Fansen Building.

Chen Jiatang returned to the company after the dinner, and the urgent documents sent by various districts should be reviewed, and the valuable raw materials should be counted and put into storage.

The driver held him, handed him a cane, and stepped out of the car door with a stiff prosthetic leg, and a man walked far downstairs from Fansen.

"Mr. Chen. ”

After Chen Jiatang fixed his eyes on identification, he said in surprise, "Are you Lin Sheng?" I saw it in Ouyang's old mansion many years ago, and I also saw it in the conference room where the two litigation lawyers met a few days ago.

Ten minutes later, the black car stopped in the park in the middle of the street, and the driver was waiting at the intersection.

With the flickering lights in the distance, the occasional pedestrian walking on the green avenue, the fresh plants at night, and the fragrance of dark flowers refreshing, Chen Jiatang chose a secluded place, put down his crutches, and sat on a bench.

Lin Sheng was a little anxious, he had already revealed his intention at the door of Fansen, he couldn't find Xiaoyou, because of the problem of the real estate, he guessed that she would come to find Ji Linchuan, but when he got there, the front desk of the hall said that she had already left, and Mr. Ji and Miss Yin also left.

Lin Shengwu stood on the edge of the bench and had no intention of sitting down.

The bush branches behind the chair stretched, Chen Jiatang picked up a small leaf casually, pinched it in his hand and ravaged it, until the green juice covered his fingers, his eyes were still fixed on a certain place, secretly speculating about Ouyang Yuyu's whereabouts.

Ji Linchuan is going to get engaged tomorrow, and she can't find anyone at this time.

Why?

Where can she go?

In the middle of the ring, Chen Jiatang's eyes raised: "Lin Sheng, are you really willing to accept Xiaoyou and the child in her belly?" He added: "I don't mean now, but in this life, you don't mind that the child has nothing to do with you." ”

The sudden question made Lin Sheng stunned.

Will he be able to accept it?

The answer, of course, is unquestionable.

Lin Sheng said: "I also have a child, Xiaoyou gets along well with her, and in the future, when her child is born, of course I will love him like a biological father." ”

Chen Jiatang nodded: "Then marry her as soon as possible, you can live in another place, maybe it will be better for her." ”

Lin Sheng looked at the boundless dark night and calmly explained to him: "I can't leave for the time being, the troubles at work haven't been solved, if I abandon it and have no sense of responsibility, then what will I become?" Mr. Chen, when everything is ready, I will propose to her, I have been waiting for this day for so many years." ”

Chen Jiatang was a little unhappy and said: "Didn't you come back to pick up the project, just to get closer to Xiaoyou, and now she finally divorced and went to you, you are so indecisive, you will inevitably lose her again! Heh, everything is ready? How much time do you think is left for you?"

Chen Jiatang sighed ridiculously: "Lin Sheng, you have an advantage over Ji Linchuan, because Xiaoyou once liked you, she looks very simple, but it is not easy for her to really like someone, but she has loved you." I know now, you keep missing, it's not because of providence, it's because you don't have the heart that you can't have for her. ”

Lin Sheng was enraged: "I gave up my last marriage, and I came back here for her! Of course I have to be her!"

Chen Jiatang shook his head with a secret smile, and continued to add fuel to the fire, trying to wake up the man: "You can't fight Ji Linchuan, as long as he wants to, there is nothing he can't get, especially Xiaoyou." Don't forget, she is pregnant now, and the child is the link between them, once Ji Linchuan knows about it, you Lin Sheng, no matter how much you love it, it is not as important as the child's biological father. ”

Blood tie is, after all, a chasm that cannot be crossed.

Lin Sheng's eyes gradually became sorrowful.

He has seen Ji Linchuan's arrogance and domineering as her husband, and because of this, he wants her to have a different life, he wants to give her the most ideal marriage, he doesn't want to marry in a hurry and wronged her, he is confident that he will make her happy. But time, is it really as Chen Jiatang said, so imminent?

The mobile phone rang, Lin Sheng answered the phone, heard that there was a new development in the matter, he left in a hurry, Chen Jiatang nodded in response: "Xiaoyou, I'll go find it, you solve your own troubles as soon as possible, and tomorrow at the latest, I will send her back." ”

……

Chen Jiatang sat on the bench, the faint fragrance of flowers, mixed with the familiar smell of perfume, he didn't look back, his voice was neither high nor low, and said: "Next time, you don't need to track, if you want to listen, you can stand up and listen generously." ”

There was a sound in the bushes behind him, and a person came out in a moment, stepped on the stone slab with high heels, and came to him: "Your good sister of your childhood sweetheart, the little you miss in your heart, the person you want to take away with half your life." Why are you pushing her to someone else?"

Why?

Chen Jiatang remembered that Ji Linchuan said that the reason why he spared him was because he was already disabled, and remembered that although he sat in the position of Vice President Chen and had done his best for many years, others thought that he was relying on the relationship of the Ji family to climb to the top, and he suppressed the emotions in his heart, pressed against his throat, and stood up stiffly.

"Yan Tong, I don't want to drag you down, am I willing to hurt her?"

He doesn't deserve anyone anymore, he can only live with darkness in this life.

Yan Tong shook his shoulders slightly, and said sourly: "Chen Jiatang! I really hate to see you contemptuous and self-deprecating! Don't forget, you became like this because of her!"

"But haven't you already gotten her back for me?" Chen Jiatang's distant and disgusted eyes, like the executioner's machete, were held high on the back of Yan Tong's head, she was afraid that he would swing it down and cut off all her hope for life.

Yan Tong said: "If you don't insist on breaking up with me, if you don't hide at the border, if you don't come back, I won't do anything to hurt her." How can you forgive me, even Mr. Ji can not blame me in the past, you must hate me?"

"Yes, thanks to you, let Xiaoyou see him clearly, it's really thanks to you, Tongtong ......" Chen Jiatang was sincerely grateful, he held on to his crutches, looked sideways and whispered: "Don't follow me anymore." ”

Yan Tong looked at his unstrained legs, walking on crutches, leaving her sight little by little, she suddenly realized that Chen Jiatang seemed to have died a long time ago, the day he woke up and saw his amputation, the day he decided to flee to Yunnan, the tall and vigorous Chen Jiatang in the past, went on a road trip with her, and Chen Jiatang, who was standing on the high place of the canyon and smoking, may have died a long time ago.

Now he is a shell after being disrupted and fighting.

He stayed here on an unknown mind.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

……

Next to the courtyard of the Ji family's house, under the acacia trees covering the sky, the car passed by and slowly stopped.

Ouyang's house is a standard modern style, built in a decent manner, not like the courtyard of the Ji family, perennial flowers, lotus pond bridges, bamboo trees, exquisite structure, Ji Fansen once joked that Ouyang Tengyuan is an authentic capitalist, in addition to making money, life is not interesting. Whenever a joke comes here, I will add a sentence at the end, fortunately, this little Ouyang is not like him.

It has not been inhabited for many years, and the front of the door has long been deserted.

Chen Jiatang got out of the car and approached to see the hollow wrought iron door unlocked.

I guessed it, and she came back.

The door to the middle room was wide open, the living room was facing up, and the staircase, which was divided in two, was covered with dust and footprints that had been stepped on, and stretched to the attic, where there was a small room where the relics of her mother, who had died young, and where she always hid and wept.

Chen Jiatang pushed open the door, the air was old, the room was dim, the faded bellflower-colored curtain was opened, the branches of the locust tree reached into the bay window, she sat on the windowsill like a ghost, with her feet one high and one low, looking out of the window quietly.

"Xiao You. He called her softly, and Ouyang Yuyou looked back and smiled, "Brother Jiatang, you have found me again." From the moment he entered the yard, she saw it, through the gap in the leaves, she saw Chen Jiatang looking for it, it was really strange, for so many years, it seemed that he was the only one who had been to the attic with her, Ouyang Yuyu glanced at his hand, and quipped: "Why didn't you bring anything to eat?"

She said a small snack, whenever she cried here when she was a child, he would always bring it, Chen Jiatang pretended to be and said: "I came too quickly, I forgot." Ouyang Yuyou raised her mouth and smiled, "Well, I didn't cry either." ”

Chen Jiatang walked abruptly, the head of the cane hit the wooden floor, making a dull sound: "This place has not been cleaned for a long time, there is a lot of dust, and the air is not good, why did you suddenly come here?"

"I want to come back and see," she said. "It wasn't as hard to walk in as I thought. A gust of wind blew in while talking, Chen Jiatang closed the window and asked her to come down, Ouyang Yuyou obediently returned to the small bed, because she was tired, she lay down sideways, and her lower abdomen already had a feeling of falling sideways.

Time passed minute by minute, and the old house was extraordinarily quiet, as if time was blocked out.

Chen Jiatang sat at the head of the bed, like a god who knew the hearts of the people, and looked at her thoroughly, and said to himself: "Back then, Uncle Ji wanted to open a joint stock mine in Myanmar, and it took him a lot of effort to get in touch with the local military and political dignitaries, and it was Yin Lao who was the one in the middle. How many years have passed, Uncle Ji died, Ji Linchuan has wasted his contacts over the years, and naturally he has broken off interpersonal contact with that side, and now the situation has changed, if he wants to establish relations with the Burmese authorities again and reverse the failure of the mine, he can only rely on the power of the Yin family. ”

"Most of the women he dated in those years had family backgrounds with the Ji family, and it was not unreasonable for Yin Yin to be with him back then, and even as early as that time, Aunt Ji took a fancy to her. ”

"Now that you and him have divorced, Fan Sen has a problem that needs to be solved urgently, so he naturally wants to marry the Yin family as soon as possible, this is the reality. ”

"Xiaoyou, did you hear that?" Chen Jiatang looked over, she seemed to be asleep, in the dusty room, she curled up her legs on her childhood cot, breathing steadily, arms around her chest.

……

She dreamed that she would go back to that year, late spring and early summer, and the warm breeze was warm.

The locust flowers have been separated from the branches, and the color is like an oxidized apple, wilting and yellow, waiting to fall into the mud and care for the roots.

The newly bloomed hibiscus was a delicate pink in the afternoon, and the flowers would be dark red when they closed at night, she squatted down and touched the petals with her fingers, and suddenly remembered that Ji Linchuan had told her two lines of poetry before.

Xiao makeup is like jade, twilight is like xia, and the graceful hibiscus is alone.

He was forced by Uncle Ji when he was a child, and he practiced calligraphy for many years, but he couldn't make it, but he learned a lot of elegant poems, and often dragged two sentences in front of her, sometimes it was easy to come, and sometimes it was to borrow poetry to satirize her in order to turn around.

In the dream, the weather was good that day, taking advantage of the wind, she took out the kite that her father bought for her to play, the technique was poor, she didn't run two laps, the kite hung on the cassia tree at the door and couldn't be torn off, she couldn't climb the tree, so she had to move out of the ladder and go up the branch to get it, but when she went up, the ladder fell to the ground, she took the kite, but stood under the branch and couldn't come, the aunt was not there, no one cared about her, she was so anxious that she sweated.

It just so happened that Ji Linchuan came over, and that day he was wearing a loose black jumper with the classic symbols of Louis Vuitton's house printed on it, and when he turned his head to see her hanging on the tree, he copied his pockets and just looked up and smiled.

As soon as the wind blew, her skirt flew up, and a pair of legs were exposed to his eyes, Ji Linchuan stood under the tree, smiling from ear to ear.

Later, when the wind grew stronger, and she stood on it and staggered, and not only did he not help, but a pair of upturned eyes stared at the bottom of her skirt with great interest, and she was ashamed and annoyed, and angrily broke off a dry branch, and smashed it on his head.

Ji Linchuan stepped on the crooked ladder, crossed his arms and looked, saw enough, smiled, and said seriously: "Xiao You is not the same as the wind, and it soars up to 90,000 miles." ”