This "goodbye" is like an encouragement.

The first few meetings with him, whether it was when she first met at the age of nineteen, when she saw her again at the age of twenty-one, or at the moment, Shi Yu had never said anything similar to her, and she was clearly the most leisurely rich and noble person, but it made her feel very busy, and she came and went in a hurry every time.

He didn't say a word of goodbye to her, even after a night of sleep.

Maybe he really didn't want to see her again.

Man, so ruthless.

But how could she want to see him?

So the two of them were half a catty to eight taels, and no one suffered a loss.

Tonight is different, he said goodbye.

If there is one, there will be two, and between them, there is progress.

The meeting again didn't come quickly, and after more than a week, I changed the city and was in Pingcheng.

It's a coincidence, but it's also intentional.

Tang Xin was waiting for the elevator, and in order to go to the executive lounge to meet Meng Jiming, he happened to hear a sound coming from inside when the elevator arrived.

"You're sick, Shi Yu, don't touch me."

It's Meng Jiming.

Shi Yu was also there, Tang Xin didn't expect it.

The elevator door opened, and Tang Xin first glanced at the two of them as if he didn't know each other, and confirmed that the suit was straight and upright, before hesitating to step in.

"Good evening." Shi Yu took a step back and retreated to a safe distance, politely gave her a smile, just like the way foreigners greet her, said "evening" to a stranger in the elevator, and then continued to talk to Meng Jiming: "Why are you so hypocritical, is it because you are small?" The two appearances of people in front of and behind people, are they fun? ”

Seriously hurt people.

Tang Xin lowered his head and smiled, and stood straight again to look at the changes in the numbers on the floor.

Meng Jiming is twenty-six, and Shi Yu is seven or eight years older than him, isn't he just young, that's right, it's a loss.

Meng Jiming didn't care, he straightened his tie to himself in the reflection, and said: "I'm like this, unlike you, I'm old, I don't know how many faces can switch freely, are you tired?" ”

Shi Yu didn't care more than him, he only shook his head and said, "Childish." ”

In the process of the elevator going down, Meng Jiming answered a phone call, and his originally happy mood suddenly changed, and his calm face was obviously unhappy. When the elevator stopped on the executive floor, the two men did not follow Tang Xin out.

When the door was about to close, Shi Yu said, "Miss Tang, let's go down and smoke a cigarette first, and we'll see you later." ”

Tang Xin turned half sideways and put on a business-like official smiling face, "Okay, I'll see you later, Mr. Shi, Mr. Meng." ”

……

Tang Xin sat by the window, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar city in the night.

At the age of fifteen, he left Pingcheng, where he grew up, and went to a distant country alone, and it took two years to go from not adapting to adapting.

At that time, she didn't expect that just two years would change all her long life in the future.

It's dark outside, it's not much light inside, and in the dim light, she can clearly see herself reflected in the glass, unhappy.

I was fifteen years away from home, and when I came back, I was almost twenty-five years old, and ten years seemed to pass very slowly, and sometimes I felt that it was fast, incredibly fast.

When he told Shi Yu that he didn't want to marry him, Tang Xin was serious, and he never thought that there would be a day when he would break his promise, and a person like her who was extremely selfish would come back here for a man, doing things he didn't like, and playing himself he didn't like.

But this man is Shi Yu.

One word suddenly flashed in my mind - creation makes people.

Liang Yan will always say this, as long as he sighs, the opening will always be these four words.

Over time, through the skin, through the flesh, one stroke at a time carved into her bones, over the years, so deep that even the occasional dream would come to her voice, crying at her, laughing at her, and saying to her: "Sugar candy, creation makes people, it's true." ”

Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Liang Yan always emphasized: "Tangtang, you have to believe that creation makes people real, true." ”

Now, she believes it a little, isn't it, otherwise how would she come to pester Shi Yu and want to marry him.

It's just a little harder, harder than she thought.

Liang Qiao is right, Shi Yu is a dangerous man, he is not under her control, except for the misfire, but when that happens, she can't control him, even herself.

Shi Yu is too smart, too rational, and restrained enough, no matter how she pretends or acts, it is difficult to drive his emotions and thoughts.

In the aftermath, the man who went downstairs to smoke came back.

Tang Xin raised his wine glass towards himself in the reflection in the window, and said softly, "Tang Xin, we will meet again, see you later." ”

With that, she stood up with a smile and looked at the two men who were walking towards her.