Jiang Xiaomian paused for a moment, it should be that her eyes were in the sand, she rubbed her eyes before continuing: "Dong Yang said, 'I'm going to a gambling center, if you have something to talk about tomorrow" At that time, I didn't have the courage to say it, I don't think I made a choice, but he made a choice. ”

You've got something to talk about tomorrow.

Jiang Xiaomian recalled that she was really half desperate, why was she desperate, as if she was not as important as Li Xiaohuan.

It was compared nakedly.

Jiang Xiaomian thinks now, don't worry about a person who has no mind.

When he got up the next day, Jiang Xiaomian suddenly became dazed as soon as he opened his eyes, he had never been so dazed in his life, like the sight of an elderly person began to pale and weak a little, and his body began to be weak and depressed.

Jiang Xiaomian touched the soaked pillow, and there was still a little saltiness in his mouth. The ironclad evidence of crying is in front of her, but she can't remember crying last night, maybe she cried in a dream.

All the way from Kapok Avenue, those kapok trees have withered and yellowed their leaves in the autumn wind, hanging on the branches like flowers and crumbling, waving their hands when the wind blows, as if they are greeting Jiang Xiaomian, and they are also saying goodbye to this wonderful world proudly.

The color of the whole Changnan is autumn yellow.

The mood is autumn yellow.

The parting is also autumn yellow.

Jiang Xiaomian walked into the Red Square Gallery, where a new owner had already changed, because Mr. Yu had already gone west.

The new gallery owner is called Yu Mo. Yu Mo is the granddaughter of Mr. Yu. When Mr. Yu was still alive, Jiang Xiaomian heard him talk about his granddaughter, and he only met the real person today.

Yu Mo is relatively tall, nearly one meter eight, Mr. Yu often says that the delicate and cute granddaughter has grown the height of a strong grandson, and mutters that it is not good for girls to grow so tall, and if you compare the boys, the boys will have no desire to protect.

When Jiang Xiaomian saw it, Mr. Yu's words were really true.

Yu Mo has a temperamental beauty with big wavy curly hair, there is a pear vortex at the corner of her right mouth when she laughs, she is younger than Jiang Xiaomian, she recognized Jiang Xiaomian when she saw it and said hello: "Hi, I remember you, you are my grandfather's student." ”

Jiang Xiaomian also smiled at her, revealing the dimple on her right cheek, and the two of them were as cordial as old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

In fact, the two of them had only met once at Yu Qiubo's funeral, but they weren't in much of the mood to pay attention to each other at that time.

"I'm leaving Changnan, so I'm here to return a painting today." Jiang Xiaomian smiled and handed over the scroll.

Yu Mo opened the scroll and took a look, she was no stranger to the painting, and said with a giggle: "When I came to the gallery that year, my favorite was this painting, after so many years, I didn't expect it to become an old antique." ”

As soon as Yu Mo's words ended, a young man's voice picked up her next sentence, "What kind of antique, I'll take a look." ”

Jiang Xiaomian followed the sound and looked over, a high-spirited young man walked over, he was a finger higher than Yu Mo, and his smiling face was very youthful, as energetic as the morning sun rising into the air.

He stuck to Yu Mo's side, and the height of the two of them was a rare match. When Jiang Xiaomian was about to guess who he was, Yu Mo introduced: "Sister Xiaomian, he is my boyfriend, his name is Wen Chu." ”

Wen Chu also followed Yu Mo's title and called, "Sister Xiaomian." Then after looking at the painting, he exclaimed: "This kapok painting is so beautiful, Xiaomo, you like lotus flowers, I will also paint a lotus pond for you..."

"What kind of painting, Jingxue people borrow flowers to offer Buddha, I don't want it, I want you to plant a pool of lotus flowers and give it to me!"

"Okay, don't talk about planting a pond, I wish I could turn myself into a lotus flower and give it to you!"

…

At this moment, looking at their young love and déjà vu, Jiang Xiaomian realized that he was old, and those beautiful love years evaporated in the longing years and turned into green smoke floating in his memory.

Someone once promised her to come like this, saying that they wanted to plant kapok that belonged only to her. Promise is held up by green smoke to the distant distance.

I can't wait to witness the promise with my own eyes, it turns out that the best promise is not worthy of being taken seriously, only worthy of mourning.

Jiang Xiaomian stood there looking at "Looking for Cotton" for a long time, forgetting how Yu Mo and Wen Chu flirted and disappeared from her, and he didn't know when Xiang Dongyang was standing in front of her, just when she was about to raise her feet to leave the gallery, he stood at the door and looked at her blankly.

He moved his lips, "Xiao Mian..."

Jiang Xiaomian couldn't tell what kind of call it was, and dragged out some long pleading tones, but it ended crisply.

She thought he should know about it, and was caught in his warm arms. A distance that can be close to his heartbeat, as if he has just felt it for the first time, and like the aftertaste that has been staying has never gone far, and has been forgotten and picked up again.

There has never been a hug more complicated than this hug, I feel like I am in a touching shot of the male and female protagonists in a love movie after many years of meeting, and then the classic old song "The End of the Song" is playing in the background.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I listened to what your brother said, so I came here."

"You know everything?"

"Hmm..."

It's just a simple mood word.

Now that he already knows, the lines shouldn't just be a dull and simple "um" word! Jiang Xiaomian was a little disappointed, he should have something difficult to say, giving people the appearance that he was stuck in his vocal cords and couldn't make a sound after pondering the wording for a long time.

The unspoken phrase is "take care all the way" or "stay for me"?

But Jiang Xiaomian felt that these were already very small for the half-unconscious Chi Yanghe.

The pink isokapok blooms very brilliantly in autumn, and when Jiang Xiaomian is looking up, he finds that there are so many isokapok in Changnan, dyeing the parting autumn into the pink and red of youth, and the life that belongs to the autumn welcomes the encounter at that moment.

They stood in the falling flowers, Jiang Xiaomian raised her hand to catch the falling flowers, and saw that Xiang Dongyang's face was blurred by patches of red and pink, and she suddenly had a wonderful illusion in her brain, "Dongyang, standing in the falling flowers of different kapok, I saw that every face was pink." It's like staying in countless pasts, the day we first met. Then time begins to go backwards, starting again in the years we have not yet known, and writing our happy ending. ”

"Xiaomian, I suddenly remembered that there was a song that was especially suitable for us, the song was called "It's a pity it's not you", at that time, I never liked this song, but I didn't expect that in the end we all became people in the song."

Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself, this is the last time he will accompany her to see kapok......

When the mahogany blooms next year, she won't be able to see it, and he will have new people to watch with him.

Jiang Xiaomian gritted her teeth and said sadly: "Tomorrow, when I leave, you must not come to see me off, I am afraid that in that case I will be reluctant to leave."

"Actually, I don't dare to go, for fear that I will impulsively pull you alive and not let you go."

Jiang Xiaomian smiled slightly, this was their last conversation before parting.

In the end, there is no specific conclusion about who does not want whom.

Anyway, both of them burst into tears.

When Jiang Xiaomian left, Xiang Dongyang really didn't send her.

And Jiang Xiaomian did not expect Xiang Dongyang to appear from beginning to end.

This is another tacit understanding between them.

After Jiang Xiaomian said goodbye to her family and friends, what gave her the last ride was nothing more than a few touches of different kapok after one high-rise building covered another high-rise building after she got on the plane.

Although it is not as lush as the red cotton, it is a parting in the cold Qingqiu Festival.

In Xiang's company, the deserted high-rise buildings seem to have entered winter hibernation in advance, and everything is completely silent. This building is a virtual shell that will never shine with the glitter of money again.

Once built a wealth brick by brick, now it is poor and empty.

Xiang Dongyang sat in the office in a daze at the acquisition contract and the real estate book on the table.

"Winter"

Xian Xinchen's voice came in from outside, and there was a dreamlike echo everywhere because it was empty.

Xiang Dongyang turned his head and asked quietly, "Did you come here by the way after sending her away?"

"Yes, she told me to pass this on to you before she left for England." After Xian Xinchen finished speaking, he placed a brand new notebook on the table.

Xiang Dongyang took the notebook, turned the first page, and the "2013 Changnan Principal Wen Baichuan's Autograph Book Award" jumped into his eyes, and he turned the next page was the poem "Looking for Cotton", followed by ......

He still wanted to flip through something, but there was no one behind him, all blank.

Xiang Dongyang remembered that this was Jiang Xiaomian's recitation prize at the school celebration that year. He didn't ask anything, just quietly put it away.

Xian Xinchen also didn't have any words, and when he saw something else on his desk, he said in his heart: "If you want to find a home, no one may be willing to pay a higher price." Besides, follow us, and the Xiang clan may be able to turn around in the future. ”

"It's not a matter of money, I don't care anymore, I can't do anything, I don't want to live too much for a long time, let them all go."

There is no need for him to say Xian Xinchen to know that in fact, Xiang Dongyang doesn't want the two families to have anything to do with each other, and the sentence "Let them all go" is meaningful.

Xian Xinchen was not ready to use his mouth grinding kung fu, and left after saying "take care", and the sound of footsteps seemed to be unattended here.

When Xiang Dongyang raised his head and walked out of the office, he saw that Xiao Li, a small clerk in the company, had not left yet, and was still standing at his post as always. Although Xiao Li is looking for something to do.

Xiang Dongyang suddenly burst into tears, after all, the employees in the company don't need to be dismissed, they have already changed jobs.

In the end, there was only one unknown Xiao Li left.

Xiao Li came over and asked: "Mr. Xiang, there is nothing more impressive than the price offered by Sheng Xing, why didn't you sell the company just now, and are you still dealing with Xiang Dong's affairs?" But apart from Shengxing, there is no second company willing to approach us. ”

Xiang Dongyang sat on the chair next to him and shook his head with his eyes closed. It's exhausting. Obviously, I didn't have anything to do today, but I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes.

Xiao Li didn't understand it even more, and when he wanted to ask the reason, Xiang Dongyang asked: "Have we arranged the last project, and when will they start construction?"

"They have all arranged, but the other party is urging the money more urgently, and if they don't pay for building materials, they will strike." After Xiao Li lowered his head and finished speaking, he deliberately looked at Xiang Dongyang's face, "Mr. Xiang, I don't understand, the company is already dying, why are you still thinking about things in Nancheng?" ”

Xiang Dongyang looked at the notebook and smiled and said, "That's a promise, a promise that is worth more than anything else." ”

"Jingle Bell"

That's when the phone rang.

"Hey, hello, Xiang Architecture..."

Xiang Dongyang watched Xiao Li answer the phone, and he didn't know who the other party was, and after they hung up the phone, they saw Xiao Li looking at Xiang Dongyang seriously.

Xiang Dongyang couldn't react to what was going on at the first time, seeing that Xiao Li couldn't believe it, he looked at himself with a questioning face, and Xiang Dongyang speculated......

"He said that he wanted to cooperate with you, and he paid a high amount, which is more than Shengxing Real Estate."

"Oh, what else did he say?" Xiang Dongyang raised his eyebrows, which was also a very surprised attitude.

"The other party didn't give his name, only said that he was waiting for you in a café downstairs, and said that you would know when you went."

In those young years, there were people who were lost, and there were people who were reunited.

Before going to the appointment, Xiang Dongyang was still very curious, after all, he had no one in his heart for him to guess, but he was still inexplicably calm, looking forward to what kind of surprise the other party was.

After walking into the café, Xiang Dongyang first glanced at it casually, there were relatively few customers inside, and he could figure out how many people there were at a glance, and he was looking for who the other party was.

When Xiang Dongyang glanced at Xu Zifan, Xiang Dongyang was almost so surprised that he couldn't say anything. After so many years, it is a very challenging thing to find an old person who has changed a lot from the pile of strangers.

Not to mention that there is a young woman next to the old man, a blonde and blue-eyed foreign girl, it seems that she is either a couple or a wife. Xiang Dongyang thought about it, and he was even more impressed with Xu Zifan.

"Dongyang, this way."

Xu Zifan also saw Xiang Dongyang, so he got up and said hello in his direction, and Xiang Dongyang moved his steps and approached their direction with a smile.

Xu Zifan is no longer the original Xu Zifan, he patted Xiang Dongyang's shoulder with his hand and laughed, "Dongyang, don't come unharmed!" ”

"Whether you are sick or not, it is still Xiang Dongyang." Xiang Dongyang replied with a smile, hearing the meaning of "desolate humor".

Originally, Xiang Dongyang recognized Xu Zifan at a glance, but when Xu Zifan opened his mouth to say hello, Xiang Dongyang almost couldn't recognize him, looking at his decent appearance, he must have achieved something. and Xu Zifan, who was dumbfounded before, are two people with different personalities.

How could he have thought that when they met again, they would be two diametrically opposed situations, and Xiang Dongyang was ashamed.

And Xu Zifan didn't care so much, he giggled and said: "Let me introduce you, this is my wife Nolai, I have been married to her for three years, and now our daughter is more than a year old." ”

Nolai greeted Xiang Dongyang with a smile in not very fluent Chinese: "Nice to meet you."

At that moment, Xiang Dongyang saw that Nolai's neck ornament was a hyacinth crystal necklace, the shining luster was very dazzling and beautiful, like a round and crystal moonlight full of romantic stories, and the happiness of a lifetime was inlaid into it.

The moment he replied politely to Dong Yang, the ghost knew how jealous he was of Xu Zifan, who had both his wife and children. If so many accidents don't happen, if Xiaomian doesn't leave, maybe the two of them can set a baby kiss for the child like in the costume TV series or Jin Lanzhi.

When best friends who haven't seen each other for many years meet, the first thing they talk about must be their respective lives over the years, so much so that they almost forget to get down to business.

It was Xu Zifan's sentence that clicked back to the topic, "I thought that when I came back, I could still find you and Dong Yang, otherwise, and Xiao Guo, we drank together." ”

"The three good students have finally learned to drink!" Xiang Dongyang was talking, and he almost turned the coffee on the table into wine, and poured it into his stomach with a big cup of glass.

Xu Zifan smiled and said: "How about my proposal, build your company's company into a lawyer's office, my reputation abroad is very loud, now I have moved back to China to cooperate with you, stick to my face, you still earn it!"

Xiang Dongyang didn't readily agree, Xu Zifan wondered: "What, isn't it more promising than selling it?"

"No, it's just that a few months ago, in order to build a house, I paid a deposit for the project in advance, and according to the plan, I wanted to pay the balance after selling the company."

Xu Zifan couldn't understand it even more, "What house is more important than your career, is it worth your bankruptcy?" The villa you built, such a big company and real estate are not enough for you to spend? ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled and didn't say much, and showed that the company was no longer worth a few dollars.

After Xu Zifan smiled and talked a few words of English with his wife, he happily made a decision to Xiang Dongyang, "You can sell your company building to me, you can still cooperate with me to create a law firm, and I won't stop you if you want to revive your family's job in the future, so it won't live up to your father's hard work." If you still don't have enough funds, I can set up an IOU contract, anyway, I have become a partner and I'm afraid that the money can't be repaid! ”

The words of sending charcoal in the snow suddenly raised his head when Xiang Dongyang heard it.

Although Xiang Dongyang's surface is very calm and calm, the taste surging in his heart is mixed. All gone. Jiang Xiaomian, father, sister, including Han Feiran.

People are gone. No one left, he thought.

The cycle of joys and sorrows continued, and Xu Zifan's return made Xiang Dongyang feel better at this time.

That night, Xiang Dongyang, Xu Zifan, and Lu Xiaoguo met to raise a glass, and they didn't get drunk or return. It made them all feel like they were back in college as teenagers.

In the early hours of the morning, Lin Shen nagged and picked up the drunk and unconscious Lu Xiaoguo, who was the one who was drunk; The second is Xu Zifan, who can still stand and stumble a few steps, and was taken home by her wife.

Left alone Xiang Dongyang.

He is the most sober.

Lonely man, lonely sober.

He suddenly felt that Jiang Xiaomian seemed to have never appeared in his own world, from the three-year dream of sketching girls to the present.

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