"I think you all know that in old Beijing, there is a saying that the east is rich and the west is expensive, and the north is poor and the south is cheap, which means that those who live in the east city are merchants who do big business, and those who live in the west city are the official eunuchs such as Wangfu Baylor, and most of the people who live in the north are ordinary people who buy and sell small business, and those who live in the south are the lower class people who make a living by juggling and brothels, and there is only one hutong that is different, this hutong is not only inhabited by the eunuchs who have the power to lean towards the government and the opposition, but also the rich and rich people who rival the country. Then this alley is the ...... in front of everyone."

The handsome tour guide was introducing the alley in front of him, but suddenly stopped, making the tourists who were fascinated by it turn their heads curiously.

I saw that the tour guide was stunned in place, looking at the street not far away in a daze, no one knew what was going on, and couldn't help but whisper one after another.

Familiar streets, familiar introductions, familiar Shijia alleys, but there will never be that Qianying who passed by and was robbed of her backpack, and she never had the opportunity to see the woman who made her miss day and night.

Obviously, he still clearly remembers that the woman who passed by him with a confused face amazed him at first sight, and finally made him unforgettable for life.

"I'm sorry everyone, it's free time, you can rest for ten minutes, and we'll continue after ten minutes, please don't go too far!"

The bearded man shouted to attract the attention of the tourists, and when all the tourists had spread out according to their words, he went to the stunned man and stabbed him in the arm.

"Shen Lang, what's wrong with you? Why are you stunned? You said that you don't manage the company well, and you want to come back as a tour guide, and you should be a tour guide, but you should be responsible. Wait for this tourist complaint, or you have to deal with it yourself, are you tired? ”

Brother Shan's words brought back Shen Lang's thoughts, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it, handed one to Brother Shan, and the two of them leaned against the wall and smoked.

The curling smoke shrouded Shen Lang's face, but he never answered Brother Shan's words, as if he hadn't heard what Brother Shan had just said.

Seeing that Shen Lang was smoking and not speaking, Brother Shan sighed, knowing that Shen Lang was bored for something, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Xiao Roudu has been gone for more than a year, why should you? Now even Li Zong and the three old men are urging you to get married, and you manage the company for Xiaorou, but you refuse to accept the position of chairman, that's it. But do you really plan to be so single for the rest of your life? ”

Brother Shan looked at Shen Lang with some hatred, but Shen Lang was still smoking a cigarette, and he didn't seem to listen to Brother Shan's words at all.

Seeing Shen Lang like this, Brother Shan had nothing to say, the relationship between Shen Lang and Ni Huairou was watched by himself, and Shen Lang was a person who valued affection and righteousness, Brother Shan could understand why Shen Lang refused to forget Ni Huairou.

Thinking that Ni Huairou died on the wedding day, the lover who was about to spend his life well, the final result turned out to be the separation of yin and yang at the happiest moment.

Brother Shan never thought that Shen Lang's relationship would be so tortuous, and the relationship with Sister Mei that ended up without illness may be young and ignorant, but with Ni Huairou is really heartbreaking.

I don't know what else to say to comfort Shen Lang, Brother Shan can only sigh in his heart and take a deep breath of cigarettes, the breath of nicotine makes Brother Shan's troubled heart gradually stabilize.

looked sideways at Shen Lang, but saw Shen Lang suddenly coughing.

"Ahem......"

The cigarette choked into his throat, Shen Lang couldn't help coughing, he didn't smoke for a long time, he was a little uncomfortable.

Brother Shan couldn't look at it, so he reached out and patted Shen Lang the back to help him calm down, biting the cigarette in his mouth and speaking vaguely.

"If you remember Xiaorou for the rest of your life, I have no opinion, and if you don't want to find me again, I have no opinion, but you have to think about it for your father. Uncle Shen's affair with Aunt Wu, do you really plan to let them get the certificate? ”

Relieved, Shen Lang put the cigarette to his fingertips, and when he heard Brother Shan divert the topic, he also followed Brother Shan's words and said, "My dad has been single for so many years, and he should have a companion." Aunt Wu has nothing to say to my dad, they always come to live with a companion, which is very good. ”

"Well, since you support it, I don't think the two of them will say anything more. I'll be your guide, so you can rest for a while. ”

Brother Shan said and put out the cigarette into the trash, and took over from Shen Lang to gather all the tourists together and move towards the next attraction.

The lively group of people left, Shen Lang was still leaning against the wall and was a little stunned, the cigarette on his fingertips had burned to the end, and he shook it off with a sudden pain.

Picking up his hair with his palm, he walked towards the courtyard, the familiar streets were the ones he grew up with, and there were many memories here for Shen Lang, but the most memorable thing for him was the memory of walking through these alleys with Ni Huairou.

More than a year has passed unconsciously, and Shen Lang can still clearly remember the encounter with Ni Huairou, the embarrassment and atmosphere of being mistaken for a thief, and finally learned about Ni Huairou's situation, and then looked for memories together.

Shen Lang felt that in his life, he might never meet someone like Ni Huairou again.

Some people may fall in love for a lifetime, and it is impossible to easily erase her from the bottom of their hearts, let alone easily fall in love with someone else.

How short is this life of a person, and the probability of meeting your own true love among hundreds of millions of people is already very rare.

The acquaintance with Ni Huairou may be a thousand times of looking back in the previous life, in exchange for the love of this life, although the ending is yin and yang, but what is left to Shen Lang is beautiful.

Shen Lang has slowly calmed the scars in his heart from the initial grief, although there is always a faint pain, but Shen Lang knows that Ni Huairou must be looking at him somewhere in the sky.

Walking around the courtyard and the surrounding alleys, Shen Lang drove towards the cemetery in the suburbs, and took care of the management staff with familiar knowledge, and bought four bouquets of flowers as usual.

The four bouquets of flowers are all different, one is a delicate red rose; One is a warm yellow sunflower; One is a white and pure lily; There is also a starry sky made up of small dotted flowers.

Holding four different bouquets of flowers in his arms, Shen Lang stopped in the largest open space, and stood side by side with two tombstones, one with the names of Ni Xiangtian and Liu Manzhen engraved on it; Another tombstone is carved with the tomb of my wife Ni Huairou and my son.

The tomb was clean and without the slightest dust, Shen Lang bowed to the tomb of Ni Xiangtian and his wife, put the flowers in front of the tomb, and looked at the photos on the tombstone with a sincere face.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see Xiaorou."

Politely greeted the tombstone, Shen Lang turned around and squatted in front of Ni Huairou's tomb, looking at Ni Huairou's smiling face in the photo.

"Xiaorou, I've come to see you. Today I went to work as a part-time tour guide, and suddenly I thought of our first meeting, I don't know if you still remember......"

Shen Lang's star-like eyes were smiling, and he looked at Ni Huairou in the photo, as if they were talking face-to-face, and a voice that was destined to get no response came out of Shen Lang's mouth.

The only thing that was quiet in the cemetery was the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, and Shen Lang's intimate tone, the wind blew through the petals wrapped in the bouquet, and the flowers swayed as if in response to Shen Lang.

The sunset fell, dyeing the line of heaven at the junction of heaven and earth, Shen Lang leaned on the tombstone, his arm around Ni Huairou's tombstone, muttering trivial things in his mouth, and even telling Ni Huairou what he ate and drank today.

"Xiaorou, is Shen Xing well-behaved? I would love to know if Shen Xing is a boy or a girl, so that I can bring him some toys and let you take care of the children alone, and it won't be so hard. ”

Shen Lang said slowly, his fingers tightly on the cold and hard tombstone, and the sad voice spread out in the empty cemetery, looking extremely lonely and lonely.

Everything was Shen Lang's imagination, he knew very well in his heart that Ni Huairou couldn't hear him, and there were no ghosts in the world, otherwise why would he never see Ni Huairou's shadow.

"You know what? I really want to be with you, I really want to see you, even if it's just to look at you from afar. ”

The leaves were blown by the wind and made a rustling sound, as if answering Shen Lang.

"Xiaorou, you haven't come to my dream for a long time, are you blaming me for not coming to see you in the past few days?"

Rustling, rustling, leaves colliding, branches swaying.

"I've never seen Shen Xing look like him, and sometimes I think that he must look like you, as beautiful and gentle as you. However, if he were a boy, it would be a lot like me, and it might give you a lot of headaches. ”

Shen Lang muttered, as if he had seen the picture he had described, and couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

"Xiaorou, I really miss you...... Would love to ...... Would love ......."

A crystal teardrop slipped down the corner of Shen Lang's eyes, and fell on the delicate rose petals, like blood-like petals holding a tear, slowly unable to bear the tears slipping down, popping, splashing under the tombstone.

The leaves are still rustling, the cemetery is shrouded in the setting sun, the tombstone is painted with a layer of gold, the reflection of the glass in front of the photo seems to change the smile on the photo, and the shadow of the treetops is reflected on the glass, making Ni Huairou's expression look sad.

When night fell, black enveloped everything, and the cemetery was calm, and Shen Lang leaned on the tombstone's figure to elongate, which was extremely lonely.