Hongming still remembers that on the day of the Qiulan program, he drove past the boundless lotus pond, and his eyes were full of green and soft pink. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. I don't know when, the lotus pond at this time has become a painting of ink painting, even the residual lotus that can hear the rain can not be found, only pieces of withered and withered lotus leaves, remaining on the water surface, in the cold air, motionless.

Three months have passed, and his full expectation has become quiet and gloomy like a lotus pond, from the initial colorful bloom.

Perhaps, that girl was really just a brilliant meteor in his life, which crossed the sky in an instant, and was never to be found again. That's all he had to do with her.

When he was alone, he would silently talk to her: "Where are you?" I don't want to disturb your life, I just want to meet you, and I will be relieved to know how you are. ”

He received a rigorous science education and was never emotional. Only in this one matter, he can't explain himself, he can't explain his inability to let go. He always had a vague feeling that she needed him and that he should find her.

But Yu Jianian couldn't understand his thoughts. At this moment, he found Hongming again and said with a straight face: "Then Mr., as your public manager, I have the responsibility to remind you, because your image is being smeared because of this matter." We are not in the entertainment industry, and these negative reactions are only harmful to our corporate image, and we have to deal with them. It's been long enough, and if that lady had appeared, it would have been long overdue. Now it's time for you to give an account of this. ”

Hiroaki looked at him gloomily.

However, Yu Jianian was fearless, "Then Mr., you should consider making a statement thanking everyone for their concern, and then solemnly announce that this matter is over, and you will no longer check anyone's email." Bottom, you'll be fully engaged in the next project. ”

Hongming was anxious to send him away, "Okay, you go and draft." ”

Yu Jianian proudly took out a piece of paper from the folder, "Then Mr., I have already drafted it, please take a look." ”

I knew he would be like this! Hongming took it with annoyance and looked at it again. That is Yu Jianian's consistent style, rigid and soft, and not leaking.

Yu Jianian pressed step by step, "Then Mr., if you see no problem, I will send it out tomorrow." ”

Is that really the end of it? If so, he won't have another chance to find her in the future.

"I'll think about it again," Mr. Hiroaki said.

Yu Jianian was displeased and was about to argue, when Hongming's phone rang like a life. He grabbed the earpiece, "Yuxiu? ”

Hearing Lu Yuxiu's name, Yu Jianian retreated in a daze. Everyone knows that Miss Lu is Hongming's confidante, and he can't compete with Lu Yuxiu for Hongming's time.

Lu Yuxiu's happy laughter came from the earpiece, "That's all! It's time to get off work, and I'll treat you to dinner! ”

A smile appeared on Hongming's face, "The new book has been published?" ”

Yuxiu said proudly: "Of course! I'll give you a copy later! ”

Yuxiu is Hongming's younger sister in college. She was a young Hongming for two years and studied liberal arts. They used to have a little vague affection, but they couldn't say it clearly, and they couldn't always have a more intimate development, both of them felt awkward, and felt that it was more comfortable to be good friends and buddies.

may be under the surface of literary and lively literature, Yuxiu is actually a calm and rational woman. When two rational people are together, it is difficult for sparks to burst out.

After Hongming's graduation, the two had much less contact. Hongming only heard that acquaintances said that Yuxiu fell in love with the teacher when she was a student, and fell in love with the student after becoming a teacher, and she thought about it and lived a vigorous life.

A few years ago, Yuxiu resigned from school and began to write books for a living. With more free time, she came to see Hongming a few times, and the two still sympathized with each other and were very speculative. Yuxiu simply stayed here for a short time. When I was tired of writing books, I chatted with Hongming.

At this moment, she sat opposite Hongming and solemnly handed over her new book to Hongming, "I signed it." ”

Hongming flipped it twice casually and handed it back to her, "Yuxiu, you know I won't watch it." ”

Yuxiu choked him, "Who told you to watch it?" I will tell you to buy as a gift, at least a hundred copies. ”

Hongming protested: "This can't be sent, it's too damaging to my image." I don't understand, how did you write these ups and downs by such a martial artist? ”

In fact, Yuxiu was fresh and charming, she smiled: "Layman! It's useless to tell you. But after this book, I'm going to change my style, and tell you, I'm now studying the history of the Northern and Southern Dynasties," she looked excited and gushed, "Hongming, I used to be most afraid of this history, it was so messy, and there were few historical materials I could see." Now I can find everything on the Internet, so I want to make up for it, and this time I was simply fascinated. Those hundreds of years are so amazing and incredible, just grab someone and write about it, it's all the subject matter of the Oscars, far more than the Oscars! Geniuses, heroes, madmen, beautiful men, peerless beauties, blowouts, and all mavericks," she sighed, "It's too magnificent, I don't know how many times more exciting than the Three Kingdoms." ”

Hongming asked, "Then why don't you write?" ”

Yuxiu sighed, "I don't dare to write, it's too bloody and brutal." The lack of historical material in the past may also be the reason for this. But then she nodded, as if to promise herself, "I'll write it later." At that time, men and women were too unique to write and not look at death. Then she shifted her words, "What about you?" What do you think? Is there a brocade book in the clouds? ”

Hongming shook his head, "The stone sinks into the sea." ”

Yuxiu enlightened him, "People come and go, and they are all arranged by fate." You tried your best, and you don't have to regret not finding it. ”

Seeing Hongming's disappointed expression, she suggested: "It's better for the two of us to get married," and attached preferential conditions, "Don't worry, I won't force you to sign a prenuptial agreement, if we unfortunately divorce, I'm not afraid that you will share my property." ”

Hongming laughed when she went crazy.

Yu Xiucai didn't care, "Really, in fact, I want a child more now, if you don't marry me, then we just need a child." Honestly, Hongming, you're the only man I've seen in all these years who looks like a man. ”

Hongming scolded her, "What kind of bank are you thinking of me?" ”

Yuxiu replied, "Am I not worthy to be the mother of your child?" ”

Hongming waved his hand impatiently, "Ridiculous! Say something else. ”

After the meal, he sent Yuxiu home. Before getting out of the car, Yuxiu said again: "You have to think about my proposal, it's not a small one." ”

Hongming closed the car door and stepped on the accelerator to get rid of her verbosity.

On the way home, he sighed and thought, if he really married Yuxiu, what would life be like? In fact, Yuxiu is quite an outstanding woman, with outstanding appearance and talent, she is just like those people she envies, unique and maverick.

No, no, it's not Yuxiu! There was a voice in his heart that spoke. The woman who was as gentle as the wind and drizzle, the shy smile that melted his heart. "Where are you?" He asked in a low voice.

His phone rang, and an email came in. He picked up his mobile phone and glanced at it, and the sender was "Jian Xiaomin".

He was at a loss, who?

Suddenly, his heart trembled, and a flash of lightning flashed and brought him back to that summer afternoon nineteen years ago, when he got out of the car, looked at her at the door, and stammered, "My name is that Hongming, Honghong, Mingming." What about you? She only said, "My last name is Jane." "The door closed, and she was gone, never again. What's the last name? He had never met anyone with the surname 'Jane' before, he only remembered that there seemed to be a writer named "Jian Bozan", so in his heart, she had always been surnamed "Jian".

His fingers clicking on the email suddenly became so clumsy. The email opened, and there were only a few short words, "Hello sir! That afternoon I went to buy medicine for my father. I remember meeting a boy in the car and telling me that his name was 'Na Hongming', and I never knew if you and he were alone, it turned out to be really you. I am fine. My father has been dead for a long time. Thank you for remembering me and I wish you all the best. Jian Xiaomin"

His heart had never skipped so erratically, and he was suddenly so happy that he wanted to cry out loud and laugh.

Unable to drive anymore, he hurriedly stopped on the side of the road and wrote her back. "Xiaomin, I'm so glad to hear from you. Where are you? Shall we meet? Anytime, anywhere. Of course, the sooner the better. Hongming"

The letter was sent, and he sat in the car, waiting for her to reply. His watch ticked, she should have seen his letter, why didn't she answer?

It was a century before she replied: "I'm as ordinary as all the ordinary women you see every day, and I don't need to see them." ”

"How is that possible?!" Hongming said loudly to his phone. He quickly wrote: "Xiaomin, I have been looking for you for nineteen years, please be sure to agree." ”

This time her reply came a little quicker.

She agreed to meet.