Fang Zhihui whispered: "Thirty years ago, the moon should have been a red and yellow damp halo the size of a copper coin. ”

Although Zhao Zicheng grew up abroad since he was a child, he also knows that this is Zhang Ailing's words.

In front of her, she is shrewd and capable, and she seems to be charging forward every day, a typical urban career woman, I didn't expect to read Zhang Ailing.

He has been abroad for many years, and most of the Chinese women he has seen cannot even speak Chinese, and it is rare for her to have the delicacy and elegance of her homeland.

She said: "Shanghai is so polluted that in a few years, I am afraid that I will not even be able to see the moon clearly." ”

Suddenly, he said, "There is a place to see." ”

At the next intersection, Abruptly turned the car around, and didn't say anything more to her, she vaguely guessed a little in her heart.

Sure enough, he drove the car all the way out of Sungai and drove all the way up Yanming Mountain.

There are not many cars on the mountain road, and the two street lamps jump out of the window one after another, like lonely shooting stars.

It took a long time to see the two lampposts opposite, long and straight, the headlights of the cars coming from the opposite side, but when the streamer turned, they were staggered in an instant, and they were quickly thrown behind.

Countless lights and shadows were quickly left behind, and more lights came up to meet them, and the car seemed to pass through the fog, turning a corner, and then turning a corner, and driving up the mountain road.

In fact, there was no fog at all, and there were trees on both sides of the road, and the shadows of the branches and branches were reflected on the front window glass, like thin and brittle ice in winter.

When she was studying in Europe, there would be crystal frost flowers outside the glass window of the dormitory in the morning, which was so beautiful, but it didn't last.

She didn't want to think deeply, so she just let him drive the car forward. When he reached the top of the mountain, he slowly turned off the car and stopped.

She pushed open the door and got out of the car, the night was as cold as water, there was the sound of chirping insects in the grass beside the road, and the wind was like countless tiny hands, rushing through the placket of her clothes and into her arms.

The city below the mountain is a Zhuhai of lights, like overturning the pearl of Wanhu, piling up the depths of crystal clear red dust.

When I looked up, I could see the moon, which seemed to be smaller and farther away because of the vast sea of lights below.

The moonlight was blue-gray, and it shone on the human body like a thin and brittle veil, which rustled at the slightest rubbing.

But the sound is also pleasant, reminiscent of ivory-white taffeta, embellished with Moroccan glass veil, and the long skirt swaying across the grass.

She walked to the steps and sat down, her elbows on her knees, as if a child was seriously thinking about her thoughts, ignoring the fact that the skirt on her body was a famous brand worth tens of thousands of yuan.

He also walked over to her and sat down, not very close.

But it's not far away, like children sitting in rows.

He didn't speak, she didn't speak, and the two of them sat quietly watching the moon.

Remote, small, bright lump of white.

I don't know how many people's lives it has seen, the bright moon does not know how to leave hatred and suffering, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu.

It actually knows it.

But I saw too many joys and sorrows, so it finally became hard and brittle, and the light was also thin, cold, and without a trace of pity.

The wind is strong, and it is a little cool to blow on people.

He felt it too, and took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders for her.

The hand hesitated as it fell, as if trying to hold something, but it eventually retracted.

His coat smelled of his scent, clean shaving water and shower gel.

She tucked her chin into the collar of her coat, the structured collar of her suit made her feel like a hermit crab, the shell was stable and proper, and the magnificent ocean outside was too vast and boundless, but it made people feel timid.

"Zhihui."

He finally called her name, and she turned her face very quickly, and even she wondered if she was actually waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for this sound.

He didn't ask, but she said it herself: "My mother has suffered a lot, and I am only her daughter." But if I had a choice, I would never choose to be her and his daughter again. ”

Her surname is Fang, which is after her mother's surname.

He knew, otherwise he wouldn't have apologized to her.

His voice was very soft, but there was a faint sadness: "No one can choose his parents. ”

Sitting for too long, his tie was a little crooked, a small square pattern of fine pieces, slightly twisted into countless diamonds, and loose Windsor knots, lining a handsome face.

He was handsome, like a statue, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and on such a cool night, he was sweating, adding some real feeling to his people.

His eyes were clear and deep, and his single eyelid was narrow and long, like the deepest trench in the world, and he could never get out of it if he fell into it.

The hard cement roadbed beneath her suddenly melted into a sponge, as if she was sitting on a boat, and the whole world rose and fell as if she were in a motion sickness.

He leaned over, and she was a little frightened, but she didn't dodge, just closed her eyes slightly.

The soft kiss, like the tentacles of a butterfly, was jerky at first, hesitant, tentative, like a blue fuse spark, splitting and burning, burning up, lighting countless black medicine-red cannons along the way, and exploding vigorously.

Countless blue, red, purple, green, and orange arcs of light bloomed brilliantly, and the fireworks burst into the higher and deeper night, wave after wave, blooming into earth-shattering light and heat.

It was as if her mind was exploding, and many, many rays of light and heat rushed in, filling her whole body, and she could barely breathe.

She couldn't breathe at all, her nails digging into his arm.

His arms wrapped around her waist so tightly that she would literally suffocate.

He finally let go of her, and both of them breathed deeply.

His breathing was still rapid and disordered, and through her own coat and his thin shirt, she could still hear his heartbeat, pounding, pounding, fast and urgent, as if it would jump out of her chest at any moment.

He said, "I'm sorry. ”

She was stunned, and these three words were again.

He turned his face away and didn't look at her, but his chest was rising and falling violently, as if he was suppressing something.

Even he knew that if he didn't stop it, if he didn't press it with all his might, the situation would definitely go beyond his control and slide into the terrible abyss of the unknown.

There is a bottomless black hole in the secret place of the world, and Sen coldly spews cold air at him, absorbing everything, and he can't see it falling, so he can only do his best to stop it.

The wind blows on people's bodies and soaks them coldly, as if blowing away the embers of those fireworks, and all prosperity has fallen.

The black, velvety night gently enveloped her, and everything was so diffuse that it was like a dream, and when she woke up there was only silent blackness; It's like a child who is caught in a nightmare, crying and struggling to wake up, but the surroundings are quiet, and even the crying is a dream.

She felt that her body was cold, but she stood up as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the moonlight is beautiful." ”

She gave him his coat back and headed straight to the car.

Her coat has been stained with her scent, and she uses CHANEL's NO.19, a fresh green cold fragrance, and a moss fragrance to remind him of the large spruce primeval forests in North America, the blue mountain lakes, and the deep water, and even the reflections are clean and clear.

He didn't know if the scent had remained on his coat or on his heart.

He sent her downstairs to the apartment, said goodbye to her, and went back to the hotel alone.

Quietly, the mirror-like walls of the hotel elevator illuminated his own figure, and the shadow was faint as if in the moonlight, blurry and hazy.

When he returned to his room, he went out onto the terrace, tore off his tie, and looked up with some irritation.

He lived in the top suite of the hotel, on the twenty-fourth floor, standing at such a high place, as if standing on the top of a mountain, the wind blew his clothes, and her fragrance seemed to be in the air, like a shadow.

The moonlight in this city is dim, and it is almost forgotten that I wonder what the moonlight would have been like thirty years ago.

The eldest sister never told him about the past, and occasionally mentioned it, but only a few words, only limited to the grievances of the Lin Yi family back then.

He suddenly felt tired, and he didn't know why.

When the phone rang, he really didn't bother to listen, but it rang for a long time, as if he didn't give up, he had to walk back to the room to pick it up.

It was the eldest sister who called and asked, "Have you ever drunk?" ”

"Nope."

"How do you get listless?"

"I'm a little tired."

He never said that he was tired, she suddenly felt strange, but only said: "If you are tired, go to bed early, I see that you have not even reversed the jet lag and started working, your body is important." ”

"Big Sister ......"

"Huh?"

The sentence was almost blurted out, but in the end he swallowed it, as if swallowing an olive with a pit, which was sour and astringent, and it was his chest, blocking his breath.

He took a deep breath: "It's nothing, eldest sister, you go to bed early." ”

Xu Chenrui asked him to have dinner again, and he calmly went to the appointment.

Xu Chenrui was very frank: "Mr. Zhao came back this time, presumably not to visit relatives on vacation, Mr. Zhao pays a lot of attention to Minghua, and can even conclude its closing price on the day, his ambition is not small." ”

He also confessed very frankly: "Mr. Xu, Minghua and Xu's friends are friends and enemies, but they have always been evenly matched, doesn't Mr. Xu want to go further?" ”

Xu Chenrui heard what he meant, and only smiled after a long time: "Why should I help you?" ”

He replied lightly: "Mr. Xu, I didn't ask you to help me, I just asked for cooperation." Yi Zhen's holding of Minghua only holds 14.5%, plus Yi Zhenfei's 11%, but 25.5%, although his uncle still has 6% of the shares, but I heard that their uncle and nephew have been at odds for many years, and most of the shares are still scattered in the hands of small shareholders. If I remember correctly, Mr. Xu, you also control about 4% of Minghua shares. ”

Xu Chenrui said with a smile: "Sure enough, the ambition is lofty - yes, the entire Yi family only has no more than 30% of the control of Minghua, but the old guys on the board of directors, except for him, will not trust anyone." ”

"He has a serious heart attack that can happen at any moment, and the directors don't like to be in a precarious situation with their investments at stake."

He spoke calmly and patiently, as methodically as he did in a university experiment, "The age of mythology has passed, and in its place will be profit." ”