Song Qiyue asked, she looked at him, and Mo Zhengyan looked at her, but there was a moment of silence. That silence, more like another answer, gave her the result.
"No, it's not just a acquaintance!" Before he could respond, Song Qiyue said again, "Cheng Qingning, she is your former girlfriend!"
After all, he spoke out, and didn't want to be patient anymore.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her with deep eyes.
"Are you thinking, why would I know?" Song Qiyue whispered, "Did I go to ask her and verify it? Don't worry, I haven't looked for her, and I haven't asked anything about it. I haven't Do it."
"But, I am a person, I am thinking and have my own judgment, so I will feel it." Song Qiyue said, her voice restrained, she said so, not to mention that he was sleeping The person on the pillow next to her made her notice the weird feeling even more.
Just after her voice, a breeze blew past. Not far away, He Sangsang was shouting, "Mr. Mo, Madam, have you put the locks on?"
But in the distance, they only saw that they were deadlocked, and the atmosphere was very strange.
Without waiting for He Sangsang to shout, Qi Jian grabbed her and turned to another place.
In the front, the stalemate continued.
The breeze blew by, and it was clear that the sun was shining on her body, and it was still slightly hot, but Song Qiyue felt a little cool.
Mo Zhengyan! say something! You speak!
Why don't you answer?
Why don't you admit it?
"Let you admit it, is it so difficult!" Song Qiyue squeezed her hand lightly, and asked again, but even she felt helpless.
His gaze came mottled in the patch of sunlight, and in the silence, he finally opened his mouth, "It's all from the past."
Finally, he answered, he admitted this past!
He said in a low voice and a careless tone, seemingly such relaxed words, but why, Song Qiyue only felt heavier, even at this moment he felt heavier even if he admitted it!
"If it's the past, then why don't you tell me, when you come to Nancheng and meet her, you can tell me, can't you?" Song Qiyue asked.
"It's not necessary." Mo Zhengyan whispered, still in such a gentle tone, "It is already in the past, there is no need to mention it."
Yes, it may not be necessary to mention it!
Song Qiyue also thought so, because he had had so many women, who knew, didn’t know, met occasionally, never met, and counted the past. In fact, there is really no need to have to. Tell the other person how many passages there have been in the past.
Was it really that important in the past? Here in Song Qiyue, she only thinks that it is the past, and she may miss it, but it is not missed, there may be some persistence, so she still believes it. You don't have to meet anyone, you just have to tell the other person who is whose predecessor, this is too much.
But, is it really just like this?
Song Qiyue's hand was so tight, she raised her eyes and said to him, "Is that so! Is it really like this!"
"If you think it's the past, it's no longer necessary, and you don't think it's important, then why not here?" Song Qiyue asked, at the moment they are standing by the lock bridge, standing on this boundary, "Tell me, Why is it not working here?"
"Is it because you've been here with her before, and have you bought a lock here?" Her voice was also focused, and she continued to ask, "Because there are memories of your past, don't you want to destroy it? That person is Cheng Qingning, she is, isn't it!"
"July..." he called.
"I just want you to tell me, have you bought a lock here? Have you bought it!" At this moment, she was almost blindly true, for this lock!
What a ridiculous thing!
But all he gave her was silence, endless silence, as if there was no answer.
Song Qiyue felt that she was really devilish, and the devilish herself would have to laugh, but her eyes were so serious, "I bought it once, and you don't have to be so embarrassed and reluctant to answer."
"I don't have to buy a lock here. I just came here to play. If I find it interesting, I want to buy one. Since you don't want to, then don't use it." Song Qiyue said, she turned around and went to Go another way.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her going back, his brows were furrowed, his eyes condensed deeply.
At one end of the bridge, Qi Jian and He Sangsang were waiting, and suddenly they saw Song Qiyue coming, followed by Mo Zhengyan behind her. But the two did not speak, the expressions on their faces and the invisible emotions can be felt, the place of disharmony, as if they had just had a fight!
"Madam Young..." He Sangsang shouted when he saw her.
But she was like a okay person, Song Qiyue smiled and asked her, "Sangsang, have you bought the lock?"
"Bought it." He Sangsang answered truthfully.
"That's good, let's go down." Song Qiyue pointed to the garden path that he had never walked and continued walking.
After visiting the garden, there was an unspeakable strange feeling. The two accompanying people noticed that they hadn't spoken any more. In the midst of this weirdness, finally came out from another exit, and the entire Yuqing Garden was visited again, and today's play was finally over.
On the return trip, back to Mo Mansion, the car was very quiet along the way.
That is really a torment.
Qi Jian drove the car, and He Sangsang did not speak, it was not that he didn't want to say a few words, but no one could be able to do this low pressure.
Slowly returning to the mansion, Song Qiyue smiled and greeted the servants before going upstairs.
Mo Zhengyan also followed.
"What's wrong with Mr. and Miss July?" Steward Yu is also a smart person, and she asked softly where he couldn't see the weirdness.
Qi Jian could only shake his head without knowing the situation, He Sangsang was also inexplicable.
Song Qiyue entered the room, she put down her shoulder bag and took off her coat. She heard footsteps and door openings, but not from her room, but from the next room. Although it was very light, she heard it, and he went into the study.
Song Qiyue put down her coat, picked up the blanket on the side, and wrapped it around her body.
It should be warm in the spring of April, and in normal times, the rooms in the mansion should also be warm. But now, even if he was wrapped in a blanket and basking in the sun, he still felt like the slight cold when he was in that garden.
Song Qiyue curled herself up in the reclining chair. She took out her phone and took out a picture of Yang Yang to look at it.
The child's innocent smile is on the screen, in her sight.
She looked at it, her finger touching the screen.
It's her child, and it's his. That little face is all his look, looking at Yangyang, it's like looking at him.
Song Qiyue's vision was blurred. She thought she had forgotten it, but only to realize that she always remembered, remembering his sad eyes that day, the eyes that moved her with a trace of sadness.
I even remember him saying: Because the one I love will never come back again.
This time, she never asked, but she didn't need to ask again.
Because the one he loved has returned.