The old man held the paper tube in his hand, and his mind couldn't be calm. This is Chengzhi's, Dezhao has seen it.

So what did he mean by that? What was the old friend going to tell him? What did that mean? He didn't know why. Was there something going on? Or did he get some information?

Who is the sandpiper and who is the mussel? Who is the fisherman?

Looking at the paper tube in front of him, the old man's trembling hands finally twisted away. Take out a yellowed piece of stationery.

"Qidong, Dezhao, I'm leaving. I can no longer work with you to realize my dream of building a business empire. I'm sorry. But I felt even more guilty.

Qili has always loved Qidong deeply, but she doesn't know that I have always loved her. That's why you've been rejecting her, aren't you? You're worried about the brotherhood between you and me, and I'm very grateful. But what I saw more was the pain that she couldn't love.

At one time, I thought there was nothing more meaningful than taking the blue eye and taking our career to the next level. But later, looking at the loneliness in her eyes when she looked at you, I understood. If I had blue eyes at the time, I would not hesitate to exchange them for her pleasure. But I didn't, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to buy her happiness.

Then one day, the wind and rain came. She was drunk. She hugged me and cried. Later, she became delirious and mistook me for you. She cried and asked me why I couldn't choose her, even if I gave her a little comfort. Even if it's just that night.

I was confused, and I asked for her. Her joy is an eternal sting in my heart, lasting and lasting.

I am ashamed of you, of my brother, and even more of a shame against her! I am a bastard! I should not be in this world, and I am not worthy to live among you.

Self-blame torments me all the time, and every time I see you, I get a little deeper.

Guilt is a knife, every time I see her looking at your back leaving her, the loss in her eyes is slashed at my heart.

Finally, that day, she laughed out loud as she watched you leave again. The laughter is crazy, and the laughter is even more miserable. I can't control myself anymore. I can no longer convince myself.

I know you can get blue eyes. Qidong, Dezhao, forgive me for tearing up our agreement!

Qidong, I'm sorry. If you have the chance, you can also say sorry to Qili for me. I don't ask for her forgiveness, I just hope that she can let go of these things and live happily.

I wish my death would atone for my sins!"

The old man held the letter paper, and large tears fell on the yellowed paper.

"Chengzhi, why don't you say it? Why don't you want to solve it, but choose such an extreme way? I have never loved Qili, I have always treated her as a sister. Why didn't you express your love for her like that? Why did you die in my arms in such a cruel way? Chengzhi, do you know that your death is the past that I can't let go of for so many years! It is a pain in my heart that can never be healed!"

Tears wet the letter and blurred vision. There is no brilliance in the cloudy eyes, only thoughts of the past and endless regrets.

The house was full of sadness. A sad old man, a scarred woman. He didn't speak again for a long time.

After the silence, it was the old man who spoke first.

"When did your grandfather give you this? and what you said?"

"Five years ago!"

"Five years ago?"

"Yes, at that time, Feng's family was also suffering from internal and external troubles, and grandpa forgot to sleep and eat every day, working day and night to investigate! But then one day grandpa came back and locked himself in the house, and he didn't come out for a day and night, and he didn't eat water and rice. Later, when I went in to see him, my grandfather gave me this. He also said that if he died, he would also have a will. ”

Feng Jiajia remembered that period of Feng's stormy days and fell into a long memory. At that time, she was a little girl who was protected by many people, but she had to cling to illusory things. It's too light to say that you are obsessed. It should be paranoia, paranoia for no reason. Now, she has finally tasted the bitter fruit. ended up like today. Feng Jiajia smiled bitterly.

But the old man was stunned by Feng Jiajia's words. He had in his hand the will of an old friend. And another old friend also said that he would leave a will. How not to make him shocked, sad, and painful?

"Grandpa Song, grandpa fell ill shortly after that. Since his grandfather fell ill, Feng's has plummeted. It's like a merciless hand that has been choking Feng's neck! My father, he, he's just as obsessed with it as I was back then. Now that I think about it, the three generations of our Feng ancestors and grandchildren are like being cursed. ”

The old man's eyes were no longer bright at the moment, and there were tears in his eyes. Looking at the sad crying granddaughter of an old friend who should be at the age of flowers and jade, and who should be lively and happy, his heart is also full of love and pity.

"Girl, go and rest, and let Grandpa think about it. ”

"Good!"

Feng Jiajia looked straight at the old man, and finally stood up obediently.

The old man rang the bell and called Coco Li, his expression was sluggish, and he said in a dull voice: "Coco Xiao, take her to rest!"

This is the first time that the old man has called her so intimately.

When the door was about to close, Coco Li couldn't help but glance back at the old man. She saw the old man trembling on the table and barely standing up, and with great difficulty pulling back the curtains behind him. Outside the window is the sea of sunflowers in full bloom.

The sun shone into the gloomy room, and also into the old man's almost dry heart.

The old man stared at this sunflower field for a long time. Gradually, he gained calm, and his face gradually returned to his former look.

Looking at it, he seemed to see her shuttling and playing in the flower field. Her silver bell-like laughter filled every corner and drifted into her heart. She wore a pale pink tulle dress. With each step, the skirt flutters lightly, like a light fairy. She raised her hand and stroked the fan-like leaves of the sunflowers, which swirled happily in the wind, fluttering among the turquoise stems and leaves.

The wind blew softly, blowing off the yellow pollen of the sunflowers. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the sunflowers, illuminating the yellow pollen in mid-air. Illuminated her under the flowers. The pollen fluttered and undulated, her figure, her smiling face seemed to be shrouded in a golden light. The beautiful is somewhat hazy, dazzling and touching.

Just one glance made him forget the purpose of going there. With just one glance, she entered his heart from then on.

Love took root and he fell in love! Love has been with him since then, and he has spent his life despite the ups and downs.

Today, she is long gone, leaving only this sunflower field.

The old man looked up and sighed.

"The sunflower field is still there, I'm still there, love is still there, and you've never gone far, have you?"