"How is your father? He asked for leave so urgently, it's really worrying." Nie Xi asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just caused you some trouble."
"Didn't Su Nianqin accompany you back?"
"No."
The two of them sat together. Seeing Sang Wuyan eating with an uncertain look on his face, Nie Xi asked again, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"No."
"Did you have a fight with Su Nianqin?"
"No."
"You two have such a good relationship, you will definitely not quarrel. I guess good days are coming soon."
Sang Wuyan said nothing.
“It’s just… I wonder if it would be embarrassing if I saw Yu Weilan?”
"Yu Weilan?"
"Yu Xiaolu's sister, you didn't even know her?!" Nie Xi added.
Hearing this, Sang Wuyan remembered that Yu Xiaolu had said that she and Su Nianqin grew up together, and there was another relationship between them: she was also the sister of Su Nianqin's stepmother.
Stepmother's sister? Yu Xiaolu's sister
"His stepmother?" Sang Wuyan asked.
"Yes, it almost became a scandal on the front page of City A. Yu Weilan was the daughter of a servant of the Su family, and her family was not well off. But she got along well with the young master of the Su family. Although they were not at the stage of discussing marriage, they got along very well, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Su Nianqin liked her. Unfortunately, Yu Weilan ended up marrying Su Huaishan."
Sang Wuyan was stunned and too surprised to speak.
"how do you know?"
"Yu Weilan and I were classmates. When she gave up her studies and married into a wealthy family, it was really big news that shocked the whole school..."
Sang Wuyan didn't know how she finished the meal and said goodbye to Nie Xi. She just walked into the supermarket aimlessly to buy things. Xu Guangang's "Swallows on the Beam" was playing in the supermarket.
Peach leaves after peach leaves, endless spring breeze.
The sons of the Wang family went to the ferry,
There is a peach leaf smiling, speaking sweetly and attentively.
Two happy things, thanks to my lover for his unique style,
But the journey is not bitter at all, just sweet as honey.
Delay.
Thousands of years later, there is Wuyi Lane, Duye Ferry, and swallows on the beams.
Romantic.
The clouds and mist on the paper contain the emotions in the poems, the ideas in the paintings, and the feelings in the heart.
Dancing.
I come here every year, there are tiles on the roofs, nests under the eaves, new mud and old joints.
She stood in front of the shelf, tears welling up in her eyes as she listened. Only then did she realize that she was not his Tao Ye.
Sang Wuyan bought several cans of beer in the supermarket while crying. The cashier glanced at her with a strange look, but she didn't mind at all.
She went up to the rooftop terrace and sat down, drinking sip after sip of wine.
After a while, she found her cell phone humming in her trouser pocket. She took it out and looked at the screen. It was Yu Xiaolu.
Sang Wuyan narrowed his drunken eyes and smiled bitterly, but did not answer the call and placed the phone on the stool where the beer was placed.
After a while, the phone started vibrating again. She picked it up and saw that it was still Yu Xiaolu calling, so she put it back and let it continue to vibrate. The screen lit up again and again, then went dark again. Finally, the phone vibrated to the edge of the table, fell to the ground with a clang, and rolled under the stool.
She ignored it.
Sang Wuyan stared blankly at the night sky, thinking over and over again about Nie Xi's last words in his mind.
"Has anyone ever told you that your laugh sounds very similar to Yu Weilan's?"
She finally understood Su Nianqin's weirdness. It turned out that it was not just because he was abandoned by his father like an orphan and then wandered outside for seven years, or because of his visual impairment or his mother's early death, but also because of Yu Weilan.
She was drunk there, crying, and she didn't even remember how she fell asleep on the chair on the rooftop.
In the morning, she got up with a splitting headache and went to look for her phone. After searching for a long time, she found that her phone had fallen under the sun chair and was out of power. She went back to the room downstairs to charge her phone. When she turned on her phone, she found that there were dozens of missed calls, most of which were from Sang's mother.
Sang Wuyan quickly dialed back with shaking hands. She had a bad feeling.
"Wu Yan." The person who answered the phone was Wei Hao.
"Why are you here?"
"My mother and I came here after receiving the notification."
"What notice? Where's my mom? Where's my dad?" she asked in a trembling voice.
Wei Hao paused for a moment and said slowly: "Wu Yan, please listen to me carefully."
"Where's my dad?" she asked anxiously, her wrists shaking violently.
"Your father...he...died at midnight yesterday."
This short sentence was like a jagged sword, piercing fiercely into Sang Wuyan's heart, and then slowly pulled out, with blood and her flesh on the blade.
"Impossible," she said.
"Are you alone? You don't want to be alone."
"Impossible," she said again.
"Where is Su Nianqin? Tell him to stay with you." Wei Hao was anxious.
"I want my dad to answer the phone," she said.
When she was in kindergarten, her mother was transferred to work in another city and had no time to take care of her. Especially in the morning, no one combed her hair, so her mother wanted to take her to have her hair cut short. Unexpectedly, her father disagreed, saying that girls with long hair were cute. So he learned to braid his daughter's hair, but he was clumsy and it took him several days to learn.
Another time, the school organized students to watch the movie "Mom, Love Me Again". After watching the movie, Sang Wuyan liked to hum that song, but she was always tone-deaf, and her humming was always out of tune, and her classmates laughed at her. After her father found the sheet music and taught her to sing it over and over again. As a result, Sang's mother came back and shook her head and said, "You two are really the same in singing. Come on, stop singing. It's painful for others to listen to you." She inherited her singing out of tune from her father. Later, this song was changed by Sang Wuyan to "Only Dad is Good in the World".
How could such a father be willing to leave her so early
"Wu Yan, listen to me, my uncle has passed away."
"You're talking nonsense!" She shouted into the phone, "Haozi, you're talking nonsense!"
She threw her phone, picked up her bag and ran downstairs. Her vision was blurred by tears and she could hardly see the road. She hailed a taxi when she saw one.
It was rush hour, and there were almost no empty buses. The more anxious she got, the harder it was to get a bus, and the harder it was to get a bus, the more anxious she got. After more than ten or twenty minutes, she gradually calmed down and remembered that there was a bus to the airport at the intersection across the street from the community.
So she turned back and just in time saw Yu Xiaolu turning out of the small building where she lived, followed by Su Nianqin, who was leaning on a blind stick.
Yu Xiaolu reminded Su Nianqin, and Su Nianqin walked towards her.
"What a coincidence, Su Nianqin." she said.
"It's not a coincidence, I came here specifically to see you." He said lightly.
"Looking for me?" Sang Wuyan sneered, "Come and see me make fun of you? Continue to ridicule and mock me? Or come and see how I go crazy and break my heart for you?"
"Have I always been like this in your heart?" He lowered his eyes and tightly grasped the blind stick in his hand.
"Do you think there's any point in asking these questions?"
"Or not?"
"I really hate you. I hate hearing your voice, I hate your face, I hate your arrogant look. I feel so disgusted every time I think about it now."
Hearing this, his face turned pale, almost like a blank sheet of paper, and then he turned his head away. After a moment, he said coldly: "Then why did you come to provoke me in the first place?"
She smiled sadly, "Yes, it's all my fault. My mom is right. No matter how regretful a person is, there is no way to regret it. So it's all my fault."
If she hadn't come back to find him, perhaps her father would not have been in trouble; if she hadn't gotten drunk for him, she wouldn't have been unable to say even the last words to her father.
God must be punishing her for not being a good daughter.
She gave up her father's love so easily for a man who didn't love her or cherish her.
"You regret it." His anger was wrapped in despair, so heavy that it made people breathless.
"Yes, I wish I had never known you."
This simple sentence almost made him cry with despair. He tried his best to calm himself down, holding the end of the cane in his hand, but he didn't dare to use more force, for fear that it would break in his hand. He stood there, motionless, his heart seemed to have stopped beating, but he stubbornly raised his head, with his usual pride and expression, and even opened his mouth to ask her: "If you have anything else to say, you can say it all at once."
Sang Wuyan looked at his face and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Nianqin, I don't think I want to see you again in this life. Goodbye."
She didn't like wearing high heels, so she walked very quietly. When she left, the noise of the street was so loud around them that he didn't even hear the sound of her leaving.
All along, she has always called him by his full name. So many people call him "Nianqin", but she likes to call him by his full name.
Her voice is particularly pleasant, so every time she hosts a show she is so popular.
These three ordinary words would be pronounced with a different flavor by her, and the breath would gently come out from between her tongue and lips, bringing with it warmth, as wonderful as a spring breeze.
However, he never thought that it was under such circumstances that he would hear her call him "Nianqin" so intimately for the first time and then say "goodbye".
She said: Goodbye.
She said: You and I will never see each other again.