The swaying curtain blocked the last ray of light, the swaying wine glasses on the bar poured out dark red liquid, and the pungent smell of wine in the air made Ji Rongke frown, and there was a trace of silver thread on her lips, she licked it, looking in a trance.

Ji Rongke looked at her, and another face suddenly overlapped in front of her, she had also cried like this, without making a sound, but the tears flowed so much, she looked at him obsessively, she said, "Ji Rongke, I can't wait." ”

She said it many times, every time she broke down and cried, every time she hid in the corner and refused to let him approach, she was howling this sentence, but she was still there after she wiped away her tears, she was reluctant to go, he thought so, he thought she would always be there, at most crying, he could coax, coax, she was still her.

Ji Rongke sometimes wondered if he was worth it, he didn't give her anything, but she finally left him in a way that loved him.

She is the most scheming woman, she used this refusal and cruel way to make him never forget in his life, she is not good, she makes him even worse.

He Yichi asked him, there are so many women in this world, he lives in the pile of women, likes women from good families, daughters and celebrities abound, the elders of those huge families are all looking at their daughters and granddaughters to send them to him, and they all want to cling to Ji's family, they all know that Ji Rongke is immeasurable over time, he likes women in the dust, there are many social places in South China, it is Jinyuan is the thousands of flower fields, which one can't carry a few famous brands, why does Ji Rongke like Feng Jin, who has nothing.

She is beautiful, but beauty is not enough to suffocate, she is smart, but she is not as smart as her family background, she is gentle, but she is stubborn and makes people want to kill her, what is she good about.

When He Yichi asked him, he was sitting in the back of the car, looking at a document on his lap, Ji Rongke heard him ask himself like this, he was suddenly stunned, stunned in front of his eyes suddenly appeared in front of him that heavy rain late night, she ran out of the alley crying, faintly heard the voice of a man calling for her, she panicked, a face was extremely white, she almost lost her life, and saw the cruelty and bloodiness of the underground organization in South China for the first time.

She was not impressed by him, if it wasn't for him saving her from Wu Sanye, she wouldn't know who Ji Rongke was, he was indeed famous in those years, she had also heard of it, but it was difficult for unfamiliar people to match the person in front of him with the number on the rivers and lakes, he was the head of the five masters in South China, and even ranked in front of Wu Sanye, many people on the road called uncle, or Mr. Ji, uncle is not only Ji Rongke's rank and nickname, but also the honorific title of many flower field ladies to guests, she can't tell clearly, she loves Jiang Huan with all her heart, Earn her money as a dealer, don't listen to what's going on outside the window, don't care who he is, it's not hers in short.

But Ji Rongke had seen her a long time ago, and he had no intention of glancing at her, so he remembered it deeply.

Ji Rongke likes to listen to book reviews, in the most turbulent years of South China during the Republic of China, built an old alley, next to Longgang Street, about 20 minutes on foot, called Estimation Alley, walk in from the alley, it is like going to the Ten Mile Field, he retains all the style of the Republic of China period, rickshaw pawn shop pull samples, the old cinema of the theater bookstore, Ji Rongke's favorite to visit Estimation Alley, he only has this hobby, he comes to walk around for a long time when he is free, walks the birds to listen to books, and looks at the antique shop.

In the summer of that year, there were two rainstorms in southern China, and the streets were full of standing water, and the people were empty for several days. Ji Rongke didn't take He Yichi with him, he came out of the bookstore and walked along the moat to the mouth of the alley, he heard a particularly high-pitched voice from a man behind him, shouting, "Master, please give way, please go up!" ”

He didn't want to pay attention to it, and continued to walk step by step, but there was a faint and delicate laugh hidden under the man's high-pitched shouting, he subconsciously looked back, a rickshaw shuttled from the end of the alley, a young and bright girl sat in the car, was amused by the rickshaw driver's accent to cover her lips and smile, she covered half of her face, her long hair fluttered between her clear eyebrows, she seemed to see him, and seemed to have not noticed it at all, she smiled too beautifully, like a ten-mile long causeway peach red willow green, the wind and the waning moon Mo flowers bloom.

What kind of glimpse is that, he can't describe it, he just thinks that this situation and this scene deserve to be really good, this wind is not dry, this rain has just stopped, this sun is not sunburning, this fragrance is not strong, everything is just right, the shade is appropriate, the girl's voice is crisp and pleasant, soft and beautiful, the slender green fingertips point to the cylinder lantern, the dragonfly swings like water, the tail of the lantern is almost broken by the axle, she exclaimed, hurriedly raised it high, the little face is white and white, Ji Rongke is clearly not a hooligan, But his eyes couldn't help but peek into the black tulle in the cheongsam under her armpits, covering the slightly convex place.

Black, black is pretty, but it looks a little small.

He tapped the handle of the fan as he silently muttered something in his heart.

The rickshaw passed by, swaying in the wind on the crowded path, his eyes still lingering on the girl's face.

A locust flower was hooked on the earrings hanging from her earlobes, and the flower slipped down in the bumps, floating in front of Ji Rongke's eyes, so white that he was in a trance.

Seeing that the petals were about to fall to the ground and roll down among the dirt, it was a pity for this beautiful city, he suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand behind his back, and twisted the folding fan, and the petals fell silently on the fan surface, trembling slightly, exuding a thin fragrance.

He smiled without saying a word, staring at the rickshaw in the distance, the girl's laughter was drowned out by the wind, her thin lips opened and closed, and asked the coachman to teach her to speak Shandong, she couldn't learn it, so she smiled shyly, and the red lantern in her hand was as gorgeous as fire, lining her with a blue cheongsam so fresh and refined.

That was the first time Ji Rongke saw Feng Jin, she didn't remember, she still doesn't remember to this day, she still thought he was a deflated person dangling by the river with a fan.

Ji Rongke suddenly laughed, she was only in her early twenties at that time, it was more than a year before he met her from Wu Sanye for the second time in the casino, twenty-one or twelve years old, bright and affectionate, gentle as water.

It's like the silver light that flickers in the river, more beautiful than the moon.

He remembered this girl, but he didn't look for it, although the territory in South China was big, it was not difficult for him to find someone, Ji Rongke himself didn't know why he didn't look for it, he might not be able to guess what his heartbeat was for the first time he saw her, maybe he didn't know what the ghost sent to open the fan to catch the acacia flower falling from her ear, she smiled and lowered her eyes to look at the lantern, he remembered it deeply.

Bai Jasmine had already drunk half a bottle of red wine in Ji Rongke's distraction, she showed a little drunk, she kept calling his name, the slightly drunk state in her eyes was like Yang Yuhuan who had drunk too much, her soft body was lying in Ji Rongke's arms, and the breath she spit out was a little mellow.

Ji Rongke remembered that when she was young, she liked to watch the song of long hatred the most, she didn't know a few words, pestered him to tell stories, and when she heard Tang Xuanzong visit Yang Yuhuan who became an immortal on the mountain, she cried like something.

She likes to look at pictures, and the pictures are true, she often points to Yang Yuhuan lying on the soft couch after drinking rice wine, and asks him with a smile, "Like me?" ”

Ji Rongke took a look and found that it was really very similar, the painter seemed to be depicting the appearance of white jasmine, she stretched out a slender finger and poked it on Ji Rongke's cheekbones, "Do you want to be Tang Xuanzong?" ”

He didn't pay attention to it, when she was talking nonsense.

Rice wine is so sweet that it can be drunk.

Bai Jasmine's fingertips hooked Ji Rongke's hand, helped him and let him hold his face, and the place where his palm passed was tear stains, making his hot skin wet.

She asked him tremblingly, "How have you been doing in the past few years?" ”

Ji Rongke didn't know how to say it, he didn't know if he was doing well, he said yes, he hadn't laughed for a long time, if he couldn't say it, wasn't he still alive and well, Feng Jin left her years to him, how could he have the right not to let himself live seriously.

In the end, he only vaguely said, "It's still the same." ”

Bai Jasmine shook her head, her tears were shaking, splashing out, and fell on Ji Rongke's eyelids, and he blinked.

"But I'm not having a good time."

After she finished speaking, she looked at him, her eyes burning, "Since I left you, I haven't had a good time." I have been with Uncle Nine absentmindedly for so long, and I know more and more the value of two people falling in love, and feelings are the rarest thing in the world. ”

Ji Rongke lowered his eyes and was silent, he looked at the spilled wine on the table, "It's good to repent, it's still too late." ”

"Is it too late?" A smile suddenly appeared on Bai Jasmine's face, "I knew it was still too late, and I knew you were reluctant." ”

Ji Rongke squinted, he used his fingers to grind the round drop, "There is still a long way to go, don't miss a good man." ”

The smile on Bai Jasmine's face froze suddenly, and she realized that he didn't have time to refer to herself, and her tears poured out at this moment, "You dislike me, you dislike me for being ruined by Uncle Jiu, and I don't deserve you." I'll take a bath, Rong Ke, I'll wash off a layer of skin, let you see it with your own eyes, don't worry so much about me, forgive me once, okay. I don't want anything for marriage, I don't care. ”

Ji Rongke frowned, he didn't know how to explain, and finally he shook his head, "She wasn't perfect with me, and love shouldn't ask so many causes and consequences." ”

Love.

White Jasmine's madness came suddenly, her eyes were stunned, and he talked about love.

She burst out laughing, almost unstoppable, "Love is a good thing." People can get drunk without drinking, I thought that in this life, no one can get your love except me. ”

After she said this, she suddenly got up in despair, and the violent movement knocked down the soft chair behind her, and she resolutely pounced in the sharp sound, as if she had not stood firm, and as if she had been planning for a long time, Ji Rongke didn't have time to distinguish, she only instinctively wanted to hold her, and she was still wearing high heels.

However, his hand accidentally brushed her chest as she shook and trembled, and as she poured down, his warm palm clasped directly onto the undulating and soft peak of white jasmine.

His mind exploded like layers of thick fog, blurring his world.

Reason asked him to stop, but her whole body was in her arms, his arm was suppressed, he couldn't move, he could only squeeze out a little, but in this process, Bai Jasmine noticed it, she looked at him, there was tenderness in her eyes, and he had to be moved.

He heard her say, "After so many years, aren't you tired of guarding this absurd and stubborn love?" ”

Ji Rongke has not touched a woman for a long time, almost eight and a half years, and those who know him know that he has a wife, a very delicate and young wife who is nearly twenty years old, not very beautiful, but well-behaved and gentle, slender and petite. Such a woman can arouse a man's desire the most, and it is far more agile and seductive than having an empty pair of beautiful skins.

No one believes it, and no one thinks of it.

The marriage lasted for eight years.

A man is a cat that steals fish, a dog that is hungry for meat, how can there be a reason not to sniff when his wife is lying around, don't say tens of millions of outsiders, He Yichi never thought that He Run would still be perfect on the day of divorce.

He is also a man, he will not think of Ji Rongke, who is also a man, as great as he is, it is a good story thousands of years ago, and he has long been lost in the river of complex human desires.

But Ji Rongke really didn't, he knew that he wouldn't live his life with He Run, he was bad, bad, bad to the bones, but he did his best to give her dignity, give her decency, and give her an innocent body to find a real good relationship after leaving him.

That's all he can do.

He did his best.

They shared the bed countless times, he listened to her whispered sobs, he felt her body clinging to her, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists without making the slightest movement, until finally even she was tired and gave up.

He is also a man, and he can't stand the warm fragrant nephrite, so he throws himself into his arms. But he knew that he couldn't bear Feng Jin, and he couldn't harm He Run.

Even if He Run doesn't say leave, he will still have to bear her sooner or later, this disappointment is doomed, from the first second he was entangled with Feng Jin, he knew that the women who appeared again from then on were a circle of impossible bubbles, a pinch of incomparably cheap dust.

At most, he waited until the day Feng Jin was released from prison, and he must let He Run hand over the identity of Mrs. Ji, even if she collapsed and refused again, even if she accused her of being cut off from life to death and having no place to bury, Ji Rongke would not compromise and be soft-hearted, the big deal was that the curse was fulfilled, and all the retribution came towards him in all the difficulties. He owed Feng Jin so many years, he couldn't convince himself, he really couldn't do anything to wronged her in the slightest, it was worse than killing him.

He is not the age of a wolf, even in his early twenties, when he is most impulsive, he is not very addicted to this, he is not very fond of these, impulses and desires are dispensable, he can't take care of it, when a person is even walking on thin ice, how can he still have the leisure to think about those ups and downs, but it is just a support, but a cover-up.

But this doesn't mean that Ji Rongke has no thoughts, he is forty-eight years old, but he still has a strong heart in the relationship between men and women, and he has imprisoned himself for most of his life, if it weren't for Feng Jin's absence, he didn't want to endure it at all, he had to toss her to death, to make up for his depression and self-control for so many years.

He instinctively wanted to avoid White Jasmine, she knew him best, and he couldn't hide it in front of her.

She saw it better than the world, she knew that he would never touch He Run, even if it was rumored that she was pregnant, Bai Jasmine didn't believe that it was Ji Rongke's child, and no one persuaded her to believe it.

Ji Rongke, a stubborn person, her eyes are clear, he would rather be on fire than vent on any woman, his devotion to love is just like Feng Jin's persistence in going to the soup for him.

If he wasn't like her, how could he be worthy of her, they were stubborn and exactly the same.