Love is not a widow's joy: Jinshui soup soup he says goodbye (10)

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"It's a blessing to be able to love each other, don't give up lightly until you have to!" Lan Xiting lowered his eyes and said earnestly, without waiting for her to speak, he said softly: "It's not too early, go back and rest." I'm not going to send you up......"

Lan Mufei glanced at him deeply and said seriously: "The woman you can love will be the happiest woman in the world." ”

Lan Xiting smiled and motioned for her to hurry up.

"Good night." Lan Mufei got out of the car and went upstairs after speaking.

Lan Xiting's eyes crossed a touch of silence, and her voice lingered in the carriage, "She is indeed very happy, but this happiness has nothing to do with me." ”

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Lan Mufei returned home, turned on the light, and sat on the sofa with a tired delicate body, half-sunk down, looking numb and mechanical.

All that flashed in his mind was the scene of today's meeting, every look in his eyes, every change in his expression, and the indifference when his eyes swept over him.

Putting my finger on the position of my heart, I thought that my heart would no longer hurt for so many days, but it still hurts.

Two people obviously have each other in their hearts, two people are obviously in the same city, but they can't see each other, but they pass by like strangers, is there anything more desolate in this world?

This kind of sadness that can't stay in love, every time I think of it, I feel wronged, or unspeakable grievances.

When she lost her mind, the sudden ringing of the doorbell pulled her out of her low thoughts, and the constant ringing of the doorbell seemed to be urgent, and her heart chuckled for no reason.

The uncontrollable snort, the uncontrollable heartbeat, and a very strong feeling......

Yun Su would not come to him for no reason so late, and Lan Xiting would not suddenly go upstairs recklessly, so there would be only one person left.

There was anticipation in his eyes, and he didn't have time to put on the high heels next to the sofa, so he hurriedly got up and ran to open the door.

The moment the door opened, the expectation on the tip of his eyebrows cooled down in an instant, and he stood in place in a daze.

There was a thick sense of loss in his voice, "What...... Could it be you? ”

========================== young master asked for a ========================= of the dividing line of the recommendation ticket

The car was driving on a flat road, and the driver was Hangzhou Airlines, and it was not only Louis Widow but also Jane Lanstrow who sat behind the car.

Jian Xinqi's eyes kept looking at the scenery bathed in the sunset outside the window, and asked Hang Hang from time to time: "Why haven't you arrived yet?" How long will it take? ”

Hang Hang looked at her through the rearview mirror, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's almost there, there is still half an hour." ”

Jian Dai frowned slightly and complained: "It's so far!" ”

Louis Ying's face was gloomy, and when he heard her complaint, his sword eyebrows narrowed slightly, and his tone was displeased: "I know that I am far away, and I have to come over!" ”

Originally, he was reading the article in the company, but he received a call from Mrs. Hong, the Lanstrlous couple were guests in the castle, Jane was bored, and learned that Luo Ruochen had bought a new winery, and was very curious and wanted to come over to play.

When a girl ran this way, they must not be at ease, and the task of accompanying them naturally fell on Louis Ying's widow.

He didn't think of refusing directly, who knew that Jane would take the phone and threaten him: "If you don't go with me, if I accidentally say something wrong, don't blame me......"

Jane was referring to the incident, which he knew, and reluctantly agreed.

His love was not high along the way, maybe he was really in no mood to mess around with her, a little princess.

Jian Jiao glared at him with disgust, gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up!" This is what you owe me, and you must pay me back! You must know that it was my first kiss, and you can't afford to lose the preciousness of my first kiss! ”

Louis Ying's eyes crossed with rich disdain, let alone the first kiss, he didn't care about the first night of many girls.

Hang Hang, who was driving in the front seat, heard this, his eyes sank silently, and the green tendons of his hands holding the steering wheel loomed, and the next half an hour Jane's question was answered in a voice that lacked interest.

Arriving at the winery at seven o'clock, the sun had completely set, leaving only a burning flush, and the car stopped at the door of the winery.

Jane couldn't wait for Hangzhou Airlines to open the door, opened the door by herself, looked around, and made an exclamatory voice: "Wow...... What a big winery! Luo Ruochen is really willing to pay for his daughter-in-law! ”

Louis Ying got out of the car slowly, carelessly, and saw a grape trellis not far away, and his eyes sank without a trace.

Not long ago, he was walking hand in hand with her on the trail over there, but he didn't expect him to come in a blink of an eye, but the person who was with him this time was no longer her.

Lowered his head and eyes, and his voice was low, "Let's go in." ”

Jane shook her head, looking excited, "You go in first, I'll take advantage of the fact that it's not dark yet, walk around, it's amazing here!" ”

The voice landed, and without waiting for Louis Widow to speak, he turned around and ran away.

Hang Hang's eyes moved with her back, and he turned around and said, "I'll go and look at her." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly chased in the direction of Jane.

Louis Ing's brow furrowed slightly, and his thin lips pursed in an emotionless arc. That's fine, he really isn't in the mood to play with the little princess, with Hang Hang watching, I believe nothing will happen!

While walking inside, he mechanically pulled his tie with his fingers and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, less majestic in the company, and more free and casual.

Luo Ruochen had already called the housekeeper to greet Louis and the widows, and dinner was ready in the room.

Louis Widow waved to the steward, saying that he wanted to be alone without a servant.

The steward respectfully escorted him to the door of the room and stopped.

Louis Widow walked in, did not turn on the light, and took advantage of the dim light outside, and went to the soft couch that was placed beside him and lay down.

It's only half a month, but he feels that it has been dozens of centuries and so tired.

Lying on the soft couch, the unbuttoned button reveals the strong chest, the strong arm is casually resting on the eyes, and the person quietly enjoys this moment of tranquility.

The light outside the window dimmed little by little, and the room gradually melted into the night, shrouded in darkness, and the silence of the space could even hear his breathing.

I don't know how long it has been, when he seems to be asleep, he felt a light jumping into his eyes in the gap, and he was about to scold the servant who came in and turned on the light without knowing anything, and when he put down his arm, he was stunned.

The room is not lit up, but is covered with small colored lights, colorful, flickering, and in the center of the room is placed a small heart-shaped white candle, burning quietly, the candle light is elegant.

* There were red rose petals on the floor, on the table, and even on the couch under him, and when he came in, he didn't even notice the petals on the couch, and his white shirt had been dyed with a faint lip color.

The door of the room was open, and a pure white dress rested on the floor, slightly revealing her round and small feet on the floor, holding a violin in her hand, and the outline of her pink facial features, under the elegant lighting and atmosphere, there was a beauty of fine water.

The eyebrows gradually lifted, his eyes stared at her indifferently, and he was just about to open his mouth to reprimand her why she was here, but Lan Mufei lowered her eyes and did not look at him, but put the violin on her thin shoulder, adjusted her posture, the violin bow was pulled up, and the melodious and smooth music sounded.

Louis Ying's widow reached the lips because her violin sound paused, * the melancholy note is the most classical music "Liang Zhu".

It is also his favorite piece of Chinese classical music.

Lan Mufei didn't look at him, he concentrated on playing the violin, he hadn't touched the violin for more than eight years, and he had never touched the violin in his life, but because of him, he still mustered up the courage to pick up the violin again.

Just because Hang Hang said that he likes to listen to "Liang Zhu" the most, and he never gets tired of listening to it.

She played this piece a long time ago, and the repertoire she pulled for the exam at that time was "Liang Zhu", which was highly praised by the judges, and she was even willing to recommend her to study at the Vienna Conservatory of Music, which is the dream palace pursued by every music student, but at that time, for the sake of Long Lifei, she refused the kindness of the judges and accepted Long Lifei's mention to come to Paris.

She never regretted her decision at the time, let alone when she met Louis Widow; If she had gone to Vienna, she might not have met him.

The notes of desolation* poured out like a stream of water, each note like a small hammer hammer in Louis Widow's heart; This is the first time he has seen her play the violin, and it is also the first time he has heard her play the violin, so attentive, so good-sounding, I don't know how many times more than he used to go to listen to those master musicians play live.

His heart clenched tightly, as if he was about to stop breathing, and his eyes were fixed on her for a moment, for fear of missing any of her small details.

The thin woman in front of him, who had once conceived his child, was panting in his arms and took root in his heart...... Think about the blood in your body boiling with it, and every inch of it is noisy.

Lan Mufei's heart was trembling, and every part of her nervous body stiffened, only two thin pitiful arms flexibly controlled the violin, playing the most desolate music, circling the beam for three days, and the aftermath lingered.

The last note fell, and she gracefully put down the violin in her hand in the corner, and when she looked up at him with black and white pupils, she didn't give him a chance to speak.

Red lips and white teeth floated in front of his eyes, and in his ears was her low voice, without any music, simply singing every intoxicating lyric.

All.we.had.was.just.one.summer

two.lovers.strolling.in.the.park

but.like.they.say (but as they say)

the.world.keeps.turning

as.the.leaves.were.falling

we.should.fall.apart

Louis Widow had heard this song once, and her low voice was not as powerful and controllable as the original song, but it was full of tenderness and bondage, and listening to it in the ears was a different feeling.

Baby.for.all.my.life (baby, the love of my life)

don-t.you.know.that.it-s.true

I-m.living.to.love.you

so. Baby.don-t.think.twice (so please don't hesitate any longer, dear)

if.you.feel.what.I.feel (if you can feel my emotions)

trust.your.heart.and.do.what.Ido(Please believe in your heart and give for each other as I do)

Listening to the phrase "I-m.living.to.love.you", Louis Ying's heart seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible palm, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

He didn't know that her love, unconsciously, was so deep.

His dark blue eyes were faintly wet in the elegant light, and the light gradually moved away from her affectionate pupils, and he couldn't bear to look at her.

His hands were clenched into fists, almost trying his best to control it, suppressing his urge to go over and rub her in his arms and into his own blood and bones.

When.the.final.day.coms

I.know.the.angels.they.will.se.my.smile

and.if.they.wanna.know.the.reason (if they want to know why I'm smiling)

I.will.tell.them.why (then I'll sue her)

Baby.for.all.my.life (baby, the love of my life, yes)

I-m.living.to.love.you

Lan Mufei didn't need to remember the lyrics at all, because every lyric of this song was what she wanted to say to him, and every sentence was her confession to him.

Seeing his lowered eyes, she couldn't help but think of the night of the charity auction ball on June 27, when Hang Hang came to her late at night and told her what she said.

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Hang Hang said: "You once asked me about the smoke and rain, but I didn't tell you at the time, first, I didn't think it was necessary, and second, the smoke and rain are also very important to me; She and the Earl are childhood sweethearts, but it's just a simple friendship, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue, because the two of them are too similar. ”

Xu Yanyu was born in early summer, and it was drizzling that day, so Xu's father named her Yanyu.

When Yanyu was four years old, the family moved to Xixun to settle down, which happened to be next door to Louis Ying's widow's grandmother's house, so the two got acquainted.

Louis Ying is smart, well-behaved and sensible, but Xu Yanyu is a talented girl who is admired by distant relatives and neighbors from all directions, and the two are often compared.

Louis Ying's widow has a lonely temperament, and Xu Yanyu is also a high-spirited little girl, although she is four years younger than him, she is not willing to be compared to him at all. Two people don't take each other seriously, but they appreciate each other at the same time.

The other children ran hand in hand with bluestone slabs, playing with mud together, but the two of them sat at home in neat clothes, and their voices were green and discussing whose poems were better.

In the eyes of many people, the two of them can be described as "childhood sweethearts" and "golden boys and girls", a pair made in heaven. Two exceptionally smart children, who disdain the praise of adults.

One said: If you marry a widow, you would rather shave your head.

Another person quoted a sentence from Shen Fu's "Six Records of Floating Life" and modified it: If you choose a wife for your son, you will not marry a sister, and you will not be a good wife and mother.

The more popular meaning of this is: When I marry a daughter-in-law, I must marry a virtuous and virtuous woman like Shen Fu's wife; Although Yanyu is talented and virtuous, it is not the material for being a wife.

The grandmother was still there, although her spirit was not very good, but when she heard her grandson's words, she couldn't help laughing, knocked on his head, and scolded in a low voice: "People are small and big, and their teeth are not full, so they want to marry a daughter-in-law, and they are ashamed!" ”

Xiaoyingwidow disagreed, and retorted to her grandmother: "A good man starts a family first and then starts a business, and his grandson marries a wife, not the country, not the city, only me." ”

Grandmother didn't scold him anymore, squinted her eyes and smiled, praising him, at a young age, he had his own position and attitude towards people and things, and he was much more productive than his father.

Time flies, time flies, in the blink of an eye, Louis Widow is already thirteen years old, and his grandmother's health is getting worse and worse, although it is said that someone takes care of her, but Madame Hong can no longer tolerate her children to continue to live in China, and she has no feelings for her mother at all.

At that time, the situation of the company was stable and the development was very good, and Madame Red forced Louis Widow to return to France, and it could not be too late for his education.

Especially because Louis Ying is widowed in China, her husband runs to China all the year round, alienating herself, and she is more and more dissatisfied.

After some controversy, Madame Red had Louis Widow forcibly brought back to France.

Louis Widow heard from his father and grandmother that his mother was a very capable mother, and he longed for it and knew that he wanted to return to his mother's side.

But when he really returned to France and saw his mother, he suddenly found that everything was different from what he thought.

The first time he could remember meeting his mother was at the company, where he got off the plane and was taken there; Alone with a black schoolbag, he sat on a rest sofa placed in the corridor, and waited alone for five hours.

Madame Red walked out of the conference room in a cluster, her high heels rubbing against the ground making a crisp sound, and she continued to give orders to those who followed her.

They walked before him, but they did not see him.

"-Mommy." Xiao Yingwei stopped her in fluent French.

Everyone's steps paused, and the others automatically retreated to the sides to become the background, and she turned to see him, her eyebrows moving slightly.

did not ignore his apology, did not have warm concern, and did not have his mother's warm embrace, but turned his head sideways and scolded his secretary: "Why is he still here? Didn't you ask you to arrange for him to go to class? ”

At that moment, the thirteen-year-old boy looked at the empress-like woman in front of him in a daze, she was beautiful and noble, cold and glamorous, she was the most successful strong woman in the eyes of everyone, and she alone would not be his mother.

Back in France, apart from 4 hours of sleep every day, there is only one thing left: studying.

All kinds of learning, language, science, economics, social, manners, wine tasting, aesthetics, tedious and rigorous.

Louis Widow had very little time to see Madame Red, and most of it was the mentor who showed her success stories in the mall and let him learn. But in those cases, he saw a woman who would not give up in order to achieve her goal, who was decisive in killing, and who was cold-blooded and emotionless.

There must be only one reason for every Red Lady's appearance: his studies did not meet her requirements.

For example, he can't master the languages of 12 countries, for example, he can't pass grade 10 on the piano, and for example, when he is studying manners, he accidentally drip soup onto his dress.

Louis Widow is like a machine without self-awareness, he is told to do whatever he is asked to do every day, and he must be 100% perfect, and if there is a trace of imperfection, he will be severely punished.

He lives a very depressed life like this, often misses Xixun, misses his grandmother, and misses the little girl who said in a milky voice, "If you marry a widow, you would rather shave your face".

When he returned to France, he had only one contact with his grandmother, and at Christmas, he did not dare to tell his grandmother about her current life, because her grandmother was not in good health and had eye diseases, and she was afraid that she would worry about her health.

Once, he couldn't stand it, so he stole the teacher's phone, hid in the closet and dialed Xu Yanyu's home.

Yanyu said to him on the phone: "I read a sentence in a book two days ago, 'Destiny should be in your own hands', since you are unhappy living there, why don't you come back?" The inkstone you used, I wiped it for you every day when you practiced calligraphy, and I fed the little turtle you caught in the field every day, but it may not like me, it doesn't eat much, and it has a lot of food. My grandmother sat at the door of her house every day, and every time she heard footsteps, she had to ask if the widow had returned. ”

Yanyu also said: "There is a confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other, but the widow, without your westward search, I want to cry when I am empty." ”

A month later, Louis Widow was just fourteen years old when he secretly fled from France back to China; He spent a whole month planning to escape back to the west.

The fourteen-year-old child, who is timid in his hometown, just wants to return to that warm and picturesque town, guarding his elderly grandmother, raising the wild black he caught, practicing calligraphy with the inkstone used by his grandmother, cooking tea and discussing poetry with the smoke and rain full of talent; But I didn't expect that—

This time, the impulsive willfulness turned out to be a catastrophe.

An irreparable tragedy.

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Master: There are a little more lyrics, but I don't write them, and I lack artistic conception, so I wrote a few hundred more words to send to you, definitely not to card you, believe me!

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