. Before she could speak, he said softly: "It's getting late, go back and rest. I won't
Sent you up..."
Lan Mufei looked at him deeply and said seriously: "The woman who can be loved by you will be the happiest woman in the world."
Lan Xiting smiled and motioned for her to come up quickly.
"Good night." Lan Mufei got out of the car and went upstairs.
Lan Xiting's eyes flashed with a hint of coolness, and his voice lingered in the carriage, "She is indeed very happy, but this happiness has nothing to do with me."
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Lan Mufei returned home, turned on the light, and sat slumped on the sofa with her exhausted body, half sunken, looking numb and mechanical.
What flashed in my mind was the scene of today's meeting, every look in his eyes, every change in expression, and the indifference in his eyes as they glanced over him.
I put my finger on my heart for so many days, thinking that my heartache would no longer hurt, but it turns out it still hurts.
Two people clearly have each other in their hearts. They are obviously in the same city, but they cannot see each other. They meet each other and pass each other like strangers. Is there anything more desolate in this world than this?
The sadness of not being able to stay in love makes me feel aggrieved every time I think about it, and it is still unspeakable grievance.
When she was lost in thought, the sudden ringing of the doorbell pulled her out of her depressed thoughts. The ringing of the doorbell seemed to be urgent, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
The uncontrollable pulsing of the nose, the uncontrollable beating of the heart, and a very strong feeling...
Yun Gu wouldn't come to him for no reason at this late hour, and Lan Xiting wouldn't go upstairs suddenly and rashly. Then he would be alone.
With anticipation surging in his eyes, he didn't even have time to put on the high heels scattered beside the sofa, so he hurriedly got up and ran to open the door.
The moment the door opened, the expectation on his eyebrows instantly cooled down, and he stood there in a daze.
There was a deep sense of disappointment in his voice, "How... could it be you?"
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The car was driving on a flat road, and the driver was Hang Hang. Sitting behind the car were not only Louis Indigo, but also Jane Lanstro.
Jian's curious eyes kept looking out the window at the scenery bathed in the sunset, and asked Hang Hang from time to time: "Why haven't we arrived yet? How long will it take?"
Hang Hang looked at her through the rearview mirror, with a faint smile on his lips: "It's almost there, there's still half an hour left."
Jian Dai frowned slightly and complained: "It's so far!"
Louis Yingzi's face was gloomy. When he heard her complaint, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his tone was unhappy: "I know it's far away, but I still have to come here!"
Originally, he was reading documents in the company, but he received a call from Mrs. Hong. The Lanstros were visiting the castle. Jane was bored. When she learned that Luo Ruochen had bought a new winery, she was very curious and wanted to come over and play.
They would definitely be worried if a girl ran this way, so the task of escorting her naturally fell on Louis Indigo.
He didn't even think about refusing directly. Who knew Jane would pick up the phone and threaten him: "If you don't accompany me, if I accidentally say something wrong, don't blame me..."
He knew what Jane was referring to and agreed reluctantly.
His mood was not high along the way, maybe he was really not in the mood to play around with her, a little princess.
Jane glared at him angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up! You owe me this, you must pay me back! You must know that it was my first kiss, and the first kiss is so precious that you can't afford it!"
Louis Ying's eyes flashed with strong disdain. Not to mention the first kiss, he had never cared about many girls' first nights.
When Hang Hang, who was driving in the front seat, heard this, his eyes darkened calmly, and the veins in his hands holding the steering wheel were looming. In the next half hour, he answered Jane's questions with a lack of interest.
Arriving at the winery at seven o'clock, the sun completely set, leaving only a burning red glow, and the car stopped at the door of the winery.
Jane couldn't wait for Hang Hang to open the door, so she opened the door herself, looked around, and exclaimed: "Wow... what a big winery! Luo Ruochen is really willing to spend a lot of money for his wife!"
Louis Yingqi got out of the car slowly, casually, his eyes saw a grape trellis not far away, and his eyes darkened without a trace.
Not long ago, he was walking hand in hand with her on the trail over there. Unexpectedly, he was here in the blink of an eye, but this time the person accompanying her was no longer her.
Lowering his head and narrowing his eyes, he said in a low voice, "Go in."
Jane shook her head, looking excited, "You go in first, and I'll walk around while it's still dark. This place is amazing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Louis Yingzi could say anything, he turned around and ran away.
Hang Hang's eyes followed her back, and he turned around and said, "I'll go look at her."
After saying that, he hurriedly chased in Jane's direction.
Louis Yingwidow frowned slightly and pursed his thin lips in an emotionless arc. That was fine. He was really not in the mood to play with the little princess. With Hang Hang watching, I believed nothing would happen!
As he walked inside, he mechanically pulled on his tie with his fingers and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. He lost the dignity of the company and felt more free and casual.
Luo Ruochen had already called the manager of the winery to welcome Louis Yingwu and the others, and dinner in the room was ready.
Louis Indigo waved to the steward and said that he did not need a servant to serve him, and that he wanted to be alone.
The steward respectfully escorted him to the door of the room and stopped.
Louis Indigo walked in, without turning on the light, and took advantage of the dim skylight outside to go and lie down on the soft couch aside.
It was only half a month, but he felt that it had lasted for dozens of centuries and was so tiring.
Lying on the soft couch, with the buttons unbuttoned to reveal his strong chest, his strong arms casually placed over his eyes, he quietly enjoyed this peaceful moment alone.
The skylight outside the window dimmed little by little, and the room gradually merged into night, shrouded in darkness. Even his breathing could be heard in the silent space.
I don't know how much time passed, but when he seemed to be asleep, he felt light coming into his eyes through the gap. He was about to scold the servant who came in and turned on the light. When he put down his arm, he was stunned.
There was no light on in the room, but it was filled with small colorful lights, colorful and twinkling. In the center of the room was a small heart-shaped white candle, burning quietly, with elegant candlelight.
There were red rose petals on the sheets, on the floor, on the table, and even on the soft couch under him. However, when he came in, he didn't even notice that there were any petals on the soft couch, and his white shirt had been stained with a light lip color.
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The door of the room was open, and a pure white dress was held up on the floor, slightly revealing her round and small feet on the floor. She was holding a violin in her hand, and her facial features were still elegant.
Under the lighting and atmosphere, there is a sense of beauty of flowing water.
Her eyebrows gradually raised, and her eyes stared at her indifferently. Just when she was about to scold her for being here, Lan Mufei lowered her eyes and did not look at him. Instead, she put the violin on her thin shoulders, adjusted her posture, and played the violin.
The bow was pulled up, and melodious and smooth music sounded.
Louis Yingwidow's words reached her lips because the sound of her violin paused, and the most pathos note was the most classical music "Butterfly Lovers".
It is also his favorite piece of Chinese classical music.
Lan Mufei did not look at him and focused on playing the violin. She had not touched the violin for more than eight years. She had never touched the violin again in her life, but because of him, she still mustered up the courage to pick up the violin again.
Just because Hang Hang said that he likes to listen to "Butterfly Lovers" the most and never tires of listening to it.
She had played this piece a long time ago. The piece she played for the grade examination at that time was "Butterfly Lovers". It was highly praised by the judges and they were even willing to recommend her to study at the Vienna Conservatoire. It is the dream palace pursued by every music student.
, but for Long Lifei’s sake, she rejected the judges’ kindness and accepted Long Lifei’s proposal to come to Paris.
She has never regretted her decision at that time, and she did not regret it even after meeting the widowed Louis; if she had really gone to Vienna, she might not have met him.
The sad notes flowed out like clouds and flowing water, and each note was like a small hammer hammering into the heart of Louis Yingqi; this was the first time he saw her playing the piano, and the first time he heard it.
She played the piano with such concentration and it sounded so good. It was countless times better than when he went to listen to those master musicians playing live.
His heart was clenching tightly, as if he was about to stop breathing, and his eyes were staring at her for a moment, for fear of missing any small detail of her.
The thin woman in front of him had once been pregnant with his child, panting in his arms, and taking root in his heart... The blood in his body boiled just thinking about it, and every inch of her body was noisy.
Lan Mufei's heart was trembling, and every part of her nervous body was stiff. Only her two thin and pitiful arms flexibly controlled the violin, playing the most desolate music, which lingered around for three days, with lingering sounds.
When the last note fell, she gracefully put down the violin in her hand and stood in the corner. When she raised her head and looked at him with clear black and white pupils, she didn't give him a chance to speak.
Her red lips and white teeth floated before his eyes, and in his ears was her low voice. Without any music, she simply sang every intoxicating lyric a cappella.
all.we.had.was.(In the only summer we spent together)
two. (Two people in love are walking leisurely in the park)
but.(But as they say)
the.(This world is always changing)
as.the.(like falling leaves one after another)
we.(We are about to separate)
Louis Indigo has heard this song once before. Her low voice is not as powerful and controlling as the original singer, but it is full of tenderness and lingering. It is a different feeling to listen to it in the ears.
(Baby, the love of my life)
don't.you.'s.true(so hard that you don't know it's true)
i'm.(I live just to love you)
so.'t.(So dear, please don't hesitate)
if.you.(If you can feel my emotions)
(Please believe in your heart and pay for each other like I do)
Hearing the word "i'm.", Louis Ying's heart seemed to be pinched tightly by invisible hands, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He never knew that her love was so deep without even realizing it.
His dark blue eyes were faintly wet in the elegant light, and he gradually moved away from her affectionate pupils, unable to bear to look at her.
He clenched his hands tightly into fists, almost exerting all his strength to control her, suppressing his urge to go over and rub her into his arms, kneading her into his own bones and blood.
(When the last moment comes)
i.(I know those angels will see my smile)
and.if.(If they want to know the reason for my smile)
i.(Then I will tell her)
(Baby, the love of my life, yes)
i'm.(I live just to love you)
Lan Mufei doesn't need to remember the lyrics at all, because every lyric of this song is what she wants to say to him, and every sentence is her confession to him.
Seeing his lowered eyes, she couldn't help but think of what Hang Hang came to her late at night and told her on the night of the charity auction ball on June 27th.
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Hang Hang said: "You once asked me about Yanyu, but I didn't tell you at that time. Firstly, I felt it was unnecessary, and secondly... Yanyu is also very important to me; she and the Earl are childhood sweethearts, but they are just Pure friendship has nothing to do with romance, because the two of them are so similar."
Xu Yanyu was born in early summer. It was drizzling that day, so Xu's father named her Yanyu.
Xu Jiaben lived in Yanzhen, not far from Xixun. When Mianyu was four years old, his family moved to Xixun and settled there. It happened to be next door to Louis Ying's widowed grandmother's house, so the two got acquainted.
Louis Yingzi is smart, well-behaved and sensible, but Xu Yanyu is a talented little girl who is praised by her neighbors and relatives from all over the world. The two are often compared.
Louis Ying was aloof and arrogant, and Xu Yanyu was also a high-spirited girl. Although she was four years younger than him, she was not willing to be compared with him at all. The two did not look down on each other, but they admired each other at the same time. .
Other children were running around holding hands on the bluestones and playing in the mud together, but the two of them were sitting at home neatly dressed, discussing in a green and solemn voice who wrote better poems.
In the eyes of many people, the two of them can be described as "childhood sweethearts" and "golden girls", a match made in heaven. They are two extremely smart children, but they disdain the praises of adults.
One said: If you marry a widow, you would rather be tonsured.
Another person quoted a sentence from Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" and modified it: If you want to choose a wife for your son, you can't marry someone who is not a lady.
The more common meaning of this saying is: When I marry a wife, I must marry a virtuous and virtuous woman like Shen Fu's wife. Although Yan Yu is talented and virtuous, she is not wife material.
The grandmother was still in that fashion. Although she was not in good spirits, she couldn't help but laugh when she heard her grandson's words. She hit his head and cursed in a low voice: "You are a big brat. You don't even have all your teeth, so you just want to get a wife."
, shameless!”
The young widower disagreed and retorted to her grandmother: "A good man gets married first and then builds a career. When my grandson marries a wife, he will not ruin the country or the city, but only me."
Grandma didn't scold him anymore, she smiled with squinted eyes and praised him. At a young age, he had his own stand and attitude towards people and things, and he was much more promising than his father.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Louis is already thirteen years old, and his grandmother's health is getting worse and worse. Although there are people taking care of her, Mrs. Hong can no longer tolerate her children continuing to live in China. She has no regard for herself as a mother.
Completely devoid of emotion.
At that time, the company's situation was stable and developing very well, so Mrs. Red forced Louis Indigo to return to France. Regarding his education, it could not be delayed any longer.
Especially because Louis was a widow in China and her husband traveled to China all year round and alienated her, she became even more dissatisfied.
After some debate, Madam Red finally ordered Louis to be forcibly taken back to France.
Widow Louis Ying heard his father and grandmother say that his mother was a very capable mother since he was a child. He longed for her and knew that he wanted to return to his mother. Although he was reluctant to leave his grandmother and the small town of Xixun, he was not against it.
But when he actually returned to France and saw his mother, he suddenly realized that everything was different from what he thought.
The first time he met his mother after he had memories was at the company. He got off the plane and was taken to the company. He carried a black schoolbag alone, sat on the sofa in the corridor, and waited alone for five people.
Hour.
Mrs. Hong walked out of the conference room surrounded by people. Her high heels made a crisp sound as they rubbed against the ground. She continued to give orders to the people following her.
I walked in front of him but didn't see him.
"——Mommy." Xiao Yingwu called her in proficient French.
Everyone's steps paused, and the others automatically retreated to both sides and became the background. She turned around and saw him, her eyebrows moving slightly.
Instead of ignoring his apology, warm concern, or mother's warm embrace, she turned her head and scolded her secretary: "Why is he still here? Didn't you ask you to arrange for him to go to class?"
At that moment, the thirteen-year-old boy stared blankly at the queen-like woman in front of him. She was beautiful, noble, and unparalleled. She was the most successful strong woman in everyone's eyes. She alone could not become his loving mother.
Back to life in France, apart from 4 hours of sleep every day, there is only one thing left: study.
All kinds of learning, language, science, economics, social interaction, manners, wine tasting, aesthetics, are complicated and rigorous.
Louis Indigo had very little time to see Mrs. Hong. Most of the time, his tutor analyzed her successful cases in the shopping mall and asked him to learn from them. But in those cases, what he saw was a person who was trying to achieve his goal.
A woman who never gives up, is decisive in killing, cold-blooded and emotionless.
Every time Mrs. Hong appears, there must be only one reason: his studies have not met her requirements.
For example, he cannot master the languages of twelve countries, for example, his piano cannot pass level 10, and for example, when he is studying etiquette, he accidentally drips soup on his dress.
Louis Indigo is like a machine without self-awareness. He has to do whatever he is assigned to do every day, and he must be 100% perfect. If there is even a trace of imperfection, he will be severely punished.
He lived a very depressing life like this. He often missed Xi Xun, his grandmother, and the little girl with a sweet voice who said, "If you marry a widow, you would rather be tonsured."
He only had contact with his grandmother once when he returned to France. At Christmas, he did not dare to tell her about his current life. She was in poor health and had eye problems, and he was afraid that she would worry and be in bad shape.
One time he couldn't stand it anymore, so he stole the teacher's phone, hid in the closet and dialed Xu Yanyu's home number.
Yanyu told him on the phone: "I read a sentence in a book two days ago, 'Fate should be in one's own hands.' Since you are not happy living there, why don't you come back? The inkstone you used,
I help you wipe it every day when you practice calligraphy. I feed the little turtle you caught in the field every day, but it may not like me. It doesn’t eat much and has lost a lot of weight. My grandmother sits in front of her house every day,
Every time I hear footsteps, I have to ask if the widow is back."
Yanyu also said: "There are close friends in the sea, and we are as close to each other as far as the end of the world, but I am a widower. Without your Xixun, I feel so empty that I want to cry."
A month later, when Louis Indigo was just fourteen years old, he secretly escaped from France back to China; he spent a whole month planning his plan to escape back to the West.
The fourteen-year-old boy was timid in his hometown, and he just wanted to return to that warm and picturesque town, guard his elderly grandmother, raise the wild crows he caught, and practice with the inkstone used by his grandmother.
Words, and the talented Yanyu, cooking tea and discussing poetry; but never expected——
This impulsive willfulness actually led to a catastrophic disaster.
An irreparable tragedy.
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