"I don't know, I don't want to know."

Li Simeng in the dream shook her head desperately, crying in her mouth. She was so frightened that she didn't want to listen any longer, she covered her ears with her hands, but the man's voice became clearer.

"His father is Qiao Haisheng!"

With a sudden, Li Simeng opened his eyes and escaped from the dream. She stared vacantly at the ceiling of the hospital room.

"Moe Moe!"

"Sister!"

When the people in the ward saw Li Simeng wake up, they all screamed worriedly.

However, Li Simeng didn't seem to hear it, just looked at the ceiling in a daze.

The father of the man she fell in love with turned out to be the one who killed her mother. My mother must not forgive herself, she actually gave her feelings and body to the son of the person who killed her mother.

The people in the ward didn't know how to persuade them, although they didn't know the specific course of the matter, they had already guessed the reason, that is, Qiao Haisheng killed Li Simeng's mother, and Han Yichen was actually Qiao Haisheng's son.

A few days later, Li Simeng finally spoke, and she said to Zhou Shanghua and Jin Meiyan, who were guarding the bedside: "Take me back to Jiangcheng, I miss my mother." ”

At the gate of the hospital, a man stopped Li Simeng's car, but fortunately, Zhou Shanghua braked in time, otherwise he would have crashed into the air.

Li Simeng glanced at the man, and then turned his head and didn't want to get out of the car.

It's just that the man just doesn't go, no matter how the car behind honks, he doesn't move.

The irritable Li Simeng had no choice but to get out of the car, her eyes were so cold that she came to the man, but her eyes did not fall on him, but on an unknown place in the distance.

"What's the matter with you?"

Li Simeng didn't even have a title, it was just a cold sentence, just like a man's surname, which made people feel cold.

Han Yichen looked at Li Simeng, who didn't look at him, and explained: "I'm ...... with the Qiao family."

"Stop!" Li Simeng rudely interrupted Han Yichen's words: "I'm not interested, and I have nothing to do with you." ”

“1050！” Han Yichen said a number.

The number 1050 was agreed upon by Li Simeng and Han Yichen at the beginning, if there is a quarrel, when this number is said, both parties must calm down and listen to each other's explanations.

"Childish!" Li Simeng looked into the distance with disdain, and didn't even look at Han Yichen from beginning to end: "Can you please get out?" ”

After speaking, Li Simeng didn't care about Han Yichen's reaction at all, and got into the car.

Han Yichen left in despair again, originally planning to stop disturbing her life, but there was always a glimmer of hope in his heart, and Li Simeng did not give him this glimmer of hope.

The years carry the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of many people, flowing quietly.

On this day, Han Yuyao was tidying up her office.

Today she is leaving, she is going to start a studio, she is going to hold an art exhibition, so that anyone who knows her can know who she is looking for.

Her most recent work is called Light.

Once she made a wish to God: she said there would be light, and he came.

For the sake of her dream, she chose to give up Qiao's job.

She didn't know if anyone could read her paintings. However, there was once a person who read it, and now it is no longer there.

It's been a year since Qiao Dong left, and it seems like a long year, so long that she forgets the men who once surrounded her and offered courtesy.

Han Yuyao sighed and continued to pack her things. When she opened the drawer, she saw a blue envelope pressed at the bottom by several notepads.

The letter was handed to her by Qiao Wei a year ago, and she didn't care about it at the time and threw it directly into the drawer. After a year, it reappeared in her eyes.

She picked up the envelope and prepared to throw it in the trash, only to hesitate the moment she threw it out. She is leaving Qiao's today, and it may be impossible to have any intersection with Qiao Dong in the future.

Forget it, let's just say goodbye.

Han Yuyao said to herself, she sat on the familiar office chair, opened the envelope, and took out the letter inside.

She casually glanced at the contents of the letter, and smiled unconsciously: "The words are really ugly." ”

It was only when she fell her gaze to the first sentence of the envelope that she froze.

"Han Yuyao, hello."

It was a very ordinary sentence, but Han Yuyao trembled with excitement. She placed the letter on the table, reached for her bag, and pulled her purse from it.

When she opened her purse, her other hand covered her mouth, and her whole body trembled even more. The fundus of the eyes is also gradually moistened.

She trembled and read: "Han Yuyao, hello." I know you're a very kind girl, and I've liked you, and although it didn't end as I wanted, I don't regret it, hehe. ”

Hey, you're a big-headed ghost, you're still in the mood to laugh when you're writing letters. Han Yuyao couldn't help but curse in her heart when she read this.

"Maybe I'm not good enough to be the person in your heart, but it's okay, meeting you is the most beautiful scene of my life."

"It's hard for me to write a letter, so just watch it."

Whoever wants to do it! Han Yuyao complained dissatisfiedly, can't you say something to me directly.

"I know you've always wanted to hold an art exhibition, and if you're as good as you, your work will be liked by many people. When I return, I hope to hear good news from you. Oh, by the way, I heard that the young ladies are all beautiful in the country I'm going to, so I'll bring one back to see your art exhibition. ”

Han Yuyao knew that Qiao Dong was joking, but there was a sour feeling in her heart.

"I can't be your friend, but I'm a fan of yours. I hope you don't dislike having a fan like me. ”

"This letter is also a farewell to you, and a farewell to my past. Finally, I wish you to find the person you have been looking for and waiting for as soon as possible. ”

"Han Da, you have to come on."

When Han Yuyao saw the word come on, she grabbed her wallet again and put it next to the letter. In an instant, her tears fell.

"Your fan Qiao Dong."

This is Qiao Dong's signature at the end of the envelope.

Han Yuyao read the letter a few more times, wiped away her tears, flipped out her mobile phone in a panic, looked for Qiao Dong's phone number on it, and dialed it without hesitation.

When the voice came from the phone, Han Yuyao was even more flustered, and it was a female voice coming from inside, very cold and formal.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check before dialing."

Han Yuyao, who had no master of the six gods, dialed a few more times, and it was the same cold voice. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, feeling like she had lost the most important thing in her life.

Han Yuyao suddenly thought of Qiao Wei, who had been calling her sister-in-law, so she turned out Qiao Wei's phone again, but she was still very disappointed, and no one answered the phone for a long time.

I called a few times, but still no one answered.

Han Yuyao is going crazy, why can't she find him when she gets close to the truth, that person is no longer there.

Han Yuyao didn't have the heart to pack up the things in the office anymore, she sat there stunned, looking at the letter on the table and the note in her wallet.

The note in the wallet was well kept, with only four words on it: Hello, come on!