In the evening three days later, Tang Yang returned to the capital and went straight to Xiaoyue Pavilion.
He hurried all the way, his face covered with wind, frost and dust had no time to clean, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he asked Yu Wenhao in a dumb voice, "Where is she?"
Yu Wenhao comforted him to sit down, and only then told him about the identity of the Seven Girls and what he said calmly.
After Tang Yang listened, his first reaction was to shake his head, "How is this possible? She can't be from the Yuan family."
"I don't know, I haven't seen the girl you mentioned." Yu Wenhao said.
"You go find her, she is still in Beijing." Yuan Qingling said.
Tang Yang was stunned for a moment. It was really nonsense. How could she be a member of the Yuan family? She said that she was just a descendant of a down-and-out family who walked the rivers and lakes to make a living.
"I'm going to find her." Tang Yang finished speaking, rushed out and rode away.
The past was played back in his mind over and over again. When he knew her, he didn’t put this girl in his eyes at all. The seventeen-year-old girl, he didn’t want to delay her when he was talking about her, but she chased her all day long. He ran and laughed and drunk 30,000 times with him. She stuck to him like a brown candy that couldn't be shaken. He was depressed. She was very stupid to accompany him to imagine the future.
Three years later, once she disappeared for a month, he found out that he was used to her a long time ago, decided to be with her, promised to marry her, remember when he said to marry her, she laughed Like the peach blossoms that bloomed extremely splendidly, jumping on him, shouting loudly, becoming more and more like a crazy girl.
But after that incident, he went to tell her that he couldn't marry her anymore. He was going to marry another woman. Her smile disappeared. At that moment, he saw deathly despair in her eyes.
She wanted to explain that he didn't give it, only said a word of excuse and left. She would chase him for everything in the past, but she didn't chase him that time.
He thought at that time, she's such a careless girl, she will soon forget him.
But he waited for the news about her death from her family, and at that moment, he knew that it was what it was like to be deeply in love.
When I got outside the Yuan family mansion, I felt cold on my face, and when I reached out my hand, it was full of tears.
I have not dared to think about it these years because it is painful to think about it.
Slowly got off the horse, knocked on the door of Yuan's house, and heard his own dumb voice, "I want to see the Seventh Girl in your house."
He didn’t seem to hear what the servant said. He only waited for a while, and someone led him in. He walked all the way through the Fushu Garden, up the corridor, and over the arch bridge. The servant led him to the pavilion, and there was a person sitting in the pavilion , His face hasn't changed, but he has long lost the stubborn enthusiasm that he used to chase him.
He couldn't lift his breath, he only felt heat waves rushing to the bottom of his eyes and nose, struggling to step forward, stepping on the stone steps, and standing in front of her.
She sits on the edge of the railing with her hands spread out behind her, sitting arrogantly, slightly raised her head, her chin is firm, her eyes are calm, and her lips are curled with a faint smile, "Master Tang, long time no see!"
Tang Yang looked at her and whispered: "You are still alive!"
"Yes, I committed suicide that day, but it was just a joke I made." She smiled slightly and pointed to the stone bench next to her, "Please sit down!"
He sat down slowly, his legs trembling unconsciously, and his sharp fingers trembling everywhere. He couldn't even say a complete sentence smoothly, "Are you... okay?"
"Okay!" She continued to smile, her brows were charming, "I'm just busy with business and rarely go back to Beijing. Otherwise, we might have seen each other long ago. I heard that your wife is dead. It's a pity, please!"
"I'm sorry!" His eyes were dark, and his voice was only two people could hear. I'm sorry, pale and weak, he could feel it himself.
"I'm sorry?" She smiled deeper and shook her head, "You didn't feel sorry for me. I was ignorant back then. Now I can't do something like that. It has disturbed you for three years. It was me who said I was sorry. ."
With her words, even a pause made him sting. His heart was like being crushed by something and it was generally painful and inexplicable. He stayed silent for a long time and just looked at her.
The Seventh girl took a cup of tea and drank it slowly. After so many years in the shopping mall, she had long been introverted and refined, with only a polite smile on her face, and she could not find half of the sadness. Uncomfortable.
"Hate me?" He asked in a mute voice for a long, long time.
Seven girls sincerely said: "I want to thank you very much. You taught me that love between men and women is just a dream in the world. Only when you wake up from the dream can you be down-to-earth. I am fine now, not confined to the inner courtyard, heaven and earth. Let me go."
He retracted his silly eyes and said insincerely: "That's good, very good."
"Is there anything else?" she asked, looking up at the moonlight, "it's getting late, I still have some accounts to check."
The implication was that the chasing order was issued.
Tang Yang was unwilling to leave, and staying a little longer would not change much, but he wanted to stay longer.
"Can I ask you a few more words?" Tang Yang looked at her and asked.
Seven girls smiled, "Naturally, we can meet each other once, and you and I have never complained. If you send someone to post earlier, I will definitely ask someone to set you up with wine and vegetables, drink a few cups with you, and look back at the young and frivolous. Past events."
Tang Yang said, "Have you been back to the capital all these years?"
"I come back every year," she said.
"I always thought you were dead, now that you are not dead, I am very happy."
She sighed slightly, her eyes turned a little bit of pity, "If you know you care, I will send someone to tell you that I'm still alive, so that you don't feel guilty and live your life with guilt, but I saw you go decisively at the time, I thought, You probably don’t care about my life or death, so it doesn’t matter if you think about it or not."
His heart was stagnant, looking at her gentle face, where could he find the love, hate, sadness and joy that the reckless girl used to show on her face?
He didn't know what to say, a sorry sentence was too weak.
After a long silence, she was still waiting patiently for him to say, but he couldn't say a word after all, so he could only stand up slowly, take a deep look at her, and bow his hand to salute, "Farewell!"
She returned the gift, "No!"
He dragged a heavy footstep, slowly left the pavilion, and under the guidance of the servants, he went all the way out of the house.
The soft light in the pavilion shone on Miss Seven’s face. She sat down, still sitting in the same posture as before, and fixedly looking at the direction in which he disappeared. The quiet and shadowy corridor was quiet and timeless, but unexpectedly, A fierce face suddenly appeared.
She was shocked all over, and a big thorny smile was raised on her face, "Mother, don't sleep so late, how about listening to the corner?"
Madam Dingguo strode forward on crutches, her face fierce, and stared at her, "Is that him?"
"You an old lady, you can take care of your grandchildren with peace of mind. You are so generous!" Seventh girl stood up and stretched out her hand to help her.
Mrs. Dingguo slapped her hand off and asked fiercely, "Don't smile with me, is it him?"