What I smell in my nose is the scent of books and ink in this library. Song Qiyue's heart is peaceful, so through her eyes, you can see her unmoved, "Cheng Qingning, he may be in your heart An unattainable existence, he is as sacred to you as the Tianshan Mountains, but to me, it is not worth mentioning, and you are not used to tell me this."
"Two years ago, I was ill. I was doing psychotherapy in the hospital. I didn’t have anything to do. I asked him to send me some books, and he would send me some books every day. The books I read replaced a batch of books. Another batch." Cheng Qingning slowly talked about that period of hospitalization. "Every time I read those books, I feel that he and I are still in Nancheng, Nancheng No. 1 Middle School."
"The camphor tree in Nancheng is very good. I asked him to plant a tree for me in the yard. I heard from the housekeeper of Nancheng Mansion that this camphor tree has been planted for ten years, but it has not bloomed. That day. I was in the mansion and saw the last blooming camphor. "In October, there is no camphor in Hong Kong, but the fragrance of flowers faintly wafted outside the window.
Everything was brought together, as if he came to the mansion in Nancheng, Cheng Qingning said, "The camphor, which hasn't bloomed in ten years, finally opened. I once told him that when the flowers are all over, I will go see it together. That day , I finally waited for the flowers to bloom, and I was very happy to call him."
"But my happiness, compared with him, he is much calmer. I heard Guanjia Yu say that he had known that the camphor tree in the yard was blooming, because he planted it by himself, so when it bloomed, Guanjia Yu I told him immediately. What did you know after he heard the news that the flowers bloomed?" Cheng Qingning stopped and asked.
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows, "Of course he is not happy."
At that time, all his thoughts were on Cheng Qingning, how could he be unhappy after waiting for the tree to bloom for ten years.
Cheng Qingning smiled, "I thought it was, but he was not surprised at all. He told Steward Yu that the flowers would always thank you. On the phone that day, he was also very calm when talking to me like this. He said that the tree is always It will bloom."
Cheng Qingning's passion was really extinguished by the cold water at that time, and it was really empty. "He hasn't cared anymore. It's just me."
"He said it's not bad, it's the law of nature to bloom and bloom." Song Qiyue said lightly.
"After I returned to Hong Kong from a business trip from Nancheng, I asked someone to let him come back. At that time, I told him that I was going to move out of the mansion." Cheng Qingning's decision was made immediately. Once he made up his mind, I didn't want to hesitate. "He didn't keep me anymore. My condition has stabilized and I should live on my own."
"The next day, I packed up my things and left, and the servants in the mansion helped me organize them together." Cheng Qingning said softly, "Those are his books, I didn't take them away. I just saw a vase on the table suddenly. The jade-white vase is transparent and beautiful, and the calla lilies are still in full bloom."
"I think the flower blooms very beautifully. I can't help but touch it." Cheng Qingning still felt the touch at that time, but it was an instant awakening, "He Tezhu told me that this vase belongs to young people. Madam’s."
The jade-white vase suddenly appeared in front of Song Qiyue's eyes. It was the vase she deliberately selected because of the flowers he bought. Chu Yan was still thinking that she was a nympho, and Cheng Qingning’s faintly heard from her ears. The voice, "Because it belongs to the young lady, so I can't take it away."
Chu Yan said: Song Qiyue! I warn you, don't hug you on the bed when you sleep!
She also said: Song Qiyue! You lunatic!
No one understands the meaning of that vase like Song Qiyue, what is it--
"I only found out thoroughly that you have been there all the time." The soundless spread and soaking is even more shocking than yelling and arguing around all the time. Cheng Qingning realized at that moment, "The mansion's The young lady is you and will never be me. You are the hostess there."
"Even if he visits me every day and buys calla lilies every day, the vase is still in the ward. He comes every day and sees it every day, and I see it every day." Cheng Qingning did not understand at the time. But after two years of calming down, some details that she didn't pay attention to before became more clear, even if she didn't want to admit it, but the fact is like this, "He has always been sober, and the person who is not sober is me."
"He is a dream to me." Cheng Qingning's eyes were faint, and his voice was faint. "A very distant dream."
When she met as a young girl, she never thought that the outcome between them would be like this. However, Cheng Qingning understands after all, "Dreams will wake up, and people will always wake up. I just understand it now. Although it's a bit late, I still understand."
What kind of dreams, what kind of sobriety, Song Qiyue smiled, "If it is a dream, then you must be a sweet dream, I am a nightmare."
"You just don't believe it, he is sincere to you." Cheng Qingning condensed her eyes.
Song Qiyue asked with a smile, "Believe it or not, is it still important now?"
"What's more, what are your intentions when you are here to tell me this? Are you guilty or regretful?" Song Qiyue looked at her directly, and now it is no longer the time when she was tolerant and completely ignored, and there is no need to hide those emotions. , "Or, do you want to make your conscience better?"
"Perhaps all." Cheng Qingning responded, guilty and regretful of the conscience, everything is there, she solemnly said, "But there is no way to change, I tell you this now, I just want you to know what you didn't see. one side."
"You know that in the summer after you were released from prison, in September of that year, he came to Nancheng." Cheng Qingning asked suddenly.
Song Qiyue naturally didn't know, Cheng Qingning went on to say, "The library in Nancheng, the one near No. 1 Middle School, he asked me to meet there."
It's that library, and the trails on both sides are superbly growing camphor trees, which are probably full of flowers and fruits in September.
"I had already returned to Nancheng at that time, and he suddenly contacted me, which surprised me. I went, and I arrived first, waiting for him in the library." That was the first time Cheng Qingning arrived after so many years. That library, everything is as old there. She couldn't help digging through the books that she had borrowed before, but she couldn't find them anymore. I asked the old curator, and the curator told her that the old books were too dilapidated and she was not willing to resell them, so they all donated them to schools in remote areas.
The testimony of the year seemed to cease to exist, only the library was still standing. Cheng Qingning was there until Mo Zhengyan arrived, "I asked him how he thought of looking for me. You don’t know, after you got out of prison, he looked like a man It's like a machine, working day and night. When I saw him that day, his complexion was not very good."
"He said he had something to give me." Cheng Qingning said slowly, and the staggered memory was connected at the time. "The day he moved from the mansion in Hong Kong City, he said to me that after I was busy for a while, he had something on hand. The project is over, and he has something for me."
"I just didn't expect that I waited for a long time, and I almost forgot about it myself." Cheng Qingning said, she asked, "Do you know what he gave me?"
Song Qiyue also didn't know, she just seemed to be listening to someone's story, "The cardboard box contains the photos I took before. At that time, I took a lot of photos. I stayed with him and didn't have time to take it away. There is that scroll, which is my self-portrait, and it was also returned to me."
"There is also an O-Serie, 107, 1923 camera." Cheng Qingning said intently.
The camera of 1923 seemed to freeze the memory into a film, and suddenly thought of something, no longer a bystander, Song Qiyue remembered the attic again, the photos plastered in the attic, and the real portrait of the lens. And the sky-high price camera displayed in the glass cabinet.
Song Qiyue smiled and said, "I have seen it before, and I thought at that time, it must be for you. Isn't it good to return the thing to its original owner?"
"How can I ask for a camera of 450,000 euros?" Cheng Qingning asked.
"Why can't, as long as he is willing to give, you don't have to refuse." Song Qiyue replied.
"It's not mine, of course I can't ask for it."
"He just kept it for you, and he will definitely try to get you to accept it."
That’s his style. It’s so strong that it doesn’t leave any room for it. Song Qiyue had already guessed, and she said, Cheng Qingning said in the next second, “He said, if you think it’s too expensive to collect, can you exchange something with me and use this camera ."
"Of course it was replaced." Song Qiyue replied.
"Do you know, he asked me what to change?" Cheng Qingning was watching her closely.
The light made Song Qiyue stunned, she said fearlessly, "Anything is good, anyway, his purpose is not to exchange, but to give you the camera."
"That year Nancheng Huangting Garden, that butterfly jewelry box--!" Cheng Qingning seemed to be pressed in her heart for too long, and she was almost overwhelmed. At this moment, they all said that it was so happy, "Do you know why Do you want to change this with me?"
At the library in Nancheng that day, the wind blew to her ears, and Cheng Qingning heard Mo Zhengyan say: Could you give me the jewelry box that you gave you on your birthday
Butterfly jewelry box!
Song Qiyue had long lost the impression of the jewelry box, but when he remembered, he would think of Cheng Qingning. She liked butterflies, but why did he use it in exchange at that time? Suddenly, the messy couldn't figure it out, but the heart twisted.
Song Qiyue said intently, "I chose the jewelry box. It doesn't matter. He wants to give you his treasured camera even more."
"You said it, but it's not!" Cheng Qingning's female voice covered it, "He bought the camera back then, but you did choose the jewelry box! It is because you chose it, so he asked I want to go back! Because that is what you chose, and the only thing that remains in the hands of others after you leave!"
Why is that jewelry box? It just happened to be the jewelry box that I couldn't even think of! No matter what Cheng Qingning was doing, he wouldn't make such an assumption, but he just asked her for it.
"You walked thoroughly and left nothing, but he was not reconciled, and he was reluctant to leave things about you to anyone, so even if it is a jewelry box, even if it is something that has already been given to others, he I have to go back!" Cheng Qingning's voice trembled again, and his emotions were obviously agitated.
"That day, he looked at me with those eyes, he begged me, can you give it to him, give it to him." Cheng Qingning stopped breathing, "I have never seen him like this, when will you see him? Have him been like this? If this doesn't prove that his heart for you is true, then how can I prove it?"
Song Qiyue was sitting there, her face remained motionless, and she also had a faint smile, as if nothing could stir her emotions.
What jewelry box, what pleading, these are really ridiculous, too ridiculous!
"Heh." Song Qiyue laughed, and the long smile that was almost a sigh made Cheng Qingning's eyebrows constricted, "You are here now, tell me how sincere and true he is to me."
"Do you think I am sorry for him?" Song Qiyue asked, but Cheng Qingning did not dare to respond because it was impossible to identify it in the world of emotions.
The next moment, Song Qiyue asked, and the female voice was cold, "Then I ask you, is it true that one person’s sincerity is to send another person to court?"
Cheng Qingning was stunned suddenly, and then anxiously asked, "When will he send you to court? It's not because of you..."
"I betrayed him?" Song Qiyue asked again, and was shocked again with a question, "If I said I didn't!"
If she didn’t, if she didn’t... Cheng Qingning was stunned and suddenly unable to imagine, Song Qiyue smiled and said, "If I didn’t, the situation would still be like this at the time. He and I will correct each other in court. His sincerity will always be there. Under the power family business, I can't afford his sincerity, nor can I afford it."
"When a person is needed, this person does not show up. When the time passes, no matter how good this person is, everyone in this world says that this person is good, but it is of no avail. Because at the moment that person needed it most, he did not show up. I don't need to show up again from now on!" She said absolutely and thoroughly, just like the last moment in the court, that kind of despair was simply from her bones.
Cheng Qingning was shocked when she heard it, as if her heart was silent at the time, she slowly returned to her senses and asked, "Song Qiyue, did you do this at the time? Are you here for revenge?"
"Cheng Qingning, why don't you ask Li Chengyi why he tried his best to protect you at the time." Song Qiyue smiled faintly, "Ask him again, if you really did this at the time, what would he do."
After all, Song Qiyue got up and stopped staying. She put the book she took back to the original place, and walked away.
Cheng Qingning sat there, the scent of ink and calligraphy that came out of her nose seemed to completely envelop her.
After a while, Cheng Qingning and the dean came down while talking and laughing, but they heard a familiar male voice in the corridor, "Are they gone?"
"Yes, the teachers and children in the school have already left." The school worker replied.
Cheng Qingning turned his head and saw a profile that was also familiar. The person's eyes also looked over, and it was Mo Zhengyan who met him.
"Dean, that's my friend, I'll go over." Cheng Qingning said, she walked forward.
The hospital worker on the side also left, and Mo Zhengyan turned and looked at her, "Why are you here."
"I'll take a look and get to know the dean here." Cheng Qingning didn't say much, but asked again, "Are you here to find her? It should be gone, the performance is over."
"I see." Mo Zhengyan responded, but he thought of it by analogy, "Have you met her?"
"Of course." Cheng Qingning replied, "right here, of course I will meet, still in the library, sitting together for a while."
Knowing this, Mo Zhengyan said, "What did you talk about?"
"What do you think we talked about?" Cheng Qingning asked back, Mo Zhengyan's eyes grew darker, "What did you say to her?"
Really keen, just a little bit, as if guessing everything she said, Cheng Qingning said, "I told her, you returned my things to me, also told her, you take a camera, to change That butterfly jewelry box."
Mo Zhengyan condensed his eyebrows instantly. Those two deep, long eyebrows were so tight that they seemed to touch something that shouldn’t be touched. That’s why he showed this emotion at this moment, but it took a long time to squeeze it out. In one word, "You--!"
It was really anxious, so after a word, there was no sound.
"Sorry, I never asked if you should say it, but I still said it." Cheng Qingning apologized, "But I think we should tell her, let her know what you think, how you do it, and Let her know what you feel for her."
"What do you know!" Mo Zhengyan said coldly.
"I don't know what is going on between you, but I only know that you haven't forgotten her, you have been thinking about her." Cheng Qingning replied.
Xu was anxious, and Mo Zhengyan was even colder, "You don't know anything!"
"I know." At this moment, Cheng Qingning was so affirmed.
There are things that others don't know, but she has seen them. At the banquet held by Long Yuan a few days ago, Cheng Qingning ran into a conversation between two people at that corner.
Some distance away, and another corner, she was sorting her skirt inside at the time, because she accidentally stepped on the hem of the skirt, so she slipped a little, and she sorted it here alone. When she got out of order, she heard the movement not far away, and her pace slowed down. She was about to turn the corner, but she saw a picture of a man and a woman entangled together, which made her stop her pace and instinctively retreated behind the wall.
In the sudden silence, Cheng Qingning stopped in place, not knowing whether to step out or continue to avoid it, when he heard another male voice: Song Qiyue, you hate me to death, don't you
That was Mo Zhengyan's voice, Cheng Qingning heard him ask.
At this moment, Cheng Qingning felt that this was like herself back then. She also said at the birthday party: Mo Zhengyan, you still hate me, don't you
I hope to hear that the answer is yes, as if everything is distorted, and I can no longer control it. I just hope that this person still remembers himself, even if it is hate, it is good.
How much he hopes that she hates him, just like she did in the past. At this moment, Cheng Qingning felt the same way, "I just know."
After being silent for a while, Cheng Qingning asked, "Mo Zhengyan, if she said that she didn't betray you back then, she has never done so, do you believe her?"
"There is no if." Mo Zhengyan interrupted her, and warned at her, "My business has nothing to do with you. It is good or bad, life or death, it has nothing to do with you. Relationship, you don't get involved anymore! You don't need to say anything to her anymore, you don't need to say a word!"
"Mo Zhengyan..." Cheng Qingning yelled, but Mo Zhengyan's patience was instantly lost. The young man who used to be calm and unhurried in the past, became so impatient at this moment, he even grabbed her arm, almost Roughly questioned and warned, "Did you hear that!"
The bones seemed to be squeezed, his strength was amazing, and Cheng Qingning was astonished at his gaffe at this moment.
"You are not allowed to talk to her again, have you heard it?" Mo Zhengyan warned.
"I see..." Cheng Qingning's painful face was flushed, and she answered softly, and then Mo Zhengyan released his hand.
"I didn't pay attention just now. If I hurt my hand and go to the hospital, I will directly contact Secretary Qian for medical expenses." He barely stopped, turned around and left, with a few words formulaic.
"Sorry..." Cheng Qingning could only say such a sentence towards his back, watching him go away.
Mo Zhengyan disappeared to the end, Cheng Qingning's wrist was still aching, she looked back, but felt that there was someone on the other end, and looked over in amazement.
It was Li Chengyi standing behind, looking at her from a distance.
Cheng Qingning walked over, "I'm done, let's go."
Li Chengyi stood there still, suddenly grabbing her wrist and pulling up her coat when she passed by. Cheng Qingning was startled, but saw that her arm was bruised just now. "This is what happened!"
"Nothing." Cheng Qingning was about to pull off his clothes, Li Chengyi said angrily, "He did it to you?"
"No, just accidentally..."
"How did he accidentally make you like this? Why did you apologize to him!" Li Chengyi asked.
It turned out that he had heard it all, Cheng Qingning said, "It's just because it used to be nothing."
"Cheng Qingning, are you still thinking about going back to him!" Li Chengyi asked suddenly, and Cheng Qingning stopped.
Back to him? Who will go back to? Cheng Qingning couldn't answer, but looked at Li Chengyi like this.
Li Chengyi shook off her hand fiercely, "A foolish dreamer can never wake up!"
...
The morning meeting was over. Nie Xun rushed to meet them in the school classroom. It was noon, so I didn’t rush back, so I decided to go out to eat. Nie Xun asked, "Shao Yu, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat ramen!" The child replied immediately.
"Why do you want to eat ramen again?" Song Qiyue asked, and Shao Yu said, "The last time I ate it was a long, long time ago. Mom, I want to eat ramen!"
So he decided to rush to the ramen shop, and Shao Yu shouted, "Mom, I want to go to the bathroom."
Nie Xun was waiting in the classroom. As soon as the mother and son left, the cell phone in the bag rang and I don't know who called. Nie Xun looked over and found that it was Song Qiyue's cell phone. With the slightly open bag, the screen of the phone was on.
At first glance, the three words were memoized: Mr. Mo.
Very indifferent and rusty note, Nie Xun took it up with his eyes, "Mr. Mo, hello."
The car was on the way to the school at high speed. Mo Zhengyan was talking in the car. He was waiting to be connected. He wanted to speak as soon as he was connected. But when he waited for a male voice, he recognized the other party, "Nie total."
"Is there always something wrong with Mo?" Nie Xun asked.
What else is he doing? But just thinking, just want to see the last... Mo Zhengyan said, "It's okay, it's just noon, I just want to ask Shao Yu if he is good."
"He's very good, President Mo doesn't have to worry about it. With me and July, he will definitely take good care of him." Nie Xun replied and asked after he finished speaking, "Ms. Mo, what else is there?"
"Let Shao Yu listen to the phone." Mo Zhengyan said.
"He's going to the bathroom now, wait a while and let him listen again." Nie Xun replied, but Mo Zhengyan insisted, "Okay, wait for him to come back."
But after a while, Shao Yu's voice came, and he took the phone, "Dad?"
Hearing the voice of his son, Mo Zhengyan asked, "What did you do this morning."
"My mother and I went to the children's home. We have a show. Don't worry, dad. You can go to work. It's good to have your mother and Uncle Nie Xun..." The child comforted him like a little adult, as everyone knows. But it made his heart more and more dull.
"That's good, then you have fun." Mo Zhengyan replied, but the child couldn't wait, "Dad, we are leaving now, we can't talk with you anymore, bye."
"Bye bye." He replied, and ended up hanging up.
The car was racing at high speed, as if eager to get to the other end, but at this moment, the car seemed to drift, driving lightly, but there was no destination to go.
The three of them sat down in the ramen shop. Song Qiyue ordered the ramen. Shao Yu was full of joy, but suddenly his head drooped.
"What's wrong?" Nie Xun asked.
Shao Yu sat there and Tong Sheng said, "It would be great if Dad was here. The last time I came here to eat noodles, Dad was also there."
This made Nie Xun startled. Song Qiyue was still there. Shao Yu turned his head and shouted to Song Qiyue, "Mom, if Dad is not busy next time, shall we come together again?"
In a trance, Song Qiyue nodded. I remembered that day when I came here, and then I visited the Botanical Museum. The child secretly told her what the grandma said. My father liked this butterfly when he was a child. He also said that he was going to catch butterflies in the mountains. Grandpa told him that there are none in the mountains. Dad still doesn't believe this kind of butterfly!
As soon as he turned around, he was behind him, and said after hearing that: Well, I have liked it since I was a child, both butterflies and insects.
"Uncle Nie Xun, I'll take you to the Botanical Museum in a moment. There are so many butterflies..." Shao Yu shouted again, but Song Qiyue blurted out, "Don't go!"
Now the child was stunned, Nie Xun frowned and raised his head, "July?"
"I have to go to the amusement city in the afternoon, it's too late..." Song Qiyue smiled, but she didn't even know what was going on. For a moment, she didn't understand why she refused to go.
She just didn't want to step in again, she didn't want to step in again.
Those are Nanke Yimeng, all are emptiness, everything is emptiness.
...
Air tickets have been booked on this day, and Song Qiyue will be on a business trip to the new city. Nie Xun was busy bidding for the medical machinery project, and disappeared all day long. He was either going out for business or negotiating with Kang Ziwen. On this day, Nie Xun and Kang Ziwen rushed to Beicheng to negotiate with the person in charge of Liancheng Group, so they were not in Xincheng.
Bona called, saying that he would have another meeting about the previous cooperation project. Here Nie Xun is not here, Song Qiyue should.
Song Qiyue went to Bona for a meeting. Li Chengyi was already in the meeting room, but there was another person, Mo Zhengyan. According to reason, this kind of meeting does not require the general manager to attend in person. Song Qiyue is here because she knows Bona's affairs best, so she will go there.
When everyone arrived, Li Chengyi greeted the two of them and went directly to the topic to start the meeting. No need to talk about it, everything is clear. Right now, the project is about to come to an end, and today, three years later, there is finally a result.
Song Qiyue was satisfied with this result. On Mo's side, Mo Zhengyan also agreed with the jaw.
Li Chengyi smiled, "I feel honored that both of you have recognized this way. Such a happy day, let me do this tonight."
"It was supposed to be promised, but Mr. Li, I'm sorry, there was an arrangement earlier, but I'm afraid it won't work tonight. Let's make another day." Song Qiyue refused.
Mo Zhengyan asked, "When is the next day, Director Song always has to give him time."
This is a bit distracting. Mo Zhengyan asked directly. Song Qiyue looked over and Li Chengyi smiled, "It seems that Mo always looks forward to this gathering."
"It depends on the arrangement another day." Song Qiyue replied.
"I heard that Director Song is going to take care of the children, so it doesn't matter, I just brought them together." Mo Zhengyan replied.
Where is this heard, what is he? Song Qiyue looked at him sitting across from him. In the silent confrontation, Li Chengyi smiled and said, "Director Song, it's okay to bring Master Ling. We won't mind."
"Just how old is Young Master Ling this year? He is probably four or five years old, right?" Li Chengyi seemed to be trapped in his memories, "What is the name of Young Master Ling?"
Mo Zhengyan was calm, and Song Qiyue was about to respond, "He called—"
"I remember it!" Li Chengyi was awakened. Among the two of them, he said the name, "Master Ling is called-Yangyang!"
"Director Song, don't you know, is it?" Li Chengyi turned his head and asked, and he said with a smile, "By the way, this is Lord Ling's nickname, it's really a good name."
Those were the child's nicknames, Yangyang, Yangyang. After he was born, she called them thousands and hundreds of times, but after meeting Shao Yu again, Song Qiyue never called them again, not once. Even, I never heard others shout again.
"I just don't know, how many children named Yang Yang does Mr. Mo have?" The smile suddenly reversed, and Li Chengyi asked coldly.
The memory burst out like a sword. Song Qiyue watched Mo Zhengyan, but what Li Chengyi said in her ears: They once had a child, do you know the name of that child.
Suddenly, the string in my heart seemed to be broken, forgetting that identity, Song Qiyue said coldly, "Move always has several children named Yangyang, I only have one Yangyang!"
After that, Song Qiyue smiled and stood up, "Sorry, President Li, it's really not possible today."
Seeing her leave immediately, Li Chengyi smiled and shouted, "Ms. Mo, this..."
But without waiting for him to finish speaking, a figure rose from the front, it was Mo Zhengyan who hurriedly chased it out——