I clenched the phone, heard the message prompt again, and looked: "I am willing to follow in your footsteps, for the rest of my life, and never die." ”

My heart was flustered, like hanging in the wind, I turned off my phone, put my head on a pillow stuffed with ginkgo biloba, and slowly closed my eyes, but I couldn't sleep.

The picture of his first encounter with Tan Yueming became a movie, a flashback frame by frame.

My encounter with him should be quite beautiful, if it weren't for the moral shackles on his back, it would be worth reminiscing for a lifetime.

At that time, it was spring, and I went to Yunzhen to attend a drug conference, and the heads of more than 100 pharmaceutical companies gathered in the Yun Mansion.

The Yun Mansion is very spacious, and there happened to be a small Chinese painting exhibition held there at that time, and the works were mainly plants, and the white drawings of plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums, and chrysanthemums were collected.

My grandfather loved to paint in his spare time, especially his four friends, and it happened to be his 75th birthday, so I thought about picking a piece of bamboo for him to take back.

I didn't pick the bamboo, but it was a pair of flowers that attracted me, but it was not the painting itself that attracted me, but the inscription on it:

You don't have to know what kind of flower it is.

Whose swing has been decorated,

It's just that there are people,

From the neighbor's house in early spring, fold under your own idle window.

thinks that you can hold a spring of care,

Anti-thinning lost youth,

Spring is still there, and people have the end of the world......

Probably because I thought too much, I always felt that this inscription expressed the sorrow of me and Zhong Ting. He is the flower that does not belong to me, but was forcibly plucked by me, and the spring I thought I could keep was a long and endless winter, and I was just a stone's throw away from him.

In the dark, a bony hand stretched out beside him, holding a Burberry handkerchief, with a slight scent of grass.

I was surprised that there were still people using handkerchiefs these days.

When I looked up, I saw that he was an unusually good-looking man. The face is really standard, the forehead, nose, cheekbones, and two jaws are smooth all the way, and the bones are perfect, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes, which are as misty as spring water.

Before he could speak, he spoke, and his tone was frivolous: "What kind of bastard who doesn't talk like you makes a beautiful woman like you cry, I'll clean him up for you." ”

I just looked at him twice and walked away. Zhang Wuji told his mother before she died that the more good-looking a woman is, the more she can deceive people. This is true for men, but most of the good-looking things are not good things.

However, Zhong Ting is an exception, he is good-looking and single-minded, but unfortunately the object is someone else.

I didn't expect to have a second intersection with this flirtatious handsome guy after just five hours.

It was getting late, and outside the room was a lake, on which were floating with small pieces of floating lotus, and the tips of the stars.

I was enjoying the beautiful scenery of the lake, and there was an anonymous message to disturb the mood. It is an intimate photo of MMS, Zhong Ting and Leng Lu.

The photo is in clear pixels, the location is also on the lake, Leng Lu is wearing a pink spring dress, her hair is braided on her shoulders, her delicate face is full of spring, Zhong Ting holds the oar in both hands, looks at her lovingly and smiles......

Such photos are more heartbreaking than any powerful bed shots. I can understand the bed photo as desire, but such a photo is affectionate that cannot be escaped, it is a merciless reminder of how eager someone as cold to me can be for others.

After deleting the photo, I called Yun back, she seemed to be busy, jokingly saying that I would shake it and bring back the green hat to Zhong Ting, and after saying that, she pinched the phone.

Cuckolding him, I haven't thought about it for five years, but when I think of his tender and sweet appearance, evil instantly controlled me.

I actually picked up my phone and shook it, and it didn't take half a second to respond.