The drizzle, accompanied by the wind from the west coast, made this November day extremely cold. As if Liang Yin didn't feel the cold, she just held an umbrella and looked at the lawn in front of her, saying her last goodbye.
There was no initial sadness in her eyes, only a little bit of calm.
The lawn was turned over and covered, piled with stones, and buried her companion—it was a dog named Victor, who had been with her for thirteen years after counting the time.
There is still no reply from the phone, and the most recent message in the text message dialog box still stays at yesterday.
- Victor is dead.
One more—
—Ming Zhen, Victor seems to be dying.
Mingzhen, Zhong Mingzhen, the head of the Zhong Group, her husband, whom she has loved for thirteen years.
The wind ruffled her hair, and Liang Yin's eyes became a little blurred.
That year she came to Zhong's house with her grandmother, and was sitting on the sofa talking with the old lady of Zhong's family. When she heard the sound of the car outside, she looked up and saw Zhong Mingzhen getting off the car.
He was just twenty that year, and he was always cold, and the white shirt on his body was shining in the summer sun.
The old lady of the Zhong family said that this was her grandson. She stood up and smiled politely. He glanced at her without showing any expression. He just nodded and took his leave and went upstairs.
He rushed back from school to pick up things left at home.
Inherent alienation.
It was two months later when I saw him again, it was her summer vacation, and people from the Shen family were supposed to come to pick her up, but Zhong Mingzhen was the last one she saw.
She got into the car without knowing it, and he turned his head and said, your aunt has entered the intensive care unit, your grandmother rushed over, and I will take you home.
No nonsense.
In a hurry, grandma forgot to tell her. Grandma was at Zhong's house at that time, so the old lady of Zhong's family said, you go first, and I will ask Ming Zhen to pick it up for you.
She lowered her head, unable to tell what it was like. I heard a whimper by accident, turned around, and saw a cage on the back seat, and a little puppy was lying in the cage.
She didn't know what kind of dog it was. He said it was a Border Collie. No intention of continuing the topic.
He took her to Zhong's house that day, and she lived in Zhong's house for a while afterwards. My aunt's time is running out, and as my grandmother's only living relative, she has always stayed by her side. There was no one in the Shen family, and the old lady of the Zhong family was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her to be alone, so she insisted on keeping her in the Zhong family. She wanted to go back to Shen's house and live alone, there was nothing wrong with her. But Mrs. Zhong was worried and just forced her to stay.
Grandma and the old lady of Zhong's family are close friends in the boudoir, and they have been friends for a lifetime. She moved to grandma's house for several months, and she has already been regarded as her junior by old lady Zhong.
She lived in Zhong's house and met Zhong Mingzhen, but she seldom spoke and rarely met. Zhong Mingzhen is an unsmiling person, and he is also very busy. He has studies to complete, many friends around him, and a huge family business to inherit. She didn't take it seriously, she just reviewed her homework in the morning, learned to dance in the afternoon, accompanied Mrs. Zhong for three meals a day, and was busy with her own business.
Occasionally, I take care of the little milk dog named Victor.
Mrs. Zhong asked, what is the name of this puppy. Zhong Mingzhen said, Victor. There was no hesitation, as if the name had been thought of early in the morning.
She looked up the name, and the meaning of Victor is the winner, which means integrity, integrity, and fickleness. Just like everyone else.
He won this little border collie from a bet with his friends. It's not clear whether he likes it or not, but I see him playing with it occasionally, and most of the time he gives it to others. She often accompanies the dog, feeds it, bathes it, takes it for walks, and develops good living habits for it.
In the beginning, it was not because of liking too much, but because of a kind of dependence. She was the sojourner in the huge Zhong family, but after raising her, she couldn't bear it.
Zhong Mingzhen left home half a month early to go to school. Mrs. Zhong asked him if Victor would take him with him, and he said he would. She was a little regretful at the time, but who knew that on the day he left, when she was feeding Victor biscuits to say goodbye, Zhong Mingzhen's voice suddenly came from behind: "Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you."
When she turned her head, she saw Zhong Mingzhen looking down at her condescendingly, his eyes were indifferent, and his expression was calm without any waves.
Since then, she has been taking care of Victor, from her middle school, to university, to her first entry into the film and television industry, to her one-off success, to her withdrawal from the film and television industry, to her marriage to Zhong Mingzhen...
until now.
After that, he also completely carved the originally vague mark on her heart. She liked him. From the first sight, she was hesitant at the beginning, but now she is unwavering. She seemed to see in his eyes that he saw her reluctance, and then fulfilled her reluctance.
Then, it was a full thirteen years, waiting silently, without complaint or regret.
No one would have thought that Liang Yin, the former actress who seemed to keep her distance from everyone, would fall in love with someone so purely and recklessly.
She was fifteen years old that year, she looked young, but she put everything in her heart.
She really likes him. For thirteen years, she never told anyone about it. Only she insisted on it all the time, knowing it deeply and soberly. All sacrifices were made willingly, even if she waited by his side in obscurity for so many years at the beginning, even if she gave up all the glory for him and lived abroad for him when she was in the limelight, even if she married him and no one knew except her close friends and relatives. Today, there are no complaints or regrets.
But no regrets, that's all.
The wind was blowing along with the wet rain, and the photo on the phone was particularly clear.
On the big soft bed in the hotel, a man fell asleep sideways, his naked upper body half covered by the fluffy quilt. Even though there was only half a side face, Liang Yin recognized at a glance that the man in the photo was Zhong Mingzhen, and she had already traced his side face countless times in her heart. And behind the man, there is another woman, leaning on the man's shoulder, facing the camera, slightly raising her eyebrows, with the corners of her mouth raised, with a hint of complacency and innocence. The exposed round shoulders are also bare.
Also only half of her face was exposed, but she also recognized her at a glance.
Qiao Shan, Zhong Mingzhen's cinnabar mole, Zhong Mingzhen's white moonlight.
As early as a long time ago, she knew about Qiao Shan. Zhong Mingzhen liked her for many years. He once proposed to her, but Qiao Shan never agreed.
Liang Yin had seen Qiao Shan before, she was beautiful and warm, like a flower blooming wantonly. There are many suitors around her, and Zhong Mingzhen is one of her favorites, but not the only one. Five years ago, Zhong Mingzhen said that I will wait for you at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and we will register when you come. Qiao Shan did not come that day, but set foot on the plane to Antarctica with another man.
Choose one, Qiao Shan made a choice. This world is like this, you like him, but he doesn't like you.
Half a year later, Zhong Mingzhen married himself.
Liang Yin remembered Zhong Mingzhen's appearance when they got married, but he was still indifferent, without any sadness or joy. But not seeing joys and sorrows is the best explanation.
She knew that Zhong Mingzhen had never liked her. Qiao Shan didn't want to marry him, so he could marry anyone. In the past few years of marriage, she also knew that Zhong Mingzhen had never forgotten her. Although he never explained or revealed it, that feeling always existed.
She has never broken through, she has waited for so many years, and she is willing to wait any longer, as long as the result can come, she is willing.
She thought that a person's heart could always be warmed up, but in the end, she was still disappointed.
After nearly five years of marriage, she lived abroad with him. The dog named Victor and the luxurious manor worth hundreds of millions of dollars have been with her all the time.
And around him, there are always gossips. She didn't take it seriously, but her heart was a little bit cold, until the end, she finally felt hopeless.
She didn't know why Qiao Shan sent her such a photo, but it was over. She is willing to believe that Zhong Mingzhen will not let a woman get close to her casually, but she has never had such confidence in Qiao Shan.
And this photo was posted yesterday morning.
At that time, Victor finally reached the last moment of his life. As a border collie, it is old enough, from a small border collie to an old border collie, it can no longer persist. It nestled quietly in the corner, motionless, just looking at you sadly with half-closed eyes, as if saying goodbye to you.
She didn't realize it at first, but when she realized it, the tears ran wild. She called Zhong Mingzhen, but he didn't answer, and she sent him a text message, but he didn't reply.
She wanted to tell him that the border collie he gave her was dying, and that the dog named Victor was leaving her. This was their dog and had witnessed them for so many years. She wanted him back, to come back and send it away together.
But Zhong Mingzhen never heard back.
So she cried and cried, the last breath of relief in her heart.
She knew they were together, and she wanted him back, which meant knowing they were together.
The hand holding the umbrella was already cold, and Liang Yin finally felt the cold. She lowered her head, remained silent for a while, and finally typed a few more words on the phone.
— Zhong Mingzhen, let's get a divorce.
Victor, who had been with her for thirteen years, died, and now, the relationship she had cherished and hoped for for thirteen years was over.
The wind and rain were still precarious, she looked up, and the scenery of the west coast was still the same, but suddenly she was homesick.
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