The word "fortunately" always made Zhao Zicheng feel a little strange.

He is never distracted at work, but Fang Zhihui is like a ray of light, always shining in quietly.

By the time he came to his senses, she had already walked away to look at the computer.

She was wearing an apricot-colored suit, still in a decent style, and the pendant of the single diamond diamond on her ear suddenly flashed under the light, like a tear, which had not yet fallen, and had been broken.

He hesitated for a long time, but still said to her: "Miss Fang, are you free this weekend?" ”

Fang Zhihui raised her eyebrows to look at him, her eyes were like gems, black and white, and the reflection was visible.

He explained to her: "It's a cocktail party at the General Chamber of Commerce, and I want to ask you for a favor because I have to bring a companion." ”

She thought that no matter how stupid she was, she should know how to reject him.

As a result, she went to do her hair, picked out evening clothes, and accompanied him to the feast.

He drove himself to pick her up.

The evening dress was a black satin gown, long and draggy, simple to cut, and countless rhinestones scattered under the waistline, like countless tiny scales, which sparkled and shimmered on foot.

She wore her long hair in a pile and a little diamond crown, like a princess, the princess of the sea.

She smiled at him, and that smile could not hide a bleak silence, as if she knew that at dawn she would turn into a rose bubble.

He heard his own heartbeat and thump in his chest, causing a dull pain in his chest.

He had never felt the presence of a person so strongly, she was beside him, in the space of the carriage, just a stone's throw away.

Here she is.

He could hear every breath.

Every inch of her is distinct, deeply seared in, unable to pull out, unable to struggle, but never touched.

Outside the car window, the lights are on, and the city is bustling with traffic.

The neon lights gradually light up, and all kinds of signboards in the night sky begin to flash.

He drove through the city's most prosperous pulse.

I just hope that this road will never end, and I can go on forever with her; I hope that this road will come to an end at once, and that it will be possible to end everything there, and end this dangerous solitude with her.

The reception was held in the open-air clubhouse, and the scene was grand and gorgeous.

Because it is the annual dinner of the General Chamber of Commerce, countless businessmen and giants will attend, and the number of reporters is almost more than the number of guests.

He brought her in, and the two stood hand in hand, no matter who looked at it, they were also golden boys and girls, a pair of beautiful people.

It's just that he has been abroad for many years, and he is low-key, and he is a new face in this circle, so he has the opportunity to look on coldly.

What caused a small sensation was the presence of real estate upstart Sun Yonghao and his wife.

Mrs. Sun wears a brilliant diamond necklace, although the necklace is all broken diamonds, but each one is more than 30 points, more than 100 diamonds are clear and shiny, as if inadvertently swept the brilliant Milky Way in the neck.

Some people have long recognized it as Cartier's new design this year.

Presented in London just last month, there is no second diamond necklace of the same kind in the world.

The reporters immediately went all out to murder Film.

Sun Yonghao deliberately took a step back to facilitate the reporter to take pictures.

It was the time when the spring breeze was full of faces, and suddenly I saw someone coming at the entrance, it was Yi Zhen, the president of Minghua, who had been hindered everywhere for a long time.

Sun Yonghao didn't expect to see Yi Zhen. I saw that he was in good spirits, and he didn't look sick at all.

His female companion has a calm demeanor and a quiet temperament, wearing a simple black dress, except for a Tiffany diamond pin on her chest, there is no superfluous decoration on her body.

Sun Yonghao couldn't help laughing and said: "Miss Bai is getting more and more beautiful, but why is Mr. Yi so inconsiderate, on such a grand occasion today, he actually let Miss Bai walk in with her bare neck." ”

Yi Zhen just smiled slightly and didn't answer.

A reporter had already looked up at him and shouted in surprise and joy: "Mr. Yi is here." ”

Immediately caused a commotion among reporters, and they swarmed up in chaos, surrounding him and his girlfriend.

This was the first time he appeared in public after being discharged from the hospital, only listening to the sound of clicking the shutter, countless magnesium lights flickering one after another, so bright that he could hardly even open his eyes, and immediately left the jeweled Mrs. Sun aside.

Zhao Zicheng and Fang Zhihui stood in the distance, looking into the depths of the glittering light, Fang Zhihui held the champagne, and finally couldn't help but ask softly: "Is it miserable to be in prison?" ”

He laughed, and so did she.

The two of them finally got along.

On this night of fragrant sideburns, the champagne is mellow, the night breeze is intoxicating, and all the irrelevant people are blurred under the occasion of drunkenness.

Only the person in front of him could see it clearly, and he was almost relaxed.

As the music played, he put down his glass and saluted her very gentlemanly, and she was slightly stunned before putting her hand in his hand.

Very slow, slow dance music, it is an old English song "WhereHaveAllTheFlowersGone", the singer sings over and over again on stage: "Wherehavealltheflowersgone? longtimeago..."So melancholy theflowersgone? longtimeago...”

Such a melancholy sentence is like a year of water, where do the flowers fall......

The night is a rose that blooms to its fullest, and there is always a little bit of decline in its bloom: "Whenwilltheyeverlearn?" Whenwillthey“Whenwilltheyeverlearn？ Whenwilltheyeverlearn？ ”

DID YOU KNOW...... DID YOU KNOW...... Asked over and over again, over and over again, so melancholy, so confused......

And who knows?

The air was filled with the scent of night and flowers, and they discerned the beat of the music in the noisy conversation, and danced slowly and attentively.

There weren't many people dancing, only seven or eight pairs, and people gathered in twos and threes, all talking lightly.

The dance floor is next to the fountain, and the fountain pool is filled with countless lights, as if it dissolves into countless tiny moons.

Silver serpentine shadows twisted on top, and the gurgling waterfall flowing from the top of the bronze statue was blown away by the night wind and scattered fine droplets on her bare arms, which was cool and refreshing.

His hand gripped her waist tightly, and his voice was like a drop of water, ethereal and distant: "Whenwilltheyeverlearn? Whenwilltheyeverlearn...”

Who knows, and who knows, in such a night, those distant, unknown futures, those silent pasts, who can know......

There was no moonlight that night, and the sky over the lawn was intertwined with starry lights, and the night sky was dark and silent, as if it were an eternal distant background.

The melody was slow and beautiful, it was an ordinary evening, there would be no miracles, she had drunk too much champagne, but her mind was clear, and now there would be no more city, willing to complete a legend in the posture of collapse.

The singer is still singing infinitely melancholy: Where do the flowers fall, like water flowing for years, where do the flowers fall, this and the years go by...... DID YOU KNOW...... DID YOU KNOW......

Standing in the middle of this bustling city, the subtle singing in my ears asks over and over again: Do you know...... DID YOU KNOW......

There was also a hint of trance in his expression, and he rarely showed such a look.

She followed his gaze and saw several people who were either rich or noble.

Yi Zhen rarely spoke, occasionally thoughtfully taking a glass of champagne for the female companion beside him, and then turned around, still casually listening to the chatter of others.

He was smiling, and the smile was impeccable, but he knew it was just out of politeness.

Has he ever had a chance to really laugh in this life?

Zhao Zicheng looked at his smile a little numbly.

He was very naughty when he was a child, and his eldest sister was busy with work and had no money to hire a nanny, so she locked him alone in the house.

He has a toy car by himself and can play for a long time.

One day I occasionally climbed to the attic, and when I was tired, I fell asleep on the floor, and when I woke up, it was dark on all sides, and I cried for a long time before I found the light switch, and when I turned on the light, I saw the debris in the attic, and I wiped away my tears and continued to play with myself.

Since then, the attic has become his small, secret garden.

Later, when he grew up, he hid in the attic when he was more than ten years old, and several old rattan boxes contained some books and miscellaneous items of his eldest sister when she was young, which he turned them all over.

It was then that I saw a large stack of old photographs.

The texture of the photos is excellent, the colors have not been ruined, and they are taken in an unreasonable manner, and they are completely random shots.

The background is always in the same room, spacious and simple, there are living room shots, there are study rooms, terraces, and kitchens.

The photos are all taken of the same person, and occasionally there are group photos, big close-ups, at a glance, you can see that there is no tripod, but you are holding your arms and pointing at yourself casually.

The camera is too close, like a big head post taken on the street later, but both faces are smiling brightly.

There is a photo of the man answering the phone, raising his hand to cover half of his face, as if to block the camera.

The big close-up hand, tightly grasping the other outstretched arm, the slender wrist of a woman, was caught in his hand.

Most of the faces photographed were obviously smiling.

smiled so brightly, and the thin and clear sparkle in his eyes seemed to be spoiled.

Through the thin lens glass, through the distant time and space, and through all the unknown past, the moment when it is condensed at the bottom of the mirror, it seems to prove the instant happiness that has existed.

Was he really happy?

Mr. Zhao almost doubted that he had never seen those photos, or that it was all just a frivolous conjecture.

He had ruthlessly tore everything apart, breaking the whole world in front of a woman.

Now he stood here unharmed, as if at ease.

Such a bright smile was also an illusion of falsehood.

He would never let him go.

The net tightened step by step, and the rope held firmly in the palm of his hand.

Something unexpected happened on Monday, Yi Zhen suddenly asked him for dinner, and his heart sank.

There was no reason to be so fast, it couldn't have been so quick that he had already noticed.

The market was calm, and all traces had long since been erased by them, and it was impossible for him to notice the abnormality so quickly.

He still went to the appointment.

About a well-known club in the western restaurant, here is originally a membership system, this day there are very few customers, the whole restaurant is almost only two of them.

Yi Zhen arrived before him, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Outside the glass window is a huge oval horse farm, like a sand table out of thin air, but there are no mountains and rivers, no ups and downs, and on the huge flat sand table, jockeys train famous horses.