Yang Weiguo was disturbed by the Lu family's family affairs, and after finally welcoming Bai Weiwei back to recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors, everything has been settled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He felt like he was being played by fate.

If Lu Zhenhua hadn't divorced at the beginning, Bai Weiwei would have grown up in Lu's family.

If he takes a fancy to it, Bai Weiwei will marry him nine times out of ten.

Who knows......

A few years later, when they met again, she was already someone else's wife.

Yang Weiguo has always wanted to fight for a chance.

Although he is no longer young, men always want to grab the tail of youth, and he always has an unwillingness in his heart to realize the wish of his youth.

The ending is...... Suddenly.

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Walking through the long street of Xinhua Bookstore, he stared at the bright red and beautiful figure in the window, and I don't know when, from memory, such a color only belongs to a woman.

It's like army green belongs only to the military.

Leng Twilight came out of the bookstore with a book in her arms, wearing the popular wide-shouldered suit with a folded collar and a belt derived from the back of her waist, chic and casual.

Yang Weiguo exhaled, and the strong smell of wine was accompanied by a slight anger.

The woman didn't notice it at all.

Until......

"Ouch!"

Cold Twilight Rain accidentally bumps into a person.

She raised her eyes and saw that it was Yang Weiguo.

"Is that you?"

The woman's voice was full of surprise.

"It's me. ”

Yang Weiguo put his hand in his pocket, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

He's in a position to be reckoned.

Leng Duyu's heart fluttered, and he walked home nervously.

The house they rented was very quiet, and although this long street was full of shops, it was always able to open up a pure land through the thick forest of plane trees and camphor trees.

She used to love it until ......

"Whoa!"

Cold Twilight heard the sound of a light bulb filament exploding.

She knew it was silent, but in her ears, it was a loud sound.

"What did I tell you when you moved in?"

The man stared at her drunkenly.

Leng Duyu looked dazed: "It's been too long, I've forgotten." ”

Yang Weiguo sneered, he pinched her chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his kind face suddenly became hideous: "Forgot? Okay, your school teacher didn't teach it well, I'll help you review it again." ”

She had already graduated, but she stayed on to become a teaching assistant in the history department.

"Leng Duyu, you'd better figure out what your identity is, since you're married to me, you can do whatever I tell you to do, don't have nothing to do, play these tricks, I tolerate you, it's compassion, if you dare to argue with me, I'll let you taste the bitterness!"

The man's voice was so cold that it turned into ice, and the woman trembled all over, and even the [Dream of Red Mansions] in her hand fell to the ground.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Leng Duyu's eyes were red, but he could no longer arouse the pity in the man's heart.

"The student movement of M City University, the organizer is in charge of the behind-the-scenes operator, do you want me to help you sort it out again, from Luojia Mountain to the compound of the Hankou Military Region, your revolutionary line!"

Her...... Revolutionary line!

Yang Weiguo was disappointed: "I thought you were a literati with backbone and a bottom line, Leng Duyu! You really embarrassed your old man!"

This kind of work can be done!

Leng Duyu bit her lip, tears fell, she forcibly held back her crying, and said in a low voice: "You said that you missed one thing, Lu Shaojuan's big-character poster was also forged by me imitating her handwriting." ”

"Bastard!"

With a snap, the man slapped her delicate face.

Leng Duyu was beaten to the ground, covering her face, hot pain, and her eyes were full of resentment.

"If you ...... If you don't keep her letter so well, how can I have a chance to find her handwriting to imitate the forgery, you are also responsible. ”

She had a lot of crooked reasoning, Yang Weiguo didn't want to hear it at all, he pointed to the door: "You give me out!"

Leng Duyu looked at the dark gate and the staircase aisle that could not be seen at a glance, gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, took a difficult step by step, stood at the door, and before taking the last step, she secretly glanced back at the man behind her, he actually turned his back to her, and did not even give a look.

"Goodbye!"

Two words came out of the woman's mouth.

The sound of tuk-tok heels sounded in the staircase.

Yang Weiguo rubbed his eyebrows, walked into the inner room and lay down on the bed, and a cool fragrance of chrysanthemums came to his nose.

His mind slowly became chaotic, rubbing his aching temples, and he got up to retrieve the letter from the page in the study next door.

Back then, he stole the letter sent by Bai Weiwei to Gao Fengyi from the duty room, handed it to Lu Shaodong, and forged another letter to Gao Fengyi by himself.

This original letter was kept by him privately.

Under the table lamp, the woman's handwriting was familiar to him, and he traced it with his fingers, drawing stroke by stroke, still using the fake to be true.

Many times, when habits become natural, you can't quit.

Yang Weiguo felt that he had known Bai Weiwei for too long, so long that he was numb in the depths of his bone marrow.

I don't know how long it was, but he fell asleep under the lamp and never woke up all night.

The window of the study was not closed, and the night breeze came in, and I accidentally caught a cold.

In the early morning, Yang Weiguo sneezed a few times, and suddenly felt old.

He had already decided to leave M City after he recovered from his illness, hoping that the organization would transfer him back to Shanghai.

The city gave him so many memories and feelings that he didn't want to go on.

The ink treasure of the cold twilight rain is in the fifth grid, which is also sandwiched in the pages, one by one, the handwriting is strong and powerful, it is Yang Weiguo's handwriting.

But he didn't write these sour poems, it was this dead girl who imitated him.

When the man was recuperating at home, he was bored and turned it out.

He put the [Dream of Red Mansions] on the floor of the hall in the book compartment, and suddenly felt surprised again, and looked sideways to see that there were already more than a dozen [Dream of Red Mansions] at the top of the bookshelf.

What to do when you buy twice?

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Yang Weiguo curiously took down the top book and took a look, the fragment of the Yan Zhai, the full text was not annotated, and he couldn't understand it at all.

He put it back in a daze, and said in his heart, the generation gap between him and Leng Duyu is really not a little bit.

He has lived with her for two or three years, and it is not a day or two to tolerate her.

"Don't cherish it!"

The man muttered in pieces.

I opened the book [Dream of Red Mansions] casually, which was in the vernacular and was accompanied by several illustrations, "Make do." ”

He commented, and suddenly, his hand froze.

A string in his head suddenly connected, and he reacted instantly.

It's his birthday!

So this book, is it for him?

Yang Weiguo's heart was empty for a moment, and then he threw the book onto the shelf, "You won't even pick a gift, stupid!"

He never liked to read.

In the evening, he stayed until twelve o'clock.

There is not a shadow of a person.

It doesn't matter if Leng Duyu doesn't come back, Lu Shaodong's bastard didn't come to the door!

Yang Weiguo, who is middle-aged, feels that he has been abandoned!