Bai Fumei in the ’70s

Chapter 151: Extra Story Past Life Volume

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Zhao Lanxiang quickly withdrew her hand as if being scorched by fire, the expression on her face seemed to freeze, and shock filled her delicate face.

"You… what did you say?"

He Songbai calmly repeated: "I want to pursue you."

This time, it's not a question, but an affirmation.

This sentence seemed like a thunderous blast in Zhao Lanxiang's ear, and at this moment, she felt extremely absurd.

In the past two years, she has been wandering in a fragmented marriage, and the first half of her life has been filled with dullness and failure. She never thought that she would have a suitor when she was so desperate.

At this absurd time, such an absurd person appeared and said absurd things indiscriminately. Zhao Lanxiang didn't know the background of the man in front of her, but she knew that he was rich, and his wealth was enough for him to choose young and beautiful girls.

At this moment, he blocked in front of her and said that he wanted to pursue her.

If it weren't for the serious expression on his face, Zhao Lanxiang almost thought he was playing tricks on people and finding them happy.

He Songbai took in all the complicated emotions on her face.

He said earnestly word by word: "I am no longer young, I have lost the passion and self-confidence of young people, and I can renew your love. There are not so many sweet words to make you happy, and maybe even not so much time. To accompany you and pursue you, but I guarantee with my personality—"

"I will do my best to make the rest of your life smooth and worry-free."

Halfway through He Songbai's speech, the subject pushed him away angrily, turned and left.

He was extremely helpless, so he grabbed the handkerchief covered in blood and wiped the blood leaching from his forehead. He confessed to her with this respectful face. The location was so casual and the atmosphere was so bad. He was only stimulated by Jiang Jianjun, so he hurriedly revealed his heart to her like a stunned young man.

Really naive, he couldn't help laughing.

He Songbai opened his long legs, followed her in three or two steps, and followed her on the bus. He didn't say anything until he reached the door of the clothing store, "Can I go in and treat the wound?"

"I bleed a lot."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't agree, but looking at his bleeding forehead, it was not easy to explain to Sister He.

She said, "Go to the hospital if you are injured. What's the use of coming to my shop?"

He Songbai's assistant entered the clothing store silently and respectfully handed over the medicine box.

Zhao Lanxiang sat down at his work table without saying a word, and sorted out the half-cut fabric.

He Songbai slowly rinsed his forehead, the wounds on his face and hands, and his deep outline carried the unique charm of a middle-aged man. Although he was embarrassed, he could not compromise his bearing in the slightest. He was elegant and modest, and even he was injured. Still terribly handsome.

He loosened his tie and loosened the two buttons slightly. The luxury watch was casually left aside. His cufflinks and broken glasses were placed where Zhao Lanxiang often sat.

After the man took off his glasses, those deep and boundless lacquer eyes were like a dark vortex, gentle and dangerous, able to absorb people's eyes firmly, immersed in them without knowing it.

He completely forgot that this was someone else's territory, and it was as comfortable as in his own home.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Zhao Lanxiang calmly cut the cloth. She lowered her head and stepped on the pedal of the sewing machine. Out of the corner of her eye met his burning gaze, she bowed her head abruptly, and her thumb was slightly offset.

The needles flashed like a streamer, and the ends of the fine and straight needles suddenly crooked.

Zhao Lanxiang frowned slightly, lowered her head and resumed work.

After bandaging the wound, He Songbai said goodbye with a smile, advancing and retreating in a moderate manner, as if the impulsive words in the simple deep alley were like an illusion.

However, He Songbai's heart is not as calm as it appears, because the person facing her is, He Songbai can't help but imagine for her that her life as a divorced woman is not easy, and whether her behavior is inappropriate, provoke her Not fast, but in the end it was difficult.

But He Songbai thought about it and remembered that she was pressing him every step of the way in the countryside. She was so lively and cute that he had to give in, and He Songbai laughed again.

Love is presumptuous, and love is restraint.

He started to prepare flowers for her, including camellias on Monday, gardenias on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday... Every day, he could pick her up from get off work with the freshest bunch of flowers. Worrying about her troubles, He Songbai stood on the corner of the street consciously, waiting silently and willingly.

Therefore, Zhao Lanxiang changed the route home, or delayed get off work until late, in order to stagger with him, but He Songbai blocked her again after several times.

He naturally handed the white and petite gardenia into her hand and smiled: "Don't go home so late in the future, it's not safe for you to get off work late."

"I'll give you a ride, someone will feel more at ease when they go together."

In the cold spring, there is such a gentle and steady caring word in the middle of the night, which makes people unable to help but warm their hearts.

But it's even more unsafe to let a man with some kind of intention follow in the middle of the night. However, a person like He Songbai has a warm temperament and a tenderness in his eyes, so Zhao Lanxiang could not associate him with danger.

When she saw him, she would think of the verse he recited to comfort her that afternoon. He is humble and tolerant, more like an older man who pursues her with endless patience and tenderness.

Slow and slow, full of patience, warm like the drizzle of March, which wets people's hearts.

Zhao Lanxiang's indifferent expression softened a little, and her voice, which had been hard for a long time, softened, and she said, "I'm sorry."

He Songbai looked at her face and smiled slightly.

"I just want to be nice to you, not to ask for anything from you. If you feel good about me, stay with me. If you feel bad, even if you ignore me or even get angry with me, just... I hope you can Consider me."

All the good and bad words left him alone, and Zhao Lanxiang only felt helpless and confused.

She put the flowers back in his hands and shook her head.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You are a good person, but I don't plan to get married again, you can find a better partner."

He Songbai, who was caught off guard by the "good person card", laughed dumbly. He strode forward with long legs, followed her, and said confidently and confidently: "What's the use, but the person I like is you."

He Songbai took her downstairs. When he spoke, his voice was a little low due to the cold wind at night. It was like the gurgling water after the warm spring ice melted, and it was unexpectedly warm.

"If I could meet you earlier in my life, I would definitely cherish you and be a hundred times stronger than Jiang Jianjun. I won't let you suffer and suffer. Just do whatever you like, and I will be responsible for making money to support the family. I will do all the housework, never Let you worry, just watch me and talk to me. I will respect your choice. You like flower arrangement more than design, and you like cooking and eating. I will try my best to support your interests. I will listen to you at home. , We will discuss together outside. Now I am still in my prime, I still have some strength, and I will manage the company for a few more years. When I retire, we can travel together and see the world. "

"Although we are not young anymore, we still have a long second half of our life. I lost my way in the first half of my life and didn't find you. Now that I am here, could you please think about me?"

After Zhao Lanxiang listened to this long passage, she had to say that the scene he described was very attractive, longing, and moved her a bit.

"Thank you, I really appreciate you saying this to me," she said in a hoarse voice.

"But - I can't, I'm not good, you go..."

After Zhao Lanxiang finished speaking, tears poured down unexpectedly, and the crystal tears fell in front of He Songbai, dripping to the ground, as if molten lava was pouring into his heart.

The fire was burning, and it was unbearably hot.

He Songbai put his arms around her, patted her on the back gently, and coaxed softly, "Don't cry."

"If what I said made you sad, I apologize to you. I'm sorry, Lanxiang."

I'm sorry I came so late and made you suffer so much.

A few months later, He Songbai waited for her to get off work with flowers every day for several months.

Zhao Lanxiang rarely took his flowers, but he was not discouraged. This man didn't seem to know what it was like to be rejected. No matter how indifferent the treatment was, he accepted it with a good temper, and when he turned his head, he could even go to the store to deliver her lunch with a smile.

With a tyrannical attitude, he invaded Zhao Lanxiang's life, bit by bit, tight and airtight.

He Songbai came again on this day. He washed the chopsticks and handed them to the subject, "Hurry up and eat and watch what I do."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at his smiling eyes, and the words of refusal stayed on his lips, unable to swallow or spit out.

He Songbai said: "I heard from Sister Xu in the store that you often eat cold buns at noon, which is not good for your health. Come and try the sea bass I made, and I brought it here as soon as it was ready, and it is still very fresh now. ."

Zhao Lanxiang tasted his fragrant and soft rice, ate the sea bass he said, and could hear his gentle exhortations.

"Sleep when you're sleepy. Don't work too hard. Making clothes in the afternoon will easily burn your eyes."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything, He Songbai simply left after she finished eating and packed the insulation box. Sister Xu in the shop couldn't help but enviously said, "How wonderful, the men came to deliver meals."

"When are you getting married?"

Zhao Lanxiang drank the water and almost didn't choke.

She sighed, as if speaking to Sister Xu, but more like she said to herself, "How can someone like me get married."

She frowned as she remembered the fact that she was infertile. Few men can accept that they have no children without any grudges. In fact, Zhao Lanxiang revealed her situation to He Songbai a long time ago.

He Songbai was shocked and sad at the time. Although he still came to pick her up the next day, he has been concerned about her body since then.

Sister Xu said, "He really looks like the guy in the newspaper, oh... That real estate owner is not as rich as others."

"But it's a good thing to take it out. Although his financial conditions are not as good as your ex-husband's, he is more concerned about you. This woman, you have to find a caring person from the firewood, rice, oil and salt. Knowing the cold and the heat is better than anything else. If you want to give food for a full year, you can live with him. Good men are not easy to find these days."

"It's not like our time now. Living poor and happy, eating and clothing is the most important thing. Now people are rich and have a lot of flowers. The young girl living next door to me dresses up all day long. You have to be pretty and be someone else's mistress, and you are righteous when your first wife comes to you, so I'm not ashamed. This is really laughing at the poor and not laughing at the prostitute. I say you, while you are still young, marry when you meet someone who is good. He good to you."

Zhao Lanxiang gently stroked the potted gardenia on the table with her thumb. The delicate and beautiful flower buds were like a shy girl, slim and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance.

The look of her bowing her head and being silent made Sister Xu feel elated.

He Songbai has been delivering meals for a year. On her birthday, he built the tallest skyscraper in G city, and he set off bright fireworks for her. The fireworks are beautiful, but they are fleeting and fleeting, like her life. Zhao Lanxiang recalled the more than ten years of her last marriage, which was lackluster, but now she can't count anything worth recalling.

She didn't want to be buried in such a boring marriage for the rest of her life, but if it was He Songbai, she felt that she was willing to try again. Coincidentally, he also delivered a full year of meals.

He Songbai still prepared roses and handed them to the person. He couldn't help laughing: "I always give you flowers, maybe you are tired of it, but you have to get a bunch on this day, just accept it."

He stared at her snow-white face tenderly. Although her youth had passed away, she was still so beautiful in his eyes, and even her hair was sweet.

He Songbai said: "I hope that every year in the rest of my life will be with you today."

Zhao Lanxiang picked out a diamond ring from the rose bouquet, she slowly opened her palm, and let the cold diamond ring slowly slip onto her ring finger.

He Songbai looked at the tenderness in her eyes, his heart collapsed, and his eyes were a little wet. He hugged her and said, "Thank you, you are still willing to believe me."

"I'll try my best to make you happy."

Zhao Lanxiang accepted He Songbai's marriage proposal, and they began to discuss marriage matters.

The wedding of the two is scheduled to take place after the Spring Festival. The spring is cold, and it is still a little cold to wear a wedding dress in this season. But Zhao Lanxiang's heart was warm, so she didn't feel cold anymore. They met in the spring, and in this spring two years later, they chose to make a marriage.

Zhao Lanxiang never thought that she would get married again, although it was not the first time for her to get married, and she also thought about getting married in a low-key manner. But because the object is He Songbai, Zhao Lanxiang never thought of wronging him. He is such a warm and lovely man. His life is very low-key, but his marriage likes a high-profile, so that their wedding is very grand, and the whole city knows it all at once. .

TV media, newspapers and magazines have been tracking and reporting on the wedding since before the wedding, and they have hyped it up, revealing the details of the wedding one by one, such as the wedding dress, diamond ring, wedding drinks, the luxury car and even the witnesses, so as to tout it out of the crowd. With such a stunt as a world wedding, the whole country suddenly knew that the rising star announced the end of the days of leaving the bachelor.

On the wedding day, Zhao Lanxiang wore a snow-white wedding dress and held Zhao Yongqing's hand as she walked slowly into the church. The priest asked gently and politely in front of the people all over the world:

"Would you like this woman? Love her, be loyal to her, whether she is poor, sick or disabled, until she dies."

The handsome and elegant groom responded without thinking, "I will."

"Will you marry this man? Love him, be loyal to him, whether he is poor, sick or disabled, until death."

Zhao Lanxiang made a promise: "I will."