It was an unfamiliar number, Yanliang picked it up: "Hello?"
The other party called her by the usual title: "Second Miss."
Yanliang gave a sudden pause: "Secretary Liu?"
Yanliang suddenly woke up from the dream.
On the ceiling in front of him, there was a ray of moonlight coming in from the gap in the curtains.
This ray of moonlight burned the chill from the melting snow outside into the supposedly warm room, causing Yan Liang to shiver involuntarily before recovering from the nightmare.
She sat up from the bed pressing her cramped temples, and before she could do anything else, a worried question came from her ear: "Did you sleep well?"
Yanliang's whole body froze, and after recovering, she turned her head to look, and saw that Jiang Yunan was also awake, leaning against the head of the bed and looking at her.
Jiang Yunan was an extremely light sleeper, she woke him up with just this little movement.
Yan Liang smiled and shook her head as an answer, then she went back to sleep holding the corner of the quilt, and as soon as she lay back on the bed, Jiang Yu Nan stretched out his arms and hugged her. The posture of embracing and falling asleep made Yan Liang unable to raise his head for a while, so he could only lower his eyes and lean on his chest, listening to him say: "What? Did you have a nightmare?"
"It's not a nightmare." In the dark room, no one could see the face of a woman lying, "I just thought of the scene of the funeral during the day."
"No wonder..." Jiang Yunan said with a sigh, taking advantage of the situation to hug her even tighter.
"No wonder what?"
"I woke up once before, and saw that although you were asleep, you frowned from time to time." The man's voice was so gentle, like a competent teacher, persuading her, "Get through this time, everything will get better."
Yan Liang finally couldn't help but look up at him.
This is a man who makes people feel astounded with just one glance, but at this moment he is quiet, gentle, undisciplined, and indifferent to the world. The heroic spirit and deterrent power exuded from the eyebrows... Yanliang once thought that she had understood him.
Yanliang closed her eyes, wanting to end the conversation, wanting to fall asleep right there, with a drowsy voice, she drifted away in the warm bedroom: "You don't understand... I haven't experienced the death of a loved one, so I wouldn't Understand how painful this pain can be."
Even if she hated her father for decades, after all...
Yan Liang turned around and was very quiet, even her breathing gradually eased, as if she was really asleep, but her eyes were still open, but the eyes were blank, without any emotion.
Looking at the woman's sideways back, Jiang Yunan subconsciously stretched out his hand, but stopped when his finger was about to touch her shoulder. After hesitating, he withdrew his hand silently, lying on his back like this, looking at nothing ceiling, eyes open until dawn.
The cold sun cut through the haze of the clouds, and at that moment, the sleepless night ended. Jiang Yunan turned his head to look at the woman who had been sleeping on her side all night, and got up lightly.
A new day started again, Jiang Yunan washed and changed clothes as usual, in the cloakroom, the broken full-length mirror had already been replaced with a brand new mirror without any cracks.
Jiang Yunan has long been used to standing in front of the mirror and wearing a tie while reminding himself in his heart: Jiang Yunan, you don't love her... you don't love her...
do not love…
This has almost become a curse, Jiang Yunan put on his tie and returned to the bedroom, his face remained expressionless, but when he saw the woman who was still sleeping on the bed, his eyes were slightly distressed and he didn't know it.
He returned to the bed and leaned over.
Who would know that the kiss between the eyebrows actually means...
sorry.
The footsteps became farther and farther away, until they could no longer be heard, Yan Liang opened his eyes, and almost at the same time as he opened his eyes, Yan Liang heard the soft closing of the entrance door.
This time was the rush hour for going to work, and the traffic in the urban area was very congested. However, because Yan Liang's car was traveling to the suburbs, it did not encounter congestion and arrived at the cemetery very smoothly.
After yesterday's funeral, she went to see Secretary Liu who had just returned to the city alone, and didn't even bother to take a look at the brand new tombstone.
The inscription under the epitaph reads: wife, Yanruiyun, Zhao Qingfang; daughter, Yanliang, Xu Ziqing.
Yanliang suddenly felt that the two names Yanruiyun and Zhao Qingfang together did not seem so dazzling. Yan Liang herself felt that this idea of hers was absurd, but no matter how absurd it was, it couldn't compare to the words "the dead are gone".
Yan Liang took out a photo from her bag.
The photo has been around for some time, and the corners are inevitably yellowed. Under the black and white image, standing and smiling are the original employees of the Xu family. In that era, a group of young people started their businesses in a relatively closed environment, including the young Secretary Liu, the man named Song Jinpeng, and Yan Liang's father naturally.
Xu Jinfu in the photo is so young. Compared with the one inlaid on the tombstone, his eyebrows and eyes are the same, but it is only the accumulation of decades of time.
At this very moment, Yan Liang, who was holding a photo in his hand, was standing quietly in front of Xu Jinfu's tombstone, looking at his father with gray temples in the photo of the tombstone, what echoed in his head was Secretary Liu's voice—
Second Miss, where did you hear about Song Jinpeng...
You don't really need to know these past events...
Second Miss, it's not that I don't want to say it, but it's really...
…
…
He is the creator of the formula of... Ya Yan. He was also your father's partner...
Shortly after the company was established, it encountered financial problems. Seeing that it was about to fail, Song Jinpeng wanted to split up with your father and intended to sell Yayan’s formula to foreign cosmetics companies, but your father quickly relied on Song Jinpeng’s hand. The Yayan formula in the book got your grandfather's investment. Because Yayan on our side went public first, the foreign cosmetics company suffered huge losses, so it demanded huge compensation from Song Jinpeng. After that... I never saw Song Jinpeng again...
Song Jinpeng's family? Second Miss, why are you asking this...
I'm really not sure about this...
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…
This photo is a group photo taken in front of the company when the company just opened. You see, we were still renting other people’s lattice shops at that time. The scale was so small and everyone was so young. I always thought that this photo The photo will accompany me to the coffin...
Yanliang lowered his head to look at these people in the photo, their smiles are so clear, they look particularly high-spirited, some things, if they are too clear, they will appear cruel, Yanliang raised his eyes from the black and white photo in his hand, and turned to look at the person on the tombstone. photo.
She said one word at a time: "Maybe I did a lot of sins in my previous life, so I will become your daughter in this life. But don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I will not let them bully the Xu family so badly." Miserable."
Yanliang stood there, in front of her father, tearing up the photos in her hands expressionlessly, and as soon as she opened her palms, the photos were blown away one by one by the cold wind, and drifted to an unknown distance. And she left without a word and without looking back.
The woman's high heels were stepping on the stone road down the mountain, not in a hurry, let alone flustered, accompanied by the sound of footsteps that seemed to be silently swearing, Yan Liang dialed Xu Ziqing's phone.
The phone went through.
Obviously Xu Ziqing knew it was her, so he habitually kept silent.
After confronting each other for so long, Yanliang found that this was really the first time she had talked on the phone with her half-sister calmly: "Xu Ziqing, I suddenly realized, what's the use of us fighting to the death like this? Taking advantage of the enemy in the dark, it will only end the entire Xu family in the end."
"..."
"..."
"You want to do this?" Xu Ziqing asked her clearly.
The author has something to say: I will fly to see my tutor tomorrow, because I am about to... take the postgraduate entrance examination. Well, less than a month away from the postgraduate entrance examination, I still have time to code here, I am a little unbelievable, embarrassing