This month, Beijing is still very hot, but Guizhou has become a little cooler. ≧,.
In the past few days, Mu Hanxia has traveled to many places. She went to visit the village where she once "worked", but there were not many people she knew and no one remembered her. She sat alone by the green hills and green waters, and sailed down the water on a fisherman's curved boat. She arrived at the secluded ancient town, sat by the river, and watched the lights on the other side.
When she walks through the winding alleys, she listens to the music playing in the shop next to her. The lyrics sing: "Treasure is the most rare thing. Loving you makes life vast." The clouds in the blue sky are gone.
Some moods become clear and open with the peaceful walk. She suddenly realized that since returning to China, her relationship with Lin Mochen was one of opposition, conflict, and temptation, but it was also one of temptation and agitation. Looking back now, it is gentle, understanding, and missing.
She thought that the long separation had made her never see him again. And in her heart, he will always stay on the day and moment of separation. Now, the brief parting made her see him more clearly.
Maybe this is growth, this is love.
On a sunny day, she sprinkled Zhang Zi's ashes in a clear, thick river, just as Zhang Zi once sprinkled his fiancée's ashes into the Mississippi River. They are the same free and coherent souls, willing to look up from the other side. And their tombstones will eventually stand next to each other.
With the passage of time, Mu Hanxia's confidence in wearable electronic devices, which had collapsed, gradually regained his confidence. The situation is really bad, very bad. The confidence of the internal team is slack, and the external customers are skeptical and crusade. There are also domestic companies that make similar products. They use this accident to vigorously promote their products and make profits from them. They have lost the opportunity, and the market has been partially invaded. But it doesn't matter, everything can come again. She once again firmly believed that what is truly valuable will not be buried. When she goes back, start all over again. One day, she will definitely be the first in this segmented industry.
That evening, Mu Hanxia returned to the youth inn and received a call from Lu Zhang.
Lu Zhang's voice sounded smooth and calm: "Carol, the website has been completely restored, and all the preparations are starting over again. Everything is progressing as planned."
Mu Hanxia looked at the misty rain outside the window and said with a smile, "Well, you have to do it well. You are rough. Now you have to deal with the details and do all the details. I will be back in a few days."
Lu Zhang also replied with a low smile, "Okay."
Mu Hanxia asked again, "Have you been working all day without sleep in the past few days?"
Lu Zhang gave a very light "um".
Mu Hanxia paused for a while, but said, "Alright, there will always be this stage of growth in life. Persevere."
"Carol," he said. "I'm not a child, so don't take me for a fool."
Mu Hanxia just smiled. After a while, he asked, "Are you and Lin Mochen reconciled?"
Mu Hanxia said, "Why are you asking this?"
He smiled and replied, "It's nothing. If he treats you badly in the future, Fang Yi will fight with him."
It was getting dark a little bit, rivers and rivers sank into the night, and boats rowed silently. Mu Hanxia stood on the balcony where the wind was blowing constantly, took out his mobile phone, and checked the stock market news. In the past few days, the stock market has gone up and down, and there have been winners and losers. What it presents is more like the gentle fluctuations after passion and tragedy. She thought that Lin Mochen, as Feng Chen's behind-the-scenes helm, should be pretty busy too.
She took a photo of the night scene and sent it to him.
He called quickly.
"This is where you live?" he asked.
"Hmm. What are you doing?"
He smiled and said, "I'm packing my luggage."
Mu Hanxia's heart trembled slightly: "Where are you going?"
"What do you say?"
Both of them were silent for a while, and he asked, "Where did you go today and what did you do?"
Mu Hanxia told him the places he had been to, the people he had seen, and the things he had done. He listened very quietly and didn't ask any questions. Mu Hanxia talked for a while and asked, "Why don't you speak?"
He replied: "It's nothing. Suddenly, I feel that this is very good. I know where you go and what you are doing every day."
Mu Hanxia was silent for a while, then said, "You knew a lot before. Didn't you take all my letters from He Jing?" This was a bit of a joke. Lin Mochen smiled, but said, "How dare you mention those letters?"
Mu Hanxia didn't say a word, she looked at the misty drizzle in front of her eyes, and then said very calmly and calmly, "I love you."
"I know," he replied. "I never believed that you didn't love me."
The phone became silent. After a while, he called out "Han Xia" with a faint smile in his voice. Mu Hanxia asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just feel that after so many days of pestering you, the former Mu Hanxia, who dared to love and hate, and held Lin Mochen in his hand, was afraid of melting. It seems that I have finally inspired it."
Mu Hanxia smiled: "You are much thicker than before."
"I'll pick you up in a day or two," he said softly.
"Didn't you say before that you are waiting for me in Beijing?"
Across the phone, his low smile seemed to be accompanied by the breeze and drizzle to wrap her up.
"Summer, for a thirty-three-year-old man, a woman who has been lost and found can be let go a little. But if he misses it, it would be stupid to leave it for another day."
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The next morning, when Mu Hanxia woke up, the sky was already clear. She ate some porridge and side dishes on the first floor of the inn, and looked at the quiet street that was still damp outside through the window, and felt relaxed and happy.
The innkeeper is also a young woman, and Mu Hanxia and Mu Hanxia have a good impression of each other. She walked over and said, "Where do you want to go these two days?"
Mu Hanxia replied, "I've almost walked through the city, and I've been to the nearby ancient town. Do you have any recommendations? I have a friend coming over in two days, and I want to take him with me."
The proprietress thought about it and asked, "Have you been to Yijiang Miao Village? Qianhu Miao Village is very unique and the scenery is not bad."
Qianhu Miao Village, Mu Hanxia, has also heard of it. It is said that it is built by mountains and rivers, beautiful and magnificent. She was quite moved, thinking that Lin Mochen had never been to such a mountain village before. Away from the world, if the two meet again, the mood will probably be more romantic and beautiful. Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled to herself. Lin Mochen said that she used to hold him in her hands and she was afraid of melting. In fact, since she returned to China, when did she really ignore him? What he did for her, the past he once kept alone, didn't enter her heart like that? It's just that after the recent series of major events - the competition between the two in the e-commerce industry, the death of Zhang Zi, the hack of the website, the turmoil in the stock market - the six-year estrangement between the two and the knot in the past, it seems that they have passed away, let go. . She knew how to be serious and look at him again, and he remained firm.
"If you go there, you can book an inn on a high place, so that you can overlook the scenery of the entire Miao Village." The proprietress said, "In addition, there is an ancient temple in the Miao Village that is hundreds of years old. It is very spiritual. , to bring to family and friends.”
Mu Hanxia felt interested. Human emotions, sometimes need objects to sustenance. Under her mood these days, she felt that it would be a good idea to give Lin Mochen such a thing. I remembered that since he returned to China to start a business, although his career has flourished, he has always been alone and alone. If there is any concern, perhaps apart from her, apart from his family, this man has never cared at all. The heights are very cold, and there are probably not too many people who really care about him.
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After driving on the Panshan Highway for nearly an hour, the tourist bus drove into the Miao Village Scenic Spot. It's the off-season, and it's a working day. Looking around, there don't seem to be many people in the entire stockade.
Mu Hanxia walked along the winding stone street, along the way is a small building with ethnic customs, and behind it is the majestic green mountain. The entire Miao Village is distributed on two mountains, facing each other across a narrow river. Most of the buildings are on one of the hills, and the scenery is naturally there. So Mu Hanxia followed the guidance of the previous innkeeper's wife, walked over a small bridge over the river, and looked for a place to stay on another hill with sparse buildings. In this way, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery of the Miao Village opposite.
There are no roads on this side of the mountain, only stone steps. Mu Hanxia climbed up the mountain, passing by many inns and dwellings, all of which were soliciting customers. She didn't stop until she was close to the top of the mountain and looked back. It was already afternoon, the sun was faint, and the narrow river was as clear as jade, entwined in a gallop. On the opposite mountain, the mist is filled with mist, and the wooden Miaojia stilted buildings are stacked layer upon layer, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. It is like a paradise, quiet and beautiful into the painting.
Mu Hanxia was slightly absent-minded and smiled unconsciously. I took a photo and sent it to Lin Mochen.
She chose a hotel on the top of the mountain. The scenery here is the best, and it is naturally the most expensive. It is clean and comfortable in the houses. The boss is also a woman, black, thin and capable. Not too kind, but peaceful and real. After Mu Hanxia put her luggage in the room, she went to chat with her. When asked what the boss did before, the answer was that he was a mountaineer. Mu Hanxia was a little surprised, and later asked if your former teammates are also living in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, just like you. The proprietress was silent for a while, then just smiled: "They are basically buried in the mountains."
Mu Hanxia thought that everyone has a story. This is probably the meaning of walking. Such tiny legends buried in the world will be told to Lin Mochen when he arrives. There are too many things to tell him in this place far away from the city.
After dinner, Mu Hanxia went down the mountain and went shopping in the opposite town. I also found the temple and asked for several peace talismans. One is for Old Burt who is far away in the United States, one is for He Jing, one is for Lu Zhang, and the other is for Sun Zhi.
There are two more, the same color, for Lin Mochen and her. She put these two in her purse, then stood on the crowded street and called Lin Mochen.
"You believe in these things?" he chuckled.
"I believe it." Mu Hanxia replied, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but I believe that things with good wishes will make people happier."
She answered calmly, and Lin Mochen was quiet for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, wait for me to come over and hand it to me."
"When are you coming?"
"the day after tomorrow."
"I'm waiting for you."
I once said that I can't always see your true heart.
Later, you also said that you can't see my heart.
But after the glitz ended, how fortunate we are, we are still getting closer and cherishing a little bit.
When Mu Hanxia returned to the hotel, she saw the proprietress standing alone in front of the glass, stopping to look from afar, wondering what she was thinking. Mu Hanxia didn't bother and went back to the room. Before coming, she read the weather forecast. The past two days were cloudy to light rain, and the climate was humid and mild. Thinking of the upcoming Lin Mochen, a softness returned to perfection in his heart.
She slept soundly that night. In the second half of the night, she vaguely heard some roaring movements outside, but she did not wake up. When it was dawn, I heard the sound of falling rain outside the window, on the roof, and everywhere. She got up and opened the curtains, and saw a vast mist of water, a pouring rain, and I didn't know when it had fallen.