"No one ever told me that." He said that the voice was trembling. "She's like her biological mother, enduring humiliation and burden, and making compromises - she's completely like her biological mother!"

Fang Siying's heart contracted for a while, and it was the "biological mother" again! She was afraid to hear those two words.

"You have a good child," she deliberately ignored the topic of "biological mother", and said earnestly, "love her well!" Mr. Kashiwa. Although she doesn't have a mother, she still has a father! ”

"Is she pretty?" Bai Peiwen asked.

"Yes, she looks like you."

"Like me?" Bai Peiwen was stunned for a moment. "I want her to be like her birth mother! Her biological mother is a beauty. "It's my birth mother again! Fang Siying turned her head away. Suddenly, Bai Peiwen took out something from his clothes pocket, handed it to Fang Siying, and said, "Open it!" ”

Fang Si was stunned, she subconsciously reached out and took it, it was a small golden rooster heart, a heart shaped by two roses, very elegantly made. She slowly opened the heart, and there was a small photo embedded in it, she stared at the photo that had already changed color, and she couldn't move anywhere.

This is a group photo, a group photo of a man and a woman, the man in the photo, of course, has no problem with Bai Peiwen, young, beautiful, with bright eyes, full of spirit and vitality, love and happiness. What about women? Long hair hangs down the shoulders, bright eyes and bright teeth, a surprisingly gentle face, eyes full of dream-like intoxication, and the thin little lips have a sweet smile. Fang Siying stared, her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"This is the only photo I still keep, and this is the only one that Hanyan doesn't like to take pictures."

"Smoking?" She muttered those two words.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? That's her name, Zhang Hanyan, and after I married her, I named our house Hanyan Villa. Smoke! Her person resembles her name, elegant, chic, and elegant! ”

"Do you still miss her?" Fang Siying said with some pain.

"Yes, I will miss her for the rest of my life!"

Fang Siying shook for a moment. Closing the chicken heart, she handed it back to Bai Peiwen. She couldn't help it, she looked at the face carefully, Bai Peiwen seemed to be fantasizing about something, his face was vivid and full of emotion.

"Do you believe in ghosts? Miss Fang? He said.

"No," Fang Si was stunned. "I don't think I believe it, at least, I don't believe it, I haven't seen it."

"But, she's here."

"Who's there?" Fang Siying was taken aback.

"Smoke!"

"Where is it?"

"Around me, around me, in the ruins of Smoky Heights! I can feel it, she exists! ”

"Oh, Mr. Kashiwa," Fang Siying's eyes widened. "You scared me!"

"Really?" There was something special about his voice, and his mind didn't know where it was floating. "One night ago, I went to the ruins of Smoky Hills, and I heard her walking, I heard her sighing, and I even heard the small shredding of her clothes."

"Oh, Mr. Kashiwa!"

"I'll tell you, she exists!" Bai Peiwen's tone was firm and his face was warm. Fang Siying was dazzled, confused, and moved by his expression, and she felt speechless.

"She exists!" He continued, trapped in his own contemplations and hallucinations. "Can you believe it? Miss Fang? ”

"Or—" Fang Si said in a huff, "you are thoughtful, and you have the illusion of it." ”

"Delusion!" Bai Peiwen shouted. "I have no delusions! My senses are sharp, a blind man, will have more than mortal sensing powers, I know, she is there for me! ”

Fang Si looked at the warm face in amazement, the face that was burning with intense pain and anticipation. A man, waiting for a ghost, is this possible? She shuddered, trembled deeply. Then, she walked over, stood in front of Bai Peiwen, gently pressed her hand on Bai Peiwen's shoulder, and said sincerely, "God bless you, Mr. Bai." Bless you, Mr. Kashiwa. May you find your happiness one day, Mr. Kashiwa. ”

With tears in her eyes, she hurried away and went to the pavilion to see her try on the clothes.

§ Chapter VIII

It should be about fifteen or sixteen in the lunar calendar, the moon is round and large, the moon is like water, and the entire ruined garden, ruins, iron gates, and broken walls are dyed with a layer of silver white, clothed with a layer of illusory colors, and covered with a layer of fog-like light veil. The broken wall, the ruins, in the moonlight, like a painting, like a dream, like an unreal realm. However, everything is also clear, every tile and brick, every grass and tree, is unreservedly exposed to the moonlight.

Fang Siying quietly walked into this garden full of barren smoke and vines, she knew that she should not come again, but as if an invisible force was attracting her, pushing her, swaying her, making her unable to control herself, she came, she came again, stepping on the moonlight, stepping on the night dew, stepping on the mysterious, night air, she walked into this place full of magic again.

The empty shell of the house stood in the moonlight, and the crooked walls cast dark shadows on the weedy ground, and the vines that pierced through the windows stretched out their branches and beards, like hands longing for rain and dew. The two roses were still blooming in the weeds, their bright colors reflecting the moonlight, like two drops of bright red blood. Fang Siying, wearing a pair of soft-soled shoes, walked over silently, picked a rose, and inserted it into the button hole of her trench coat. She wore a long beige trench coat and beautiful long hair, and she didn't wear glasses, which she didn't need in such a night.

She walked over the concrete path in the garden to the front of the ruins, where there were several stone steps, which were covered with green moss. Two heavy, cypress-wooden, clumsy gates were now crooked and ajar. She walked in, and a dark, damp, cold air greeted her, and she took a deep breath and stepped over the broken bricks and beams on the ground, and the moonlight shone down from the roofless sky, and she saw her own shadow on the ground, covered with those bricks, her long hair brushing lightly, and her clothes fluttering.