Yang Zhi was slightly surprised, "How did you know it was a woman?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Men simply have a grudge against romance, I understand."
Yang Zhi was furious when he heard this. After a while, he said: "Mosquito, the person he was waiting for will never show up. When that woman died, she died here, in the room where Mr. Yi paid rent for 50 years." ."
Yang Zhi thought Xiaowen would scream, and even Xiaowen herself thought so. However, she had no reaction at all. She was so shocked that she was speechless. After a long time, she asked quietly: "Azhi, why is it 50 years?"
Yang Zhi whispered: "Because after 50 years, he can no longer walk, or maybe he has already gone to look for her."
Xiaowen suddenly reached out and hugged Yang Zhi... Fortunately, that person was still by her side.
"That woman is his lover?" Xiaowen asked cautiously.
"His wife."
Xiaowen felt as if there was a stone stuck in her throat, and it didn't disappear until she heard Yang Zhi's answer. In her heart, this feeling should be given to her wife, not anyone else.
"By the way, Azhi, there is something very strange, but I have never been able to figure out where it is."
Yang Zhi was also curious, "Tell me."
"Youyan and I are similar in age, right?"
Yang Zhi nodded.
"Then why does Mr. Yi pay so much attention to Youyan?" she asked slowly.
*
Neither Xiaowen nor Yang Zhi knew that Mr. Yi was not actually named Yi, but his name was Lu Hongyi. However, many years ago, there was a person who always liked to call him A Yi. At the place where that person died, he followed her preference and called himself Mr. Yi.
Time has passed. This small hotel has been decorated several times over the years, but only this room has retained its original appearance. Lu Hongyi sat upright on the bed and looked at every furnishing in the room.
Opposite the bed is an old TV, and on the small coffee table next to it are old-fashioned thermos bottles and cups. The curtains have faded, leaving only mottled patterns, and the original colors can no longer be seen. But if his wife and daughter were here, he thought, they would recognize the original beauty.
His wife's name is Chi Zheng.
Before marrying him, she was the most famous talented painter in the country. Once he put down his paintbrush, he washed his hands and made soup.
The window was opened slightly, the wind blew the curtains, and the vast mountains were visible outside the window. This room has a unique view, you can see Ruqin Lake. That pool of pure water is like a pool of tears.
More than ten years ago, had she sat in the same position, looked at the scenery outside, and then sketched a painting to remember the passing of time.
The corners of his eyes gradually became moist.
He comes from a noble family and has served as a diplomat. He plays a word game and seeks to be able to write words like pearls, have fragrant clothes and a shadow on his temples. He can talk and laugh happily and be invisible. This is the most basic skill. But no matter how much time passed, whenever he thought of her, he would still feel pain, and his dry eyes would still shed tears.
He stood up and turned off the lights, letting his memories drag him into the deep sea.
Not too far from the Yuezhao Pine Forest, there is a Lushan Cinema. The theater has been playing a movie called "Lushan Love". I don’t know how long this movie will be played.
The moonlight was quiet and beautiful. In front of the cinema, he kissed her lips and proposed to her.
No matter how good her painting skills were, she was still like an ordinary girl that year, with watery eyes. She said tremblingly, Ayi, I shouldn't have promised you, but...
What she didn't say was that he understood. He hugged her tightly, regardless of whether she could understand the treasure hidden between his brows and eyes. He said, Zheng, I don't care about the length of your time, I want my wife to be you, year after year, day after day.
"Please forgive my selfishness." Chi Zheng cried.
That was the first time he saw her tears.
In fact, he is the selfish one. She was originally a butterfly flying in this world, and her natural flaws made her even more beautiful. Because it is short, it is beautiful. But he captured her and didn't know how to cherish her.
At that time, he was the most eye-catching star in the diplomatic field and she was the most eye-catching star in the painting circle. Maybe they were both too young for love.
I remember that day, it was the first time they quarreled after their marriage, the last time, and the only time in their lives. He threw the letter hard into her face, "Why did you hide it from me?"