I walked towards the Red House Hall under the guidance of the staff. Actually, you really have to face the times. Instead, my mood gradually calmed down. Maybe I've been mentally prepared for bad enough.

Step by step. I'm finally in the Hall of the Red Mansion. The staff gestured to me and said, "Sir, this is the Red House Hall."

I nodded. But he straightened his clothes again. Took a deep breath. Only then did the staff signal that they could knock on the door.

The staff knocked on the door. A calm and deep voice came from inside: "Please come in."

There is no doubt that this voice is Angel's father's. I used to hear his voice. It also comes to mind. The scene of many people waiting around him.

The staff opens the door. I gradually saw the layout inside. My mouth opened in shock. As the field of vision gets wider and wider. All you see are empty seats. In the end, I finally saw a middle-aged man with a serious expression in the direction facing south.

He wears business casual attire. Can't tell the real age. Eyes and slightly raised corners of the mouth representing confidence. But it's similar to Angel. Then it must be An Qi's father, An Zhongzheng, without a doubt.

It's just that there is no one else in the whole banquet hall. Even Angel.

......

I walked slowly in front of him. I just wanted to speak. But he opened his mouth before me: "Mr. Zhang. No need to introduce yourself. I've seen you in magazines."

Crawling in the business world. Pay attention to the art of speaking. A seemingly ordinary sentence. But there is already a hidden mystery. He called me Mr. Zhang. Then undoubtedly do not recognize my other identity. Including the identity of Angel's boyfriend...... The distance was pulled apart in an instant.

"Uncle Ann. It's a gift for you. Please take it." My words are unconsciously a little restrained. But he remained calm and put the gift on the table.

He didn't glance at the gifts on the table. But he said to the waiter next to him, "Help me throw it in the trash."

The waiter looked at the two of us a little bewildered.

His voice was full of threat: "Didn't you hear me?"

The waiter finally nodded. Pick up the gift box from the table and walk outside. I'm still calm. There are no words. I'll just have one principle. No matter what he does to me. I bear it.

I just stood. He never motioned for me to sit down. So there was a brief silence between us. Air conditioner whirring with hot air. But it can't dispel the cold atmosphere.

......

He finally spoke again: "Do you know why I agreed to meet you today?"

I shook my head.

"I want to see how shameless people can be...... If I were you. I'm sure I didn't have any face to come to this appointment."

"I want to marry her."

"Marry her. Where do you have the confidence to say that to me?"

I still said, "I really want to marry her....."

He was thoroughly enraged by me. Then there was a heavy slap on the table: "What qualifications do you have to marry my daughter An Zhongzheng."

Guilt wells up in my heart. but not afraid; Still whispered, "Uncle An. I really love Angel. I know I was once wrong. Please give me a chance......"

I didn't finish my sentence. A teacup flew towards my face impartially. I can dodge it. But he didn't hide. The teacup was hitting my forehead. Hot tea mixed with blood. It ran down my neck and into the placket of my clothes.

Still calmly, I pulled a tissue from the table. Wipe off the tea leaves stuck to your face. There is no sorrow or pain in the heart. That's what I deserve. Compared to Angel's previous injuries, these are nothing.

"Uncle Ann. Please let Angel marry me."

His complexion finally changed. But he was still cold: "Don't ask me for this. I won't agree..... Who should Angel marry. I already have a candidate in mind. You're dead to this heart."

My heart finally felt a suffocating pain. It was as if Angel was about to disappear from my life completely.

"This time I will respect my dad's decision. If he doesn't agree. That's all we have to do for that." Text in Angel's text message. It was like a dagger with a sharp handle. Deeply inserted into my heart. It was as if I was going to die in the pain of suffocation.

.......

I'm the only one left in the huge hall of the Red Mansion. Angel's father has already brushed his sleeves away. And the dishes are filling the table one after another. It's like a great irony.

"Sir, your forehead is still bleeding. Let's go and bandage it." The waiter who served the dish kindly reminded me.

I nodded. Asked, "Where did you throw the tea just now?"

"Sir. I didn't throw it. Leave it at the front desk. You go get it."

I didn't say anything more. Walk towards the hotel's front desk.

Even the best professionalism of the top hotel waiters. I was amazed to see what I looked like at this time. This influx of amazement is exactly what makes me extremely embarrassed at this time.

With one last of my calm, I said to the waiter at the front desk, "Give me the tea."

The waiter hurriedly took out the tea box from the cabinet and handed it to me.

I didn't even have time to say thank you. Turn around and leave.

.......

I'm carrying tea leaves in my hand. Dumped the car at the State Guest House. Walk out of the hospital.

I didn't go to the hospital to have my wound dressed. Sat down on a wooden bench across the street from the nearby stadium. I can't take care of my embarrassment. The heart hurts to death. I forgot to smoke even a cigarette.

I lowered my head and cried bitterly: "I love you..... I love you so much...... Don't leave me..... We said yes. To live together...... Let me cook for you. Pounding the back..... Listen to your mind..... Don't be so cruel..... Such cruelty shattered my hopes...... Angel, I love you..... I love you."

I looked up. Finally in agony runny nose. Self-deprecating laughter. Laughing: "At the beginning. That's how much I hurt you...... Damn it..... I'm damn ......"

......

"What am I going to do if you die." A soft voice sounded behind me.

I was stunned. It seems more like an illusion. More like a dream. In this strange city. Strange streets. Who would say such a thing to me...... She won't. I really experienced the pain she experienced. Even if she kills me. It's not too much.

Extreme self-doubt. A warm body. With a unique scent. Stuck to me. But my hand was cold over the wound on my forehead. This coldness made me gradually sober up. I gradually realized that this was not a hallucination or a dream.

......

The midday sun is so dazzling. I closed my eyes again. Hold her hand tightly. Her body was tighter to mine.

The wind seems to have stopped. The surroundings seemed to be quiet. Feel her temperature. I'm immersed in my own world. Even if it's a dream. It's an illusion. I'm going to engrave this moment into my heart forever.

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The third more. It's almost over. And so many people with me. All I can thank is to write more within my ability. Thank you all for following. Support for so long.

Some readers are too poisonous. I'm going to break up with my girlfriend. It's a must.