At the end of the meal, Lin Jishen called and asked Ding Qingyan to go to the movies, so she left early.
Mr. Ding was still talking on the phone outside the private room.
At the big round dining table, only Mr. Da and Su Yi were left. Su Yi ate very slowly, but before Mr. Da could finish eating, she could no longer eat. Hiccup... She had already eaten two bowls of rice and two bowls of soup tonight. If she ate any more, her stomach would explode.
In this case, she could only take the napkin to wipe her mouth, and then she looked up and saw the master looking at her with a smile.
Su Yi was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'm done, sir, you take your time."
"Yeah." Mr. Da nodded and continued to eat slowly and gracefully. After a while, he finally put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm done."
Su Yi's eyebrows lit up with joy and he stood up, "Then... I'll go back first." Having a meal with elders is somewhat tormenting, especially with elders you don't know very well.
"It's still early, let's go for a walk together."
"ah?"
The butler next to him had already handed over the hat. Mr. Da took it, lowered his eyes and put it on, looking like an elegant nobleman from the Republic of China era.
He walked to the door, and seeing that Su Yi had not followed, he turned his head and asked warmly, "Aren't you going together?"
Su Yi thought for a few seconds, then stood up and followed.
The two walked along the riverside road.
The master looked at the setting sun above his head, then looked at the scenery on the roadside. He raised his cane and didn't know if he was talking to Su Yi or himself. "In the 1970s, this was a movie theater."
Su Yi looked in the direction where he was speaking. On the opposite side of the river was a row of dilapidated two- and three-story arcades. No one lived there now, but they were not to be demolished. They were a national intangible cultural heritage and were quite valuable.
Mr. Da said, "Your mother and I watched a movie here."
Su Yi looked up at him. The master was very tall, about 1.8 meters. Su Yi looked up and asked with clear eyes, "Are you and my mother good friends?"
"Yeah." The great gentleman nodded. Su Yi thought he had something to say, but in the end, he said nothing. He only lowered his eyelids slightly when the sunset completely darkened. The smile in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by silent desolation.
Su Yi stood behind him, feeling the wind and watching the sunset together.
She thought he had something to tell her, but he seemed to feel it was not the right time and did not speak.
*
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when Lan Fuchu returned to the Sea Gate. He had drunk some wine and his head felt a little heavy.
Loosening his tie, he walked upstairs, subconsciously wanting to find Su Yi first before he could feel at ease.
There are two wall lamps on in the master bedroom.
Lan Fuchu pushed the door open and walked in. His gaze paused on her for a moment, then moved to the wine glass she placed casually on the bookshelf. There was a big ice ball in it, tequila... His brows frowned silently.
Su Yi was wearing a cotton nightgown with large clusters of carnations embroidered on the hem. She was leaning against a row of bookshelves, her head slightly lowered, concentrating her mind, quietly reading the book in her hands.
The light shone on her exquisite silhouette. Her calves were even and white as snow, emitting a faint and gentle light.
"Reading a book?" His low voice sounded in my ears.
Su Yi held the book and glanced sideways, feeling the heat in his eyes, picked up the wine glass at hand and took a sip, "I'm drinking and reminiscing about my youth."
Hearing this, his eyebrows twitched, and he walked over and looked at her with very light pupils.
Su Yi asked: "Would you like to drink?"
She thought he would refuse as usual, but he looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "Okay, I'll accompany you."
Su Yi sniffed his shirt and laughed, "You drank today too?"
"Yeah, there was a dinner party and we had a few drinks."
"I see you've drunk quite a bit, your face is all red." He said, holding up the book and the wine glass, "Let's go, I've put the wine in front of the French window, we'll drink there."
She walked around him and went ahead.
Through the light, Lan Fuchu silently looked at her back, and for a moment, he wanted to walk over and hug her.
(End of this chapter)