Zhao Lanxiang touched the dried tears on her cheeks, and a white handkerchief lay quietly in her palm.
The faint aroma of gardenias spreads out, like the footsteps of a midsummer carnival. The stronger the aroma, the stronger the sweetness. Fragrant but not greasy, reflected in the white scorching light, Pajiao reveals the very faint word "Bai".
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned before she regained her senses, as if there were still warm words from a strange man in her ears.
Those words seemed to have power, and they could be heard in her ears, gently knocking open the thick shackles wrapped around her heart, Zhao Lanxiang's eyes flushed with two lines of tears.
Holding the handkerchief in her hands, her body trembled, and the whimpering cry turned into lamentation, as if she had released all her forbearance and grievances, squeezed all the water out of her body, and drained all the tears she had saved.
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When He Songbai saw Zhao Lanxiang again the next day, he found that the woman who had broken down yesterday had returned to her original appearance: she was still orderly, busy and devoted to her work.
But He Songbai, who is familiar with the temperament of the people around him, knew that some things had quietly changed.
There was a little more energy in her eyes, and her smile gradually increased. Although her whole person was still weak, she had a bit of tenacity. As flexible as pampas grass, even the rock cannot turn.
When He Songbai looked at the small restaurant opposite, his lips curled up unconsciously. As a treacherous businessman accustomed to actuarial calculations, he did not take advantage of her most tormented and vulnerable moment to enter, which has already exhausted the few self-control.
I don't know what she was thinking when she went to the countryside to see him, but He Songbai knew that no matter what the purpose was, her feelings for him were pure and warm, without any calculation. He wishes he did.
But his smile only lasted for a moment, and then it flattened.
In the "Lanxiang" clothing store, there is a tall and straight figure of a man, and the person who comes is Jiang Jianjun.
But this time Jiang Jianjun's head was sober, and he went in for a few minutes without making any move of overstepping. There was no dispute at the shop opposite.
He Songbai patiently poured the tea cup by cup and drank it. As time went by, his tea gradually became unable to drink, and the stool could not sit firmly for a moment.
He hurried down, walked into the store and looked around, and found that the place where Zhao Lanxiang often sat was empty.
The chair was already cold, and He Songbai hurriedly asked, "Where's your boss?"
The clerk who looked at the shop said, "If you're not inside, you're going out."
He Songbai squeezed into the cramped utility room and found that there was another door behind the shop, his face sank immediately.
He Songbai walked quickly across a street and jumped into his car parked on the side of the road. There was a rumbling sound of the car's engine starting, and he drove to the military compound.
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Zhao Lanxiang followed behind Jiang Jianjun and walked into the former love nest with a deep foot and a shallow foot.
In a place where I have lived for more than ten years, it is a lie to say that there is no emotion. The house has been renovated twice before and after. When I first moved in, it was the newest family building of the army, with snow-white walls, new doors and windows, newlyweds, new houses, and new relatives. Everything was so beautiful.
She added furniture, decorations, and the smell of smoke to the huge house little by little. After more than ten years, the marriage was broken up and the relationship was broken. Zhao Lanxiang walked into the house and packed up the things in her hands little by little, almost enduring it. Can't stop a sour nose.
Jiang Jianjun didn't do anything, just watched her hold a big cardboard box and put down each item, her jewelry box, the handicrafts she made by herself, her paintings, the books and notes she had saved for many years... All of them are packed together, almost half the house can be emptied.
And the other half is cumbersome furniture that can't be taken away. There are actually very few things about Jiang Jianjun. This house is full of traces of her, which has already taken root, and if it is to be uprooted, home will not look like home. Jiang Jianjun looked at it, his chest seemed to be stuffed with cotton, it was painful and stuffy, and he couldn't breathe.
Love is like a soft underbelly, making the brave one cowardly. Love is like a sharp edge, a knife sees blood, and a knife is a deep wound.
Jiang Jianjun sat in a dark place with deep shadows, silent as if it didn't exist. He watched for a long time before finally opening his mouth: "Don't go, okay?"
"You're gone, this home doesn't feel like home anymore."
Zhao Lanxiang moved very neatly. In less than half an hour, she had already packed out the three big boxes. She said calmly: "There is no regret medicine in the world."
"I've finished collecting them. If there are any left over, I don't want them anymore. You can throw them away for me. You can send these boxes to me when you have time. I'm leaving... "
"But… "
Jiang Jianjun glanced at the messy house. When she didn't turn it over, he didn't know that a small house could hide so many things that belonged to her. She messed it up without authorization, but wiped her hands and left gracefully, leaving a mess for him to clean up. There is no longer Zhao Lanxiang to accompany her, and the years will not end.
This feeling sucks.
Zhao Lanxiang asked Jiang Jianjun to move the things down. Jiang Jianjun moved the cardboard box downstairs with a heavy heart. When he returned home, Zhao Lanxiang sorted out a pile of discarded sundries. She turned to a cowhide notepad and her eyes stopped. After a few seconds, she tore her hands at will, and then threw the waste paper into the trash can.
There was a soft muffled sound, and the tattered book fell into the waste pile.
Zhao Lanxiang left the house holding a small wooden box.
Jiang Jianjun picked up the white waste paper from the trash can and held them one by one in his palm. The moment the beautiful words came into view, Jiang Jianjun's eyes were almost red.
"March 12, 1976, it was sunny. I saw your valiant figure in the training ground today. I hope your ideals will one day come true. You are a comrade who deserves to be learned and respected."
"October 5, 1979, I still remember the first sentence you said to me was 'where are you going', now I just want to go where you go, where you are and where I am. I hope you are safe, I am at home Waiting for your triumph."
"On February 2, 1984, the winter in the north was cold, and I didn't know whether you received the clothes sent to you. Today, you have to eat more dumplings, and the blessings are endless. I hope you will always be safe and healthy. Also, Happy New Year. "
Jiang Jianjun saw his throat choked, and tears almost fell.
He chased out and chased to the street outside until he hugged Zhao Lanxiang in his arms.
Zhao Lanxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale, "What are you doing, let me go."
Jiang Jianjun put his arms around her and said, "I'll go to the chief and make a new remarriage report."
"You can't go."
As he said that, he lowered his head and put his lips on hers, kissing her violently and repressedly.
As soon as Jiang Jianjun kissed him, the soft and sweet taste poured into his heart, as if honey had fallen into his heart, and his heart that had been cold and hard for half a winter seemed to bloom at that moment, and the ice and snow melted.
But before he kissed for a long time, a fist the size of a casserole slammed down on the face.
The fists were as dense as rain, like a storm, and they fought hard and hard. Jiang Jianjun and the man were entangled, and they got into a fight.
The person who came was the late He Songbai. Like an irritated Tibetan mastiff, he wanted to bite off each other's flesh. He used all the fists and feet from the fight in the prison, and specially picked on Jiang Jianjun's old wound. , Jiang Jianjun's cotton underwear was soaked with blood, but He Songbai was still not the opponent of Jiang Jianjun, who was a lieutenant general.
He Songbai was beaten up by Jiang Jianjun until he vomited several blood from his mouth. He only felt the world spinning for a while, and the mercenaries who followed him rushed to help him.
Seven or eight big men surrounded Jiang Jianjun and dragged him to a remote alley together, but Jiang Jianjun was also full of anger and eager to vent. A fight is raging silently...
In the end, Jiang Jianjun, who was injured, suffered a hard defeat. He Songbai stepped on his hand and crushed it hard. He lowered his body and said fiercely: "The handle of your Jiang family is all in my hands."
"No more harassing her, Jiang family... Don't worry."
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He Songbai wiped off the blood on his face. He returned to the place and looked around for Zhao Lanxiang. At last he found her in the deep alley.
The moment her dark eyes lifted up, she was extremely bright.
He Songbai wiped the blood seeping from his face again and smiled gently, with a very light smile, "Are you scared?"
"are you OK?"
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head, "It's okay."
Although she was shocked and disgusted at that moment, Jiang Jianjun was finally punished and paid the price, Zhao Lanxiang was relieved, and the nausea in his chest was much lighter.
It's just that the fright was far more than the relief after the event, and I haven't calmed down yet. At that moment, Zhao Lanxiang really felt the power disparity between men and women. Facing Jiang Jianjun's coercion, she was powerless to resist.
However, He Songbai took out a handkerchief, leaned over and wiped her lips, carefully and without refusal. He said: "It's no longer possible to let other people kiss casually here."
"Alright, we're divorced."
It seems that he is no longer the silent and gentle man, stained with blood, he has taken off his gentle and elegant shell, and has become extremely aggressive.
He kissed her a little fiercely, and the kiss fell on her hand.
A mellow and low male voice with a faint smile that eased, as mellow as wine, "Zhao Lanxiang, can I pursue you?"