Love is not a widow: love returns to the lonely city, silent reincarnation

Two years later, the West Quest.

Spring comes early, and the green buds of willow sprout in March, gently brushing the surface of the lake, and the ripples are blurred in circles.

The market is lively, people come and go, each store is full of goods, and the people who see it are dazzled; The bargaining between sellers and buyers is endless.

The sun shrouded this small city of mountains and rivers, and the warmth of the land was unprovoked.

A man in a dark blue coat stood in front of a store and looked outside, the bustle of people coming and going reflected in his eyes, and he habitually took out his cigarette case and smoked one.

The smoke blurred the cold outline, and the tall body was lonely and cold, as if it couldn't melt into the excitement.

The owner handed him the invoice and promised to deliver the goods tomorrow.

He took the cigarette butt in his mouth, put the invoice in his wallet, put it in the pocket in his arms, and said goodbye to the shopkeeper.

Walking into the crowd, the mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and he saw that it was the company calling, and while listening to the call, he wanted to squeeze out of the crowd and find a quiet place to talk.

Finally walked to the mouth of an alley where no one was around, and listened to the people over there, there seemed to be something wrong with a certain construction site, and he needed to go over.

Secretly pondered for a moment, let them stabilize the situation, and wait for him to return to Beijing.

Just as he was about to cut off the phone, suddenly a sound floated from the crowd, making his whole body freeze.

If the time, there is only one day left; I will also be brave for love;

Love one more day, love again; Hug tightly, this world.

Suddenly looking back at the whole street, the figures flowed, and the deep eyes looked for the haunting face in the unfamiliar faces, but it was not.

The familiar melody continued to melodious in the lively crowd.

If the heartbeat is heard; You can understand me, a declaration of love

Please let me be by your side; In you, in you, in your world

Love-Forever。

The tall and long shadow was on the crowded path, unable to walk an inch, looking anxious, and his eyes were constantly searching around......

The faint voice in his ears seemed to disappear, as if it were just a hallucination of his.

Pushed to the side of the road by the crowd, he looked at the floating figure in front of him, his thin lips hooked up into a self-deprecating and bitter smile.

Could it be her?

Or just a delusion of your own.

He was just about to turn back when he accidentally bumped into something, and when he reacted, he quickly grabbed the child who was almost knocked down by himself.

"Are you alright?"

It looks like a boy of seven or eight years old, wearing a black cotton coat, a hat and sunglasses, dark pants, and handsome boots, looking cool.

The sunglasses covered his eyes but revealed Bai Xi's skin, the thin lips under the erect bridge of his nose were pursed lightly, and his voice was quiet, "It's okay." ”

Louis Widow looked around, as if no one was paying attention to the child, "You're alone?" What about your parents? ”

He tilted his head to look at Louis Widow, his sunglasses reflecting the light of the sun, "I don't like to talk to people with my head up. ”

Louis was stunned, he didn't expect such a young child to be such a stinky fart, and he didn't look like a child at all.

He pinched his armpits with both hands, gently lifted the boy out of the crowd, went to a slightly empty place, squatted down, looked at the boy, and said softly: "Are you separated from your parents?" Need my help? ”

"No, you don't!" The boy decisively rejected his kindness, paused, and said, "I live here, and I know every shopkeeper here!" ”

Louis Widow was amused by his addition, "Uncle doesn't abduct children." ”

"I know."

"Huh?" Louis Widow's expression crossed with doubt.

The boy pushed his fingers down on the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and asked, "You also live around here?" Why haven't I seen you? ”

"I don't come to the market very often." Louis Ying replied patiently, and when he saw this child, he couldn't help but think of Jian Yao, this child, like Jian Yao, was a small ghost.

"And where do you live?" The boy asked inquiringly.

Louis Widow did not know why the boy was so stubborn to know where he lived, and after a moment of silence, he pointed to the end of the street: "Walk along this street for twenty minutes, and there is a white house where I live. ”

The boy turned around and wanted to look at the end of the street, but there were too many people, and he was not tall enough, so he could only see countless backs, and he was silent for a long time without speaking.

Louis Widow smiled, "What, you want to kidnap your uncle?" ”

He turned his head and said in a low voice, "It turns out that the beautiful big house is your ......"

Louis Widow frowned slightly, and he didn't know why he thought this child was weird, as if he knew himself.

"What's your name?"

"Sijun, Si Si, Si Jun, Jun of a gentleman." After Sijun's simple answer, he asked, "Will you invite me to visit your beautiful big house?" ”

Louis Ying is a child's heart, so he didn't think much about it, and nodded: "Yes...... But I'll have to wait, I'm going somewhere else for a few days tomorrow. ”

"How long?"

Louis Widow had an understanding of the child's intelligence and decisiveness, so he would not be surprised by anything he said.

"A week or so."

He was silent for a long time and nodded, "I'll visit your house in a week." ”

Louis smiled: "Yes, but remember to tell your parents, if they don't feel comfortable accompanying you." ”

Sijun nodded, and at the end, he asked again: "Your family...... Is there anyone else? ”

"I'm the only one here, the others are abroad or far away." Louis Yingwei couldn't help but reach out and stroke his cheek, "Your logic is very clear, your brain is so smart, and your parents are policemen?" Can I take off your sunglasses? ”

From the very beginning, the child was wearing sunglasses, making it difficult to see his full face.

"Can't!" Sijun's warm little hand took his big palm.

"Why?"

"I don't want to." When he said this, Sijun's tone was cool.

“……”

The smile on the corner of Louis Young's mouth grew thicker, and he suddenly wondered what kind of parents this child was like, who could teach a child to be so stinky and arrogant.

But-

It seems to be very similar to when I was a child.

It's fun!

"A week later, I'm going to visit your big house. Good bye. After Sijun finished speaking, he waved at him and signaled that he could go.

"Goodbye." Louis Widow got up and put his hands in his pockets, "Hopefully you'll come in a week without sunglasses and let me see what you look like." ”

When the words landed, he walked past Sijun's side into the crowd, and his back faded away.

Sijun stood in place, looking at his back.

"Sijun." A shallow voice sounded, and Qianying walked up to him, her finger falling on his hat, "You're running around again, what are you looking at?" ”

Her eyes followed Sijun's past, all of them were people's backs, nothing special.

Sijun came back to his senses, looked up at her, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Mom, let's go home." ”

Lan Mufei nodded, squatted down before leaving, took off his sunglasses, and a pair of royal blue pupils reflected the sunshine incomparably, "It's not summer yet, what sunglasses should you wear?" ”

Sijun looked calm, took back his sunglasses and put them back on, and only said one word: "Cool." ”

Lan Mufei couldn't help laughing, Sijun was very cute and loved to laugh when he was young, I don't know why the more he grew up, the more he seemed to be like his father, arrogant and stinky fart, he knew how to pretend to be cool at a young age.

"Okay, handsome little cool brother, let's go home." Her hand reached out to Sijun.

Sijun glanced at her, then at her palm, and finally put his hand in her palm, Lan Mufei held his hand, protected him by his side, and squeezed through the surging crowd.

Take a leisurely stroll in the direction of home.

One left, one right, farther and farther.

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Louis Ying's widow returned to Beijing to deal with the company's affairs, but the situation was more severe than he expected, and 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 constantly busy, looking for leaders of various departments, socializing, and trying to dredge up, so that things would not get bigger, and the more strict zhòng could not be controlled.

The matter took more than ten days to deal with, and during this time, he also met with Lan Xiting.

In the past two years, he has developed in China, and the company has a large early stage, and Lan Xiting intends to let him expand the scale of the company, but he does not have such great ambitions.

For him, it is enough for the company to function normally and make money every year to support himself and the company's employees.

If he cares about money, why should he leave everything to Jane!

Lan Xiting knew that he didn't have that heart now, although he had companies in Beijing and Shanghai, he had never purchased any real estate, and every time he came and went, he stayed in a hotel.

"Why don't you go to her?" This question was asked by Lan Xiting once two years ago, and this is the second time.

For the first time, Louis was silent and did not answer.

This time too, there was silence.

Lan Xiting: "Looks like you're still not going to answer my question!" ”

Louis Widow sighed deeply, the light in his eyes was complex and faint, and his voice came out slowly, "It's not that I don't want to answer, but I don't know how to answer." ”

In the past two years, he has not moved the idea of going to her, but he has never dared to take action.

In my heart, I knew that finding her was nothing more than three results.

First: she is still single, she doesn't mind that he is married, has a child with another woman, and they start over.

The second type: she is still single, but she can't accept that he has been married and has a child, and they have their own regrets.

The third type: she is married and has a peaceful life with each other, and his appearance is superfluous and disturbs them.

But either way, he had worries and uneasiness in his heart. As I get older, I seem to become less and less confident, and I don't have the impulsiveness and bravery of my youth.

There are many don't dare, there are countless uncertainties, and if you find her, you can really start over.

Seven years is the best time for a woman, I feel sorry for her, I don't want her to take such a good time to wait for herself, but I selfishly hope that she still remembers herself.

Not sure, maybe his love is still there.

Once it is confirmed, he is afraid that his love will really be gone.

Lan Xiting was stunned for a few seconds, vaguely understanding his thoughts, they were all people who had passed a thousand sails.

When I was young, I spent most of my time clinging to it, but now whether it is material or spiritual, there is something that I can't let go.

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Louis Widow returned from Peking and arrived in the evening, when he got out of the car and followed him with his suitcase.

Walking to the door, he entered the code to open the door, and when he pushed the door open and wanted to enter, the light under his eyes caught a piece of paper on the ground, and his steps stopped.

Zhou Duan stood behind him, watching him bend down and pick up the paper on the ground.

Louis Widow picked up the paper and read softly: "Words are not faithful, not gentlemen, but turtles." ”

After the words, he also drew a comic version of the turtle, and the name was written underneath: Sijun.

Louis Widow frowned, thought for a long time, and finally remembered what he had promised a little boy before leaving, and couldn't help but smile.

The company's affairs made him dizzy, and he forgot about it, it seemed that Sijun was very angry, and he deliberately drew a turtle to scold him.

Zhou Jin's curious eyes stared at the earl, he had not seen the earl smile so easily for a long time, and he was even more curious about the paper in his hand.

Louis Ying Widow originally planned to hand the paper to Zhou Duan, but hesitated for two seconds to see if there was a child named Sijun living nearby, "Tomorrow you go to the town to inquire if there is a child named Sijun living nearby!" ”

"Yes......" Seeing that he didn't want to hand the paper to himself, and he didn't want to come over, he helped him send his luggage back to the room, and left without anything.

Louis Widow ripped off his tie, turned and walked to the semi-open kitchen, where he placed the paper on the white Athenian marble.

If you are thirsty, boil water to drink......

Jane seemed to have heard about his company's affairs, and specially called to ask how it was handled.

While waiting for the water to boil, he replied simply, and Jane heard that there was nothing serious, so she gave the phone to Jian Yao.

Every year on Jian Yao's birthday and Christmas, Louis Ying Widow will fly over to spend it with him no matter how busy he is, Jian Yao couldn't accept him getting married to his mother at first, and then slowly had to accept it.

Although he felt that the divorce of his parents was a very annoying thing, and his father was very angry when he left the house, he was still very dependent on Louis Widow as a father, and he had to call him three or four times a week.

Occasionally, he complained that Yu Yang was too strict with his training, occasionally protested that his mother was too strict with him, and Uncle Hang was eyeing his mother.

When Louis Widow heard the words "eyeing the tiger", he couldn't help but laugh and correct him, the idiom is not used like this.

Jian Yao didn't care, anyway, he just felt that the people around him were not good, and asked him to go back to France, otherwise he could go to China by himself!

Louis Widow knew in his heart that the boy hoped that he could remarry Jane, so he complained about this and that, trying to attract his attention and concern.

I don't want to go back to France, and I don't want Jian Yao to leave Jane, he is very satisfied with his current life and is used to it.

Jian Yao knew that he couldn't shake his father's decision, so he was angry and didn't call him for a long time.

In fact, when Jane called Louis Ying's widow, Jane Yao almost wanted to stick it to Jane's body......

In fact, he really wanted to hear his father's voice.

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In the evening, Sijun came home from school, lying on the window to look at the sunset outside, trying to look in one direction.

Lan Mufei brought him a glass of water, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, he always felt that something was wrong with Sijun recently, as if he had something on his mind.

Sijun drank the water cup and returned the cup to her, "Mom, go out for a walk with me." ”

Lan Mufei put the cup on his desk, his eyes flashing with doubt, "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.

The house seems to have been built two years ago, in the style of foreign architectural styles, not far from the town, twenty minutes walk; I've seen it occasionally, but no one seems to know who the owner of the house is.

It's just that many people speculate that the owner of the house must be very rich, because there was no road to that place, and there was still some distance from the road, and it was very empty and wild at the beginning.

Two years ago, someone suddenly built an asphalt road, and cherry blossom trees were planted all around, and the trees have grown a lot in the past two years, and although they have not yet bloomed, they are full of foliage in the spring, and they are extremely beautiful to look at.

When the house was built and who lived in it, Lan Mufei didn't know at all, she didn't go there much, and her curiosity was not so heavy, she just didn't understand why Sijun was so interested in that house.

Sijun nodded, grabbed her hand, and said in a pleading tone, "Mom, you can go with me." ”

Lan Mufei didn't want to disappoint her son, so she nodded and agreed, "Come back before dark, and make sure that it won't affect your homework." ”

Sijun made an "OK" gesture!

Lan Mufei took off his coat, Xixun was still very cold at night this season, and asked Sijun to take a coat.

Sijun not only took a coat, but also wore sunglasses.

Lan Mufei doesn't care about him, her son wants to pretend to be cool, what can she do.

Mother and son held hands and walked together towards the most beautiful scenery in town.

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The light of the setting sun envelops this peaceful and tranquil town, and the cherry blossom trees are lined up on both sides of the road, and the leaves rustle when the wind blows.

Louis Widow wore black slacks, a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

Originally, the front yard of the house was empty, and he spent an afternoon installing the fence for the carpenter to create carved patterns, and personally planted mandarin duck vines under the white fence.

After less than two years, the mandarin duck vines grow up and cling to the fence, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated every flowering season; It feels more at home that way.

Louis Widow stood across the room, looking around carefully to see what was missing

It seems that there is only one mailbox left at the door.

Louis Widow used a shovel to dig a deep pit at the entrance and bury the bottom of the beyond's mailbox holder.

The mailbox was made of special materials, waterproof and not rusty, but there was no way to choose the color, so he had to buy his own paint and apply it himself.

He stood by the mailbox with a bucket of paint, expertly applying odorless paint, and occasionally a few drops of paint would disobey and drip on the ground or run down.

The mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, he put down the paint brush, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, saw Zhou Duan's name, and answered the call......

Zhou Duan on the phone didn't know what to say, and the paint bucket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

White paint splattered, and his whole body stiffened

The paint kept flowing out, staining the dirt under his feet milky white, and the wind blew in his ears, and the rustling of leaves rubbed against each other to form the most beautiful music.

He subconsciously turned around, and his breathing froze instantly.

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Lian Mo said: I look forward to the women who abuse me...... Quickly collect "Love is as deep as melting, president, you have to be good!" My father said that he has a lot of collections, and he will serialize it in advance. I really don't want to wait from a young *wait until I am old*...... Tse is not handsome!