The chaotic atmosphere was mixed with the memories that passed by. Song Qiyue couldn't sort it out at once, but he held her face and looked at her again and said, "That time, on the Seven-Star Building."
Song Qiyue completely understood what he was referring to.
It turned out to be referring to when she was taking him to tour Haicheng as a guide, and when he was in that building now and then, when he covered her eyes with his hands, Song Qiyue broke free and he even laughed and teased: Dear uncle, you are jealous!
But at that time, he didn't admit it, just relying on his elder status and even education: I was just telling my niece what should be done, what should not be done, what should be watched, and what should not be watched.
At this moment, it couldn't be clearer that Song Qiyue was stunned, her eyes became more and more stunned, but she became colder in an instant. Suddenly she smiled, but immediately, she raised her hand and slapped him!
Snapped--!
He slapped his face fiercely, without any hesitation!
Song Qiyue’s cold eyes were right, but Mo Zhengyan remained motionless. The confrontation was like two stone sculptures. Then she smiled and said, "Thank you for your belated confession, but please remember that some methods should not be used. Don’t think that I won’t do anything to you, and don’t think that you can do whatever you want without end!"
She used a nearly calm female voice, but it was so cold that it was almost freezing.
"Shhh." He gave a gentle reminder, "Shao Yu is asleep, and your voice will noisy him any more."
In such an embarrassing stalemate, Song Qiyue really didn't want to wake her son up, she pressed her lips together without making a sound, and suddenly raised her hand to wave him away, but he grasped it!
"Seeing that you are so thin and your strength is not small, it seems that your physical health should be good." Mo Zhengyan was not moved at all, and even said his own words, which is inexplicable.
The topic was in circles, and it seemed to return to the night before. He persistently asked her why she took good care of herself. Song Qiyue narrowed her eyes, "Of course, if you move again, you can try it."
"Do you think I dare?" Mo Zhengyan asked in a low voice. He lowered his head, there was a dangerous light, as if something was burning. "There is no one else here, alone or alone, staying together in one place. ."
"I didn't expect you to be so hungry now." Song Qiyue directly greeted him, "As long as it is a woman?"
Mo Zhengyan looked at her and said, "Actually, you want to say, I still have feelings for you?"
"With our identity, previous relationship, this kind of position, except for everything related to our son, should we die forever?" He asked in a low voice.
She had never wanted to talk to him more. At this moment, Song Qiyue was forced into a chair. She smiled and said, "I'm also very curious."
While staring, Song Qiyue said, "You mentioned the things in the past over and over again, and now you confess to me that you were jealous at that time. What do you mean by that."
"Finally you are willing to talk to me?" Mo Zhengyan said, his facial lines softened a bit, "What do you mean by me?"
Song Qiyue raised her mouth, "I'm not you, how would I know?"
"No," he said in a deep voice, denying her, "you know."
"A boring game for men." Song Qiyue had already defined it.
"If it's a game, then the time for this game is really long." Mo Zhengyan smiled slightly, his fingers touched her skin lightly, and the real touch was at the fingertips, giving him a sense of peace of mind, "You know , I have been thinking of you."
"In the past two years, it has been there all the time." He suddenly admitted, letting time freeze, Song Qiyue's eyes did not move, and Mo Zhengyan's voice was faint, "I am happy to see you coming back at the banquet. Let you move out of the hotel and live in the apartment in Hong Kong City, not only because of your son, but also because of myself. I want you to stay."
With her eyes condensed inside, Song Qiyue remembered this kind of gaze. Every time when she said those beautiful vows, her eyes were so clear and focused, as if it were true. "Does anyone say Yes, you are a good actor."
"Which actor can still be like you? When acting, you don't need to blink your eyes, and your lines are smooth and fluent, as if you are speaking from the heart. With such a good acting skill, it's a pity that you don't become an actor." Song Qiyue Again, in this respect, he is indeed superior.
"Really." He asked himself without moving his eyes. "I know you don't believe it, because you still remember everything I did to you."
"Once I was bitten by a snake, I was afraid of the well rope for ten years. It is normal not to believe it. And why should I believe it? To me, it is totally meaningless and unnecessary." Song Qiyue replied.
"How can it be meaningless? It's necessary." Mo Zhengyan's fingertips didn't force her fingertips, and she pressed her face tightly, "Because this means that you have never forgotten me."
Song Qiyue's smile dissipated a little, and he was still saying, "Always put me in your heart, always remember me."
"I haven't forgotten, and I don't want to let myself forget. You exist in my life. Why do I have to let myself forget?" Song Qiyue replied, "Remembering this thing is just in my heart. But I don’t remember you, it just happened to be in the memory warehouse."
"Thank you for being a part of my memory, otherwise life should be as plain as water." She said softly to him, the light in her eyes shining like stars, "Thank you too, without you, there would be no Shaoyu, no current I."
But it hurt Mo Zhengyan's eyes suddenly, and Song Qiyue said in silence, "If I'm finished talking, can I leave?"
"Memories are good," he said again, his big hands pressed against her outline, "It's better to have memories than no memories."
His breath pressed over, speaking messy and indulgent words, Song Qiyue's eyes were cold, and he finally got up, the smile spread, as if satisfied and got the answer he wanted, saying "good night" Turn around and leave.
Song Qiyue decided to sit there for a while, and she went to wash and take a shower. Shimizu slid down her cheeks, but it seemed that there was still somebody's breath left, and she asked her to wipe it with a towel. While drying his hair, he walked into the bedroom, and his son was sleeping Zhengxiang.
That simple little face, reflecting someone's appearance, floats in front of my eyes.
In the next room, there was a cold shower in the bathroom, without any heat, flowing down the man's body. Mo Zhengyan took a bath, as if to calm the restlessness in his body, wrapped in a bathrobe, he sat back to that position, the light in the next room went out, and the night was deep again.
Shao Yu has been in Haicheng for a few days. Once the weekend is over, Mo Zhengyan will take him back to Hong Kong on Monday. Although he has asked for leave at school, it is not good to be out all the time. In the morning, I was late for the transcript. Song Qiyue sent Shao Yu away, but he was only at the door of the hotel, because Shao Yu said, "Mom, you go to the company. Dad and I are going home."
"Good." Song Qiyue smiled.
"Mom, when are you coming back?" The child asked again.
"Quickly, in these two days, my mother will tell you before he comes back." The child nodded as he warned.
Saying goodbye to the hotel entrance, Song Qiyue watched them leave. It was the figure of the son waving his hand, disappearing from the field of vision.
In the new week, Song Qiyue stayed in Haicheng for a few more days. He rushed to adjust all the matters and ended. Finally on Wednesday, it was over. This time the project mission was also perfectly concluded, and she could leave. Up. In another meeting, no objections were raised, so the meeting ended.
Here Song Qiyue is about to leave, Song Jinzhi arrives, "Let's have a meal?"
"It's too late, I'm going to the airport soon." Song Qiyue replied.
"So anxious?" Song Jinzhi was surprised. He couldn't speak for a moment. The reunion two years later, too many unknowns and too many changes, everything is not like before. I saw Song Qiyue smile, but he insisted, "Then I will send you there!"
At this time, Song Xiangwan knocked on the door again, and saw that they were all there. She raised the document in her hand, "I forgot to take this one."
One of Song Jin saw that they still had something to talk about, so they didn't stay much, and quickly retreated out. Song Qiyue took over Song Xiangwan's file. She looked at it and said, "The marks are very clear, and the rest will be contacted later."
Song Xiangwan naturally didn't have any comments, but she hadn't left after the talks were over here.
"Is there anything else?" Song Qiyue asked.
"No." Song Xiangwan paused, and Song Qiyue replied, "Then Director Song, my plane will leave in the afternoon. Manager Song just said that he would send me a ride."
She was about to leave, coming to Haicheng in such a hurry, Song Xiangwan still held some words in her heart, and did not say anything for a long time. While hesitating, Song Xiangwan got up, she confronted Song Qiyue who was finishing the official documents, and stood there with her lips pressed tightly.
As soon as Song Qiyue looked up, and saw Song Xiangwan still there, she stopped asking questions, just looked at her.
Song Xiangwan seemed to have plucked up the courage, so she spoke, "I..." she said to her lips, but she didn't know how to say it, so she could only repeat the word, "I..."
Just a moment later, Song Qiyue said, "What are you trying to tell me, business?"
"No!"
"That's a private matter? I don't plan to go to Song's house again before leaving."
"I know, I don't want you to have to go..." Song Xiangwan's hand was clenched into a fist, "I just want to tell you, I want to tell you..."
"Do you want to say sorry or sorry?" Song Qiyue asked, she said directly, let Song Xiangwan settle down.
Her reaction was too straightforward, and Song Qiyue understood it all, "When we were young, every time we quarreled and asked you to apologize to me, you were like that. I couldn't say anything."
Song Xiangwan also remembered, and he didn't know what was going on. When facing Song Qiyue, he couldn't say anything before. Perhaps it was his arrogant pride that didn't allow him to fail.
Now, even if she was pierced by her, she would no longer feel embarrassed. Instead, she was released. Song Xiangwan said, "I'm sorry."
"Why do you want to apologize to me?" Song Qiyue asked, "Is it because you entangled me endlessly on this project? Or because of the things that you and Su He did better in the past?"
Song Xiangwan replied, "Both."
"You are indeed very annoying on the project, but it is inevitable in the mall. It is understandable, so you don't need to apologize." Song Qiyue said softly, "As for the past, your apology should not be told to me."
Song Xiangwan remembered the time when Zhou Suhe came to Song's house to apologize, and later heard from his mother that Song Qiyue answered him like this—
"The person you should apologize to is not me." At such a moment, she said the same.
Song Xiangwan no longer was punished to kneel in the east hall that day, but stood in front of her, Song Qiyue said, "Ask yourself, if you are sorry for yourself, and what is wrong."
Song Xiangwan was startled, Song Qiyue had already carried the briefcase, "I'm leaving."
She had passed by, and Song Xiangwan was facing this empty office, unable to be herself for a long time.
"Manager Song sent Director Song to the airport." The secretary entered the report of the General Manager's Office. Song Lianheng heard it, and he responded, "Go out."
In Haicheng Airport, Song Jinzhi had to be separated when he arrived in the lobby. Seeing Song Qiyue waved to enter the security check, he called her, "Sister Qiyue!"
As soon as Song Qiyue's pace stopped, Song Jinzhi still said, "Come home when I am free."
In front of Song Jinzhi was Song Qiyue's smiling face. She waved and said, "You get married and I will be there."
At the entrance of the security checkpoint, Song Jinzhi watched Song Qiyue go further and further, but she didn't know when the next return date would be.
Arriving in Hong Kong in the evening, Song Qiyue appeared in Shao Yu's school. She quietly walked to the door of the classroom, looked into the classroom, and saw her son and children sitting together, they were singing. That boy's voice is soft, very nice, so touching.
Until the child sang, Teacher Ru turned his head and found Song Qiyue, and Shao Yu also saw her.
The child ran over happily, "Mom, why are you back?"
"Mom will come back when she is done."
"Then why don't you tell me?"
"Because mom wants to surprise you too."
Seeing their mother and son smiling and talking in the corridor, Mr. Ru also smiled while standing in the classroom.
Picking up his son from school, Song Qiyue drove his car and planned to take his son to dinner. When he called, it was Zhou Suhe. He asked over there, "What are you doing?"
"I just picked up my son, now I'm going to eat."
"Are you back to Hong Kong City?"
"En." Song Qiyue answered, she replied, "I'm driving, so it's not convenient to talk."
"Find me when you are free."
"it is good."
...
At night, the Hong Kong city was filled with neon lights, and the bar was even more noisy, but in a corner of the bar, it was Jingyi. Someone was sitting at the bar in the music bar, and the space on the side was vacated as if they were waiting for someone. But after a while, when someone arrives, the handsome man will naturally attract attention.
"Here." Fan Haiyang turned his head and said.
Zhou Suhe sat down and ordered a glass of wine, and the two sat in this bar again, "Why did you call me out today?"
"The Gang City project, the follow-up on Huishen's side has ended, and the rest is their business." Fan Haiyang replied.
"It turned out to be here to say goodbye to me." Zhou Suhe understood what he meant.
The two met for a drink, and Fan Haiyang said, "The previous things were not handled properly at the beginning. Anyway, they can be resolved satisfactorily, thanks to you."
"It has nothing to do with me." Zhou Suhe responded.
"If you don't resolutely let go, it's still a mess," he replied.
"Are you here to find the fault, or come to me for a drink?" Zhou Suhe asked rhetorically.
Fan Haiyang stopped teasing, he said again, "Really, this kind of result is the best."
Zhou Suhe was also silent. This was indeed a good result. He also agreed. Fan Haidao on the side said, "I heard that I went back to Hong Kong City today in July. Didn't you go to find her?"
"She has her own things to do." Zhou Suhe replied, but the faint tone was all about maintenance.
Fan Haiyang couldn't understand it anymore. "Have you and her reconciled?"
"We are the same as before." Zhou Suhe's answer was even more ambiguous.
It’s just the same as before. Doesn’t that mean it’s not good at all? Fan Haiyangdao, "I think she has changed a lot when she comes back this time. Others don't understand her personality. You should know it best. Since there is no result, what are you still doing here?"
Zhou Suhe has stayed in Hong Kong City in recent days and even opened an office directly in Hong Kong City to handle company affairs in Hong Kong City. But between him and Song Qiyue, they weren't the lovers who reunited in a broken mirror. Fan Haiyang didn't understand why he insisted on staying.
Zhou Suhe put down his wine glass, surrounded by lights, he whispered, "I didn't want to have a result. It doesn't matter if she sees me or not, it's her business."
In a word, he didn’t clearly state his intentions, but Fan Haiyang still understood. As long as Song Qiyue stays in Gangcheng, then he won’t leave. He will stay here and watch her accompany her from a distance. she was. Even if it exists like air.
Fan Haiyang was silent for a while, he picked up the wine glass and touched it, but there was a hint of sympathy.
Perhaps love has always been a matter of one person.
And falling in love is a matter of two people.
Haicheng Song's family is about to fall asleep at night, but Father Song is still in the study. I learned from his mother that Song Xiangwan took water and pills to knock on the door, "Dad, it's time to take medicine."
Song Zhongchuan took the medicine, and Song Xiangwan asked him to drink water again. She said, "Dad, it's already late. Let me help you go back to your room to sleep."
Song Zhongchuan didn't move, he just asked, "Jin Zhi said, she has already returned to Hong Kong City."
"Yes, Dad." Song Xiangwan answered, Song Zhongchuan didn't say much, he just nodded. After a while of silence, Song Zhongchuan asked, "You and Su He, have you made it clear?"
"En." Song Xiangwan responded softly.
"Think about it clearly?"
"En." Since Song Qiyue was imprisoned, Song's father hadn't taken the initiative to mention everything about Zhou Suhe with her. This was the first time that Song Xiangwan looked at his father with white temples and his nose was sore.
She looked at her father and said, "Dad, I was wrong."
Fan Haiyang arrived in Haicheng the next day, and was no longer sent to Hong Kong. He returned naturally to celebrate. Song Xiangwan said, "A dinner party!"
"Miss, I just came back, shouldn't you invite guests to pick up the wind for me?" Fan Haiyang asked with a smile.
At night, when he got off work, he was delayed by some things. It was already nine o'clock after working overtime. Fan Haiyang drove Song Xiangwan away and drove around on the road, but didn't know where he was going. Seeing a lot of night markets along the street, Song Xiangwan thought suddenly, "Why don't we go to Haida?"
Haida’s night market is still the same as before. Those stalls have small tents. The owner may have already changed people, but the stall will always be there. I found a table and sat down and ordered two dishes at random. Fan Haidao said, "I remember, you never come to the night market."
"Are you trying to say that July is the one who likes to come here?" Song Xiangwan asked.
"Song Qiyue, she likes lively." Fan Haiyang replied.
"Actually, I also love fun." Song Xiangwan said, "It's just that I didn't say it."
The evening breeze is breezy, people are all around, and there are people singing with the wheat in the distance, and there is a wave of excitement. Although it is midsummer, Haida has already had summer vacation, but there are still many students who have not yet cooled off the university heat wave.
"I found out, so every time you can't say to go, but you always go." Fan Haidao.
"Are you trying to say two-faced?" Song Xiangwan raised his eyebrows.
"I don't mean that."
"That's not what it means, what does that mean?" Song Xiangwan smiled, "I'm already very two-faced."
"Perhaps, you probably just don't want to be like Song Qiyue." Fan Haiyang said.
After drinking a glass of wine, whether it was the alcohol or the familiarity in this Haidali, Song Xiangwan asked, "Do you know clownfish?"
"do not know."
"In fact, fish are all the same, but they always envy others." Song Xiangwan said, "From childhood to adulthood, no matter what I do, exams, competitions, I have always been first, and I must be better than July. She didn't say anything. Wrong, I want to have what she has, and I want to have what she doesn’t. I don’t know what’s going on, maybe I’m crazy."
"It's not crazy, it's normal, and I have had it." Fan Haiyang replied.
"you?"
"Of course, I sometimes envy others."
"Really, everyone is the same." Song Xiangwan poured another glass of wine and drank most of it. She smiled but said vaguely, "When she left yesterday, I went to her office and I paid Without speaking, she asked me if I came to her to apologize and say I'm sorry. She said that every time I apologized when I was a child, I couldn't open my mouth like this. Unexpectedly, she knew me so well."
"I'm going to apologize," Song Xiangwan's vision was blurred, and Fan Haiyang looked at her, "I owe her an sorry. But she said that I should apologize not to her. She asked me to ask myself if I am sorry. What is wrong with myself."
"I thought about it," the female voice dispersed, and Fan Haiyang heard her say, "I was wrong."
"Then what's wrong with you?" Fan Haiyang asked.
Thinking of the past, Song Xiangwan was slightly stunned to recall.
She smiled like this, with regrets in her freedom and ease, but it is impossible to start again in this life, "I'm just thinking, why didn't I say."
Inside the dim night, the night sky over the sea is a deep blue.
As the car drove back to Song's house, Song Xiangwan closed his eyes in the back seat and fell asleep. It seemed as if I had a dream in the confusion, all returning to the young age. When in that classroom, the girl turned around and said to her: Xiang Wan, let me tell you, I like Su He.
She was reading a book at the time, and when she heard that she froze there, but when she saw her waved to leave, she was no longer silent and watched her go.
Everything in the dream was like a film replay. This time she didn't hesitate anymore, but called her: July!
The girl looked at her, and she said to her: Actually, I like him too.