Love is not without joy: love returns to the empty city, silent reincarnation
Love is endless but not joyful: love returns to the lonely city, silent reincarnation
Two years later, I found myself in the west.
Spring comes early, and in March the green willow buds sprout, gently brushing the lake surface, and the ripples spread out in circles.
The market is bustling with people coming and going, and every store has a dazzling array of products, which dazzles everyone looking at it; the bargaining sounds of sellers and buyers are endless.
The sun shrouds this small mountain town, creating unwarranted warmth and permeating the land.
A man in a dark blue coat stood in front of a store and looked outside. The bustle of people coming and going came into his eyes. He habitually took out his cigarette case and smoked a cigarette.
The smoke blurred the stern outline, and the tall and tall body was lonely and cold, as if it couldn't blend into the excitement.
The store owner handed him the opened invoice and promised to deliver the goods tomorrow.
He held the cigarette butt in his mouth, put the invoice into his wallet, put the wallet into his pocket, and said goodbye to the store owner.
As he walked into the crowd, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He saw it was a call from the company. While listening to the call, he wanted to squeeze out of the crowd and find a quiet place to talk.
Finally, he reached the entrance of a deserted alley and listened to the people talking there. It seemed that there was something wrong at a certain construction site and he needed to go there.
After thinking for a moment, let them stabilize the situation and wait until he returns to Beijing.
Just as he was about to cut off the phone, a vague voice suddenly floated from the crowd, making his whole body freeze.
If there is only one day left, I will be braver for love;
Love one more day, love again; hug this world tightly.
Suddenly he looked back at the entire street, where the figures were flowing, and his deep eyes searched for the face he had been dreaming about among the unfamiliar faces, but it was not the one.
The familiar melody continued to play melodiously in the lively crowd.
If you can hear your heartbeat, you can understand my declaration of love
Please let me stay by your side; in you, in you, in your world
love'forever.
The tall and long shadow was struggling to move on the crowded path, with an anxious expression and eyes constantly searching everywhere...
The faint voice in his ears seemed to disappear, as if it was just an illusion of his.
Pushed to the side of the road by the crowd, he looked at the figure floating in front of him, his thin lips curling into a self-deprecating and bitter smile.
Could it be her?
Or it's just an illusion of my own.
Just as he was about to turn back, he accidentally bumped into something. When he reacted, he quickly grabbed the child who was almost knocked down by him.
"Are you okay?"
He looked like a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing a black cotton coat, hat, sunglasses, dark trousers, and handsome boots. He looked cool.
The sunglasses covered his eyes but exposed Bai Xi's skin. The thin lips under the straight bridge of his nose pursed lightly, and his voice was calm, "It's okay."
Louis Yingwidow looked around, and no one seemed to notice the child, "Are you alone? Where are your parents?"
He raised his head to look at Louis, his sunglasses reflecting the light of the sun, "I don't like talking to people with my head raised."
Louis Yingwidow was startled. He didn't expect that such a young child would be such a stinker. He didn't look like a child at all.
He pinched his armpits with both hands, and gently lifted the boy out of the crowd, to a slightly empty place, squatted down, looked at the boy, and said in a gentle tone: "Are you separated from your parents? You need me.
Help?"
"No need!" The boy decisively rejected his kindness, paused and said, "I live here, and I know every shop owner here!"
Louis Indigo was amused by what he added, "Uncle does not abduct children."
"I know."
"Huh?" Louis Yingwidow had a look of doubt on his face.
The boy pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his finger and asked, "You live near here too? Why haven't I seen you?"
"I don't come to the market often." Louis Yingzhi replied patiently. Seeing this child, he couldn't help but think of Jian Yao. This child, like Jian Yao, is a brat.
"Then where do you live?" the boy asked probingly.
Louis Yingqi didn’t know why the boy was so stubborn in wanting to know where he lived. He was silent for a moment and pointed to the end of the street: “Twenty minutes’ walk along this street, there is a white house there where I live.
place.”
The boy turned around and wanted to see the end of the street, but there were too many people and he was not tall enough. He could only see countless back figures and remained silent for a long time.
Louis Yingwu smiled, "What, you want to kidnap uncle?"
He turned around and said in a low voice, "So the beautiful big house is yours..."
Louis Yingwidow frowned slightly. He didn't know why he felt that this child was strange, as if he knew him.
"May I have your name?"
"Sijun, I miss you, you are a gentleman." After Sijun answered simply, he then asked: "Will you invite me to visit your beautiful big house?"
Louis Ying took it as a child and didn't think much about it. He nodded: "Okay...but we have to wait. I will go somewhere else for a few days tomorrow."
"how long?"
Louis Indigo had an understanding of this child's intelligence and decisiveness, so nothing he said would be surprising.
"A week or so."
He was silent for a long time and nodded, "I will visit your home in a week."
Louis Yingzi smiled: "Yes, but remember to tell your parents, if they are worried about accompanying you, they can come with you."
Sijun nodded, and finally asked: "Is there anyone else in your family?"
"I'm the only one here, the others are abroad or far away." Louis Yingzhi couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, "Your logic is very clear, your mind is so smart, your parents are policemen? I can
Take off your sunglasses?"
From the beginning, the child was wearing sunglasses, making it difficult for people to see his entire face.
"No!" Sijun's warm little hand took away his big palm.
"Why?"
"I don't want to." When he said this, Sijun's tone was cool.
"..."
The smile on Louis Ying's mouth grew thicker, and he was suddenly curious about what kind of parents this child was, who could teach a child to be so arrogant and arrogant.
but--
It seems very similar to when I was a child.
Very interesting!
"In a week, I will visit your big house. Goodbye." After Sijun finished speaking, he waved to him, indicating that he could leave.
"Goodbye." Louis Indigo stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "I hope you will come over in a week without wearing sunglasses and let me see what you look like."
As soon as he finished speaking, he passed by Sijun and walked into the crowd, his back gradually fading away.
Sijun stood there, looking at his back.
"Sijun." Qing Qian's voice sounded. Qianying walked to him and placed her finger on his hat. "You are running around again. What are you looking at?"
Her eyes followed Sijun, and she saw only the backs of people, nothing special.
Sijun came back to her senses, looked up at her, and said with a slight smile: "Mom, let's go home."
Lan Mufei nodded, and before leaving, he squatted down and took off his sunglasses. A pair of sapphire blue pupils shone brightly in the sun, "It's not summer yet, what kind of sunglasses should I wear?"
Sijun looked calm, took back his sunglasses and put them on again, saying only one word: "Cool."
Lan Mufei couldn't help but laugh. Sijun was very cute and loved to laugh when he was young. But for some reason, the older he gets, the more he looks like his father. He is arrogant and bratty, and he always pretends to be cool at a young age.
"Okay, handsome little cool brother, let's go home." She stretched out her hand in front of Sijun.
Sijun glanced at her, then at her palm, and finally put his hand on her palm. Lan Mufei held his hand and protected him by her side, squeezing through the surging crowd.
Take a leisurely stroll towards home.
One left, one right, farther and farther.
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Louis Indigo returned to Beijing to deal with the company's affairs, but the situation turned out to be more serious than he expected. He didn't even go to the hotel after getting off the plane, but went directly to the construction site to investigate the situation, and then returned to the company for an emergency meeting.
The next two days were also busy, meeting with the leaders of various departments, socializing, and trying to find ways to smooth things over so that the matter would not become a big deal and become more serious and out of control.
It took more than ten days to complete the matter, during which I also met with Lan Xiting.
In the past two years, he has been developing in China. The company was very large in the early stage. Lan Xiting wanted him to expand the company's scale, but he did not have such big ambitions.
For him, it is enough for the company to operate normally and make money every year to support himself and the company's employees.
If he cared about money, why would he leave everything to Jane and the others?
Lan Xiting knew that he no longer had that heart. Although he had companies in Beijing and Shanghai, he had never purchased any real estate. He always stayed in hotels every time he came and went.
"Why don't you go find her?" Lan Xiting asked him this question two years ago. This was the second time.
For the first time, Louis Ying remained silent and did not answer in the end.
It was the same this time, silent.
Lan Xiting: "It seems you still don't want to answer my question!"
Louis Yingqi sighed deeply, the light in his eyes was complicated and obscure, and his voice came out slowly, "It's not that I don't want to answer, it's that I don't know how to answer."
In the past two years, he had not thought about going to find her, but he had never dared to take action.
I knew in my heart that finding her would have three consequences.
The first type: She is still single and doesn't mind if he gets married and has a child with another woman, and they start over.
The second type: She is still single, but she cannot accept that he has been married and has a child. They both regret it.
The third type: She is already married and has a peaceful life together, and his presence is unnecessary and disturbs them.
But no matter which one, he has worries and uneasiness in his heart. As he gets older, he seems to become less and less confident, losing the impulsiveness and bravery of his youth.
There are many people who are afraid, and there are countless uncertainties, whether finding her can truly start over.
Seven years is the best time for a woman. I feel sorry for her and don't want her to spend such a good time waiting for me, but I also selfishly hope that she will still remember me.
Not sure, maybe his love is still there.
Once confirmed, he is afraid that his love will truly be gone.
Lan Xiting was stunned for a few seconds, and vaguely understood what he was thinking. They were all people who had passed through Qianfan.
When I was young, I spent most of my time being attached to things, but now, whether it’s material or spiritual, there’s nothing I can’t let go of.
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Louis Yingwu came back from Beijing and arrived in the evening. He got off the car and Zhou Jin followed behind with his suitcase.
When he reached the door, he entered the password to open the door. When he opened the door and was about to go in, the light in his eyes caught a piece of paper on the ground, and he stopped in his tracks.
Zhou Jin stood behind him, watching him bend down and pick up the paper on the ground.
Louis Yingqi picked up the paper and read softly: "If you fail to keep your word, you are not a gentleman, but a turtle."
After the words, he also drew a cartoon version of a turtle and wrote his name underneath: Sijun.
Louis Yingwu frowned, thought for a long time, and finally remembered what he had promised a little boy before leaving, and couldn't help but smile.
He was so busy with the company's affairs that he forgot about it. It seemed that Sijun was very angry and even drew a turtle to scold him.
Zhou Jin stared at the earl with curious eyes. He had not seen the earl smile so relaxedly for a long time, and he was even more curious about the paper in his hand.
Louis Yingwu originally planned to hand the paper to Zhou Jin, but hesitated for two seconds before handing it over, "Tomorrow you go to the town and ask if there is a child named Sijun living nearby!"
"Yes..." Seeing that he didn't want to hand the paper to him, Zhou Jin didn't want to come over, so he helped him take his luggage back to the room, and left without anything else.
Louis Indigo took off his tie, turned around and walked to the semi-open kitchen, placing the paper on the white Athenian marble.
Thirsty, boil water to drink...
Jane seemed to have heard about the matter in his company and called specifically to ask how it was being handled.
While waiting for the water to boil, Jian gave a simple answer. When Jian heard that it was nothing serious, he called Jian Yao.
Every year on Jian Yao's birthday or Christmas, Louis Yingwu would fly over and spend it with him no matter how busy he was. From the beginning, Jian Yao could not accept his marriage to his mother, but then he gradually had to accept it.
Although he felt that his parents' divorce was a very annoying thing, and he was very angry when his father left home, he was still very dependent on his father, Louis Indigo, and called him three or four times a week.
Occasionally he complained that Yu Yang's training was too harsh on him, occasionally he protested that his mother was too strict with him, and Uncle Hang looked at his mother covetously.
When Louis Yingwu heard the four words "tiger stares eagerly", he couldn't help laughing and corrected him, that is not how the idiom is used.
Jian Yao didn't care. Anyway, he just felt that the people around him were not good. He told him to go back to France, or he could go to China himself!
Louis Indigo knew in his heart that the child hoped that he could remarry Jane, so he complained about this and that, trying to attract his attention and concern.
He doesn't want to go back to France, and he doesn't want Jian Yao to leave Jian Yao. He is very satisfied with his current life and is used to it.
Jian Yao knew that he could not sway his father's decision, so he was so angry that he felt awkward and did not call him for a long time.
In fact, when Jane called Louis Yingwu, Jian Yao almost wanted to stick to Jane...
In fact, he really wanted to hear his father's voice.
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In the evening, Sijun came home from school, lay down at the window and watched the sunset outside, trying hard to look in one direction.
Lan Mufei brought him a glass of water, and there was a flash of doubt in her eyes. She always felt that something was not right with Sijun recently, as if she had something on her mind.
Sijun drank the water from the cup and returned the cup to her, "Mom, come with me for a walk."
Lan Mufei put the cup on his desk, doubts flashing in her eyes, "Do you still want to go there?"
One day two weeks ago, Sijun suddenly dragged her to visit a newly built house near the town, saying that she knew the owner of the house.
It seems that the house was built two years ago. The style is based on foreign architectural styles. It is not far from the town, just a 20-minute walk. I occasionally see it when I pass by on business, but no one seems to know who the owner of the house is.
who.
It's just that many people speculate that the owner of the house must be very rich, because there was no way to enter the place originally, it was still some distance from the road, and it was very empty and wild at the time.
Two years ago, someone suddenly built an asphalt road and planted cherry blossom trees all around. The trees have grown a lot in the past two years. Although they have not bloomed yet, they will become lush and leafy in spring, and they will look extremely beautiful.
Lan Mufei had no idea when the house was built or who lived in it. She didn't go there very often, and she wasn't that curious. She just didn't understand why Sijun was so interested in that house.
interested.
Sijun nodded, grabbed her hand, and said in a pleading tone: "Mom, just go with me."
Lan Mufei didn't want to disappoint her son, so she nodded and agreed, "Come back before dark, and I'll make sure it won't affect your homework."
Sijun made an "ok" gesture!
Lan Mufei took off her coat. It was still very cold at night in Xixun this season, so she also asked Sijun to get a coat.
Sijun not only took his coat, but also wore sunglasses.
Lan Mufei didn't care about him. Her son wanted to pretend to be cool. What could she do?
Mother and son held hands and walked together toward the most beautiful scenery in the town.
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The light of the setting sun envelopes this peaceful and peaceful town with infinite warmth. Cherry blossom trees are neatly arranged on both sides of the asphalt road. When the wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound.
Louis Young was wearing black casual pants and only a white shirt on his upper body. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which kept glistening in the light of the setting sun.
Originally, the front yard of the house was empty, so he spent an afternoon installing the fence with carved patterns made by carpenters, and personally planted mandarin duck vines under the white fence.
In less than two years, the mandarin duck vine will grow up and cling to the fence. During the flower season, the fragrance of flowers will fill the air; it will look more like home.
Louis Indigo stood on the opposite side of the room, looking around carefully to see what was missing...
It seems that all that is left is a mailbox at the door.
Louis Indigo dug a deep hole at the entrance with a shovel and buried the bottom of the already ordered mailbox bracket into the ground.
The mailbox was custom-made with special materials that were waterproof and would not rust, but there was no way to choose the color. He had to buy paint and apply it himself.
He was standing next to the mailbox with a paint bucket, skillfully applying odorless paint. Occasionally, a few drops of paint would disobey and fall to the ground or flow downwards.
The phone vibrated in his pocket. He put down the paint brush, took out the phone from his pocket, saw Zhou Jin's name, and answered the call...
Zhou Jin on the phone didn't know what he said, and the paint bucket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
White paint splattered everywhere, and his whole body froze...
The paint continued to flow out, dyeing the soil under the feet milky white. The wind blew past my ears, and the rustling leaves made the most beautiful movement.
He turned around subconsciously, and his breathing stagnated for a moment.
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