69. Sad people are at the end of the world
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This time, without Wu Qingyuan's special car transfer, I couldn't find the location of the river-view room, so I turned on my mobile phone and searched carefully on it before I started to set off.
It is worthy of the location of the Bund, and the transportation is very convenient, with both subway and bus options available.
It's getting late, and it's much more deserted on the subway.
On the bench, there were a few passengers, and I walked over with my head down, and sat down against the door.
As soon as I sat down, I leaned against the armrest and narrowed my eyes.
"But Miss Xinxin?" I was startled when I heard an unfamiliar voice shouting the title, and if it weren't for the sturdy seat, it would have almost been overturned by my violent movements.
Generally people who know me know that my name is Qiao Xin, and there must be only one kind of person who can call me Xinxin, and add the word Miss at the endβthat is, guests who have been to the harem and have been accompanied by me for a drink.
How could I not be surprised at the thought of this possibility.
"It's me, don't be afraid. I was so shocked that I lowered my head and didn't know how to respond, when I saw a pair of big heavy hands reach out in front of me and grab me who was shaking.
This voice is familiar to me.
I couldn't help but look up along those big hands.
"Mr. Wan. I cried out in surprise and delight.
What surprised me was that I didn't think that a big man like Mr. Wan, who would make many people shake when he stomped his feet in Shanghai, actually came to take the subway at such a late hour.
Thankfully, he was the one who recognized me, not the other guests.
I don't know why, but I had such an idea.
However, in front of Mr. Wan, I will always put my mind at ease inexplicably, for no reason, but my heart seems to be telling myself that he will not hurt me.
God knows, Mr. Wan and I have only only met twice.
Mr. Wan saw that I kept looking at him, not only was he not angry, but he suddenly smiled, and his smile was gentle and elegant.
The smile was so warm, I couldn't help but feel my heart fluttering, and quickly lowered my head, so as not to be seen by Mr. Wan that I was inappropriate, I asked a question in order to change the topic: "It's not easy to meet Mr. Wan on the subway, I don't know how Mr. Wan would think of taking the subway?"
Mr. Wan was still smiling: "This matter is a long story. β
I thought that Mr. Wan didn't want to say this, so I wanted to change the topic again, so as not to get along awkwardly.
Mr. Wan has already begun to speak.
It turned out that the reason why Mr. Wan chose to take the subway was all because of a woman.
Mr. Wan's family is not as rich as Wu Qingyuan's rich second generation, he is a real self-made boss who relies on himself, when he just started his business, he was short of funds, he was followed by a woman, in order to save money, the two of them often in order to save money, travel in, rely on public transportation such as buses and subways.
Later, the most tense period of entrepreneurship passed, and the career was slowly in the rising stage, until now, it has become bigger, but ......" Mr. Wan's words came to an abrupt end.
My heart moved, the woman who used to work hard with the man, later, the man had money, where did the woman go?
"When people are gone, I have developed a habit of taking the subway every once in a while, and I can completely calm down and think quietly about life on the subway. β
"I see. I bowed my head, thinking that Mr. Wan had achieved fame, so I abandoned that woman, it turned out that the woman was blessed, and they were together when they worked hard, but they failed to enjoy the fruits of victory at the last moment.
Hearing Mr. Wan mention this woman's death, I couldn't help but think of the lovely person who just said goodbye today.
The mood suddenly fell down.
"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Wan was attentive and soon discovered that something was wrong with my emotions.
I raised my eyes, and with an impulse in my heart, I blurted out: "Is that woman your wife?" After asking, I immediately regretted it, because I suddenly remembered what Wu Qingyuan once told me, about Mr. Wan's wife, it was a taboo in front of him.
I was flustered, for fear of seeing that warm face become hideous, so I tilted my head slightly and looked at him secretly from the corner of my eye.
After a long time, after a long roar of iron, Mr. Wan nodded, his face did not change, but his smile was put away, and he did not speak again.
Seeing Mr. Wan like this, I immediately lost my interest in chatting, looked down at the shadow on the glass at the door, and thought that I used to sit on the subway side by side with lovely people like this.
It's a pity that it didn't take long for things to be different.
When I got off the subway, I hesitated, but I heard that Mr. Wan had already patted me on the shoulder and took the initiative to invite: "There is a bar in front, I used to want to go there and sit there after getting off the subway station, so it's better to be together." β
Seeing Mr. Wan's face that was gradually warming, I nodded.
Thinking of me who had just poked him in the wound on the subway, for a moment, I really couldn't find a reason to refuse him.
Besides, such a warm-hearted, mature and considerate Wan always gave me the illusion of seeking comfort.
It just so happened that in the face of the lovely departure, I still couldn't let go.
"Maybe it's a really good idea to drink. I followed behind Mr. Wan and said coldly.
Mr. Wan shook his head, wanting to say something, but he didn't say it.
This bar seems to be different from other people's homes, its decoration is extraordinarily careful, the green vines at the door are entangled, as if some lovers in love are mixed together, you have me, I have you.
"This bar has been open for many years, and I once ......" Mr. Wan turned to look at me, and saw that my eyes were fixed on the door, and he couldn't help but explain.
"We used to come occasionally. β
I guessed that according to Mr. Wan, he could take the subway in order to miss a woman, so what is impossible for her to enter this small but chic bar.
"Mr. Wan's words made me suddenly have a way to remember my friends. "I pinched the green vines that were all over the hallway, and suddenly I missed the lovely people.
Mr. Wan turned around, and under the dim light, his eyes were extremely serious.
"You're in for a sad moment. His tone was an affirmative.
"There was a good sister who said that she wanted to go down together, and she insisted on it and left suddenly. "I tried to keep my tone calm and calm, but I couldn't, as soon as I arrived, I would remember her when she was dying and the black-and-white photograph on the tombstone.
Mr. Wan was stunned, nodded, suddenly raised his hand, and touched my cheek, I was startled, and wanted to turn my head, but found that his hand fell directly on my shoulder, where a leaf was falling on it, and the emerald green color was still green and vibrant in the dim light.
"I invite you to drink. After Mr. Wan finished speaking, he raised his feet and entered the hall.
Although the scale is not large, there are many customers who come to consume.
We arrived late and there was nothing left to choose from, only a location in the corner.
"Just sit here. Mr. Wan motioned for me to sit down, and then immediately a waiter came up to greet us: "Mr. Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you still two purple iris cocktails?"
Mr. Wan nodded. Seeing that the two of them worked together so well, I looked around and suddenly realized a problem.
It turned out that the table in this angle was not left, but was specially left by the bar owner to the man in front of me.
A strange thought rolled through my heart inexplicably, and I couldn't stop feeling sorry for the woman who died early.
"Mr. Wan is really well-intentioned. "The music in the bar was too noisy, the atmosphere was warm and thick, and after a few glasses of wine, my mood fluctuated, and I gradually lost some of the difference.
"Why did Miss Xinxin say this?" Mr. Wan took a sip of wine, staring at me with a pair of bright eyes.
I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Can you please not call me Miss Xinxin." "Hearing this title reminds me of the harem, of the lovely person, of the fierce and domineering man.
At this time, I wanted to take a break and forget about them for a while.
"Qiao Xin, my name is Qiao Xin, and I wasn't born to be a young lady. I shook my head, and my drunkenness began to dim.
"Joxin. Mr. Wan followed my heart and shouted, the sound was like an old wine that had been stored for many years, warm and mellow, which made people feel the spring breeze when they heard it.
"As I said, when you don't want to be a young lady, you can come to me, this sentence will always be useful to you. Mr. Wan squinted his eyes and solemnly promised.
I blinked and nodded earnestly.
A few more glasses of wine.
"Everyone in my life will leave, and at the beginning, I was even more unacceptable than you. Somehow, Mr. Wan suddenly talked about how he felt at the time.
I looked at him with wide eyes, a little stunned.
Mr. Wan raised his hand and waved in front of me: "It's not that I am willing to say it in front of everyone. β
My heart suddenly beat vigorously, and if I understood correctly, did Wan mean that I was not included in all of those people.
"You're right, you're special. Mr. Wan had a smile on his face, and his tone was a little ethereal.
Because of this sentence, I, who was already a little drunk, was inexplicably even more drunk, and then, I only saw the flickering light, and then I fell unconscious.
The feeling of a hangover has long been familiar to me, but when I woke up, I found myself lying in a strange room, unfamiliar decoration, low-key and restrained.
Mr. Wan in front of the bed was holding a glass of water, and when he saw that I opened my eyes, he handed it to me.
The water was ice, and it pierced my nerves for a while.
"Is this your home?" my voice was hoarse and deep.
Mr. Wan smiled, raised his eyebrows, and nodded.