After leaving Jiangcheng for a business trip, Mr. Mo's family first arrived in Haicheng, and then went to Bincheng. After staying in Bincheng for a few days, I went to the next place. This day, he rushed from Los Angeles to South City. The most common place in Nancheng is the camphor trees all over the city.
In the midsummer, at this time, the branch was full of black fruits, which looked like black gems.
It is the first time for Shao Yu to come to Nancheng, and he is curious about the camphor trees in this city.
The car was spinning around in Nancheng, and it came to the mansion here again.
Yu, the housekeeper of Nancheng Mansion, has seen Song Qiyue in his early years, so he is no stranger. At this moment, I saw Mr. Mo waiting for his wife and children to come together, and greeted him with joy, "Mr., Mrs., and Young Master, welcome back."
"Who are you?" Song Qiyue asked.
Earlier, He Sangsang had already informed Guanjia Yu about his wife’s condition, so Guanjia Yu replied clearly, "Mrs., I am the housekeeper here, and my surname is Yu."
Song Qiyue nodded in response, and Shao Yu greeted very well, "Auntie butler, good."
"Hello." Steward Yu smiled and moved upstairs, "The room is already cleaned up, please go upstairs."
"Son, let's go upstairs." Song Qiyue took Shao Yu upstairs, not forgetting to tell the people behind as he went up the stairs, "Mr. Driver, bring your luggage up quickly."
"Move it up quickly." The kid Shao Yu turned around and urged the people behind again.
Steward Yu was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the man called by the mother and son, it was Mr. Mo who came in and said nothing.
"Sir?" Yu Guanjia was surprised. In her opinion, the young master must not be allowed to do what these servants would do.
Mr. Mo smiled, and lightly lifted his luggage upstairs, "No need, let me come."
"How can this be..." Steward Yu was a little hurried, and He Sangsang calmly said by the side, "It's okay, Steward Yu, just get used to it."
Butler Yu didn’t know what to do, “It’s out of order for the wife to be the driver of the driver.”
"If the wife doesn't use her husband as a driver, the husband will be upset and anxious." Seeing Yu Guanjia's unconvinced expression, He Sangsang nodded seriously, "Trust me."
Qi Jian emphasized, "Trust her."
Housekeeper Yu had no choice but to watch Mr. Mo run up and down several times alone before he finished carrying his luggage. Butler Yu hurriedly prepared refreshments and sent them upstairs, but when he saw his wife and young master, they weren't in the room. They looked down again, and didn't know when they went downstairs to the yard again.
In the backyard of the mansion, a camphor tree was planted for many years, so the trunk is strong and green. It can be seen that they are usually taken care of. The branches of camphor spread and supported half of the courtyard. Standing under the tree, looking up, the sky was blocked by the branches and leaves, and the sunlight was scattered in the scattered air.
Shao Yu was even more surprised. His little hand touched the tree, "Mom, there is a tree here too."
"Yes, what a big tree." Song Qiyue's hand also touched the camphor tree, and Shao Yu asked, "This tree is so tall, how old is it?"
Where does Song Qiyue know the age of the tree, "Mother doesn't know either."
"This tree is more than ten years old." Butler Yu also came to the yard, and when he heard them talking, he answered.
"Then it's a teenager?" Shao Yu looked back and said with a smile, and Song Qiyue patted the tree lightly, "It turns out it's already this big."
"Auntie butler, who planted this tree?" The child asked again, and it has become a library of 100,000 why.
Butler Yu hadn't had time to take care of all of this for a while, she said instinctively, "It's not her husband planted it."
"Which sir?" Song Qiyue asked.
"Cough." He Sangsang gave a light cough, she reminded, "It's the driver."
"He planted a tree here?" Song Qiyue was even more surprised, and Shao Yu was also surprised.
Mr. Mo, who just rushed down from the mansion’s upper floor, answered a phone call. As soon as he arrived in front of everyone, he faced a few pairs of eyes. He did not understand what was going on. Everyone saw Mrs. Mo facing him. Asked, "You planted this tree?"
Mr. Mo looked at the tree, now calmly, "Yes."
Song Qiyue asked, "Have you been here a long time ago?"
Mr. Mo replied, "You forgot, I am a driver, I have been here before."
"Oh."
"Then why do you want to plant this tree?" Mrs. Mo continued to ask, reluctantly.
The people on the side were in a tacit understanding, and quietly retreated. He Sangsang even called the kid Shao Yu to take him to eat pastries. The child was greedy, so he hurried away. When he turned around, he wanted to call his mother to come with him. He Sangsang lowered her head and put her index finger to her lips, beckoning him not to shout, "Let's go."
"Aunt Sangsang, is Dad going to be trained?" Shao Yu asked with a lingering fear, so he sighed.
Although he is only a child, the child is also thoughtful. He is also very witty when he sees his mother educate his father too much, and understands that the mother will start education again.
He Sangsang smiled, "Probably so."
"Amitabha Buddha, good and good." The child said.
Steward Yu was surprised again, "Little Master, how did you recite Amitabha?"
"It's like this on TV." Shao Yu has already started to say, "It's the white lady. There is Fahai in it, and Fahai is Amitabha's every time..."
The group of people retreated, and Mr. Mo in the courtyard said very sincerely, "Because, at the time of the Arbor Day in the school, when someone asked me for a gift, he said to plant a tree."
Mr. Mo answered so honestly, but Mrs. Mo kicked the grass under her feet, "Is it a girl."
Mr. Mo admitted, "Well, yes."
When I was in high school, planting trees was popular for a while. This year’s gift was planting a camphor tree. Memories arise at this moment, but there is no concealment or dodge. He said, "I promised After her, I will plant a tree here, and wait until the tree blooms, and then come and see it together."
The shoes rubbed against the ground again and kicked several times. Mrs. Mo raised her head and said, "Then later, did you come to see it together?"
"No." Mr. Mo replied, "not together."
"Why not?" The more I asked, the more Mrs. Mo couldn't stop.
Time is long, everything is faint, Mr. Mo said, "Because the flowering period has already passed, I don't want to see flowers with her anymore."
What the words said was not clear. Mrs. Mo was also at a loss. She seemed to understand but not intelligible. She asked again, "That girl, did she see this tree blooming later?"
"Yes." Mr. Mo smiled. "She came to live here for a few days, but I'm not here, but she still saw it."
Mrs. Mo curled her lips, as if she was a little unhappy, but the expression on her face was unspeakable.
Mr. Mo answered everything honestly, but he originally upheld the principle of confession and lenient, but at this moment, he saw Mrs. Mo's face so tight and heavy, looking straight at him, without any emotion, look. He also mentioned his heart.
Mr. Mo panicked, afraid that she would be angry, and then ignored him. He said at a loss, "Actually, I thought about cutting down this tree and removing it. It's just that after so many years of planting, everything is there. Spirituality, it’s a shame to cut it down. And, to me, it’s the same with or without this tree. It doesn’t matter."
"I listen to you!" He hurriedly said again, "If you don't like it, it's up to you if you want to keep it or cut it off."
In that straight gaze, Mr. Mo's anxious forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and I was afraid that he could not explain it clearly. The more he said it, the more mistakes he said, but Mrs. Mo opened his mouth and spit out two words. ,"well."
But Mr. Mo was taken aback, what's so good about this
Mrs. Mo held the tree with one hand, while looking at him and said, "You are very trustworthy and have not breached the contract. Just keep this tree."
Mr. Mo couldn't help being stunned. He didn't expect that she would say that, as if vaguely remembering that she also had such bright eyes in the night at the dock: Forgot what I said? Everyone has a time of youth, madness and ignorance.
The wind blew the treetops and rustled, and Mr. Mo recovered and asked happily, "Did you just be jealous? Otherwise, why did you keep asking?"
But Mrs. Mo directly ignored his existence. Mr. Mo rushed to the mansion and shouted, "Son, mom, let you set a swing on that tree!"
It seems that this is the ultimate goal.
In this summer, the shade of the trees is cool, and it is a comfortable time. The former planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the cool, but they enjoyed the luck. The swing has been pierced, the sturdy tree trunk is hung with a swing frame, and the children are swinging happily. On a summer night, Mrs. Mo suddenly had a whim and said that she wanted to sleep under the tree.
So I took the tent and went to camp. The curtain hung from the branches and fell firmly to the ground. A mat was laid on the ground and a cool mat was put on the floor. Mrs. Mo and her son lay down inside.
In the night, Butler Yu was uneasy, so he came out and took a look. In the aisle, the probe took a look, and through the moonlight vaguely saw that Mrs. Mo and the kid Shao Yu were asleep. But at night, mosquitoes flew around. Although it was cool in the shade, it was far inferior to the air-conditioning.
Mr. Mo was not asleep. He had a big pu fan in his hand, fanning the two sleeping people.
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Since coming to Nancheng, Mrs. Mo fell in love with camping under the tree and slept, but this made Mr. Mo anxious. Although it is not in the wild, there are still too many mosquitoes. The sky was over, and Mr. Mo became a driver, so he drove Mrs. Mo and his son to the outdoor store. They want to buy some essential items to prevent some troubles in camping.
Mrs. Mo was very interested, and she couldn't put it down even more. The three of them stayed in the camping supplies store for a long time before they came out.
This street is not a lively commercial street, but camphor trees still stand along the street. The three of them left the store. Mrs. Mo took a look at the ice cream on the side of the road. She was greedy and stopped to buy it. The child immediately nodded in agreement, and Mr. Mo took them to buy it. The summer is too hot, the ice cream in my hands melts too fast.
Mr. Mo took the handkerchief out and placed it on her carefully to prevent the ice cream from dripping on her hand. Mrs. Mo ate faster. I was afraid it was wasted. She didn't pay attention at all. She ate all over her lips, covering the corners of her lips.
Mr. Mo was in a hurry, he opened his umbrella and wiped her off, "Look at what you eat, eat slowly, it’s okay if you eat too fast..."
Mrs. Mo Xu was annoyed by the babbling, "You are so long-winded, just like Tang Seng."
"It's even more verbose than Tang Seng." The child united the front with her.
While exhorting Mr. Mo, he still followed the left and right, and he was a Tang Seng who had been enslaved.
This was just a normal scene on the street, and when others saw it, they would only assume that it was a family of three who came out to play. But this scene fell into the eyes of another person at the corner.
The man, standing there, was coming down from the opposite building, passing the corner to the direction of parking. But because he saw the three people, he stopped.
Seeing this scene, the man suddenly remembered the past, this scene is very familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.
"Mr. Li..." The assistant on the side shouted, but he didn't respond, but stood there in a daze. After the assistant shouted, he saw his eyes looking far ahead, but he was also confused and did not dare to speak again.
Li Chengyi was standing here at this moment, and he stared at it for thought.
Suddenly, his thoughts freeze, and he jumped to that year, which is also such a corner, such a scene.
That year, the marriage of Li Chengyi and Cheng Qingning had come to an end. They seemed to be in love, but in fact only they knew that it was just an arranged round, a forced marriage in the business field. He never intended to marry her, and she never intended to marry him. From the very beginning, he knew that they were nothing but Chu He and Han Jie, respecting each other as friends, so he laid everything on the table and stated clearly that they had made an agreement that when things were done, he was full of wings and was able to stand alone. She can also be free.
This undocumented contract is an unspoken secret between them, and only they know it.
After that, she really played the role of the perfect wife as agreed. In front of others, they were a perfect pair. But Li Chengyi knew that there was always someone in her heart, and he had never killed him.
During the time they stayed together, how many times in the midnight dream she was attacked by a nightmare and screamed, her eyes always had sorrow, and stinging sharp defenses. She didn't want to trust anyone, and she didn't want to face her parents.
As he got to know her more and more, he became more and more curious.
That was the first time Li Chengyi investigated her past.
The result that followed was the first time he learned about her past. Only then did he know that the man she had fallen in love with was Mo Zhengyan, the youngest of the Mo family.
Looking at the investigative documents, the face of a strange man came into view. Li Chengyi suddenly remembered that when they met and talked about marriage, when he opened up the terms of marriage, she told him: I had a child, if so. You don't mind, then I agree.
The past that he never concealed really shocked Li Chengyi. When the Cheng family got married, they must have kept it alive. Although Li Chengyi's family is not a wealthy family, it can't tolerate a woman who has been pregnant with other people's children. However, she said so straightforwardly.
At that moment, her bright eyes, with endless pain, shocked Li Chengyi.
Later, Li Chengyi learned many things that were not known. For example, Mo Zhengyan once had a big fight with her family for her, but she let go, and even made him hate her. But that fact, that fact is all that the Mo family did, just to separate the two of them.
One person remembers one person, why do you remember so long and so deeply
It was clearly not that she had lost him, it was clearly that the Mo family had lost her, it was only right that he had lost her.
Li Chengyi didn't know, but he knew that she had never forgotten him.
After returning to Nancheng, he learned that her unborn child was buried in the cemetery of Nancheng. It was an unknown monument, without a surname or a name. She always goes alone and leaves again. She had never discovered that he had been behind her all the time.
Many times, Li Chengyi had only one step to go out and walk in front of her. But he didn't know what to say after he really faced her. In fact, he didn't have great temperament to accept her past. She had a lover, but he has not been able to accept it yet. She was pregnant with other people's children.
The struggling thinking entangled himself, and Li Chengyi once fell into a situation of self-struggling.
And just after Bona established a stable foundation, and when he finally took the Li family back, the contract between them had reached a certain time limit, and they were going to part ways and face their respective lives. The divorce agreement was about to be put on the table. He was discussing with her in advance, but she said: I don’t want anything, companies, shares, houses, and money. I don’t want them.
She retired cleanly and didn't mean to take a single cent away, only leaving all this to him. The statement that was about to speak, and even the thought of retention that shouldn't be there, was just as abruptly strangled, and Li Chengyi froze there completely, unable to speak.
If they were just a transaction, no one would let it go so thoroughly, as if there was no intersection as thorough as possible. Looking at her smiling face, she said softly: Thank you for the past few years.
When the voice fell, she had already left her name on the agreement, and her profile fell in Li Chengyi's eyes.
He was already speechless, and until finally she left, he could not speak either.
She thanked him, but what kind of thanks did she have to say, why did she need to thank him
It seems that he has been by her side in the past few years, but he is the person who really needs to be with her. Sitting alone in the apartment, Li Chengyi remembered the days when the wind came and went in the rain over the years. The sword and shadow are not counted, at least there is no such gloom, but it is not without the line of life and death.
In that year, he was assassinated in the mall. She was stabbed three times in a row and almost died. It was her who stayed with him by the bed and took care of him for more than a month. When Li Chengyi opened her eyes again, she saw her unruly hair, so haggard and restless, all the panic was written in her eyes.
She had red eyes, and she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, which really made him unforgettable.
Li Chengyi didn't know what was going on either, but he laughed at the time: What are you crying for
At that time, when she was about to really withdraw from his world, he realized that he was so unwilling and unwilling.
He knew she had gone anyway, to the old city.
There is a man living in that city, and that Mr. Mo lives there. There are all her sad memories and the sweetheart she has never let go of.
Li Chengyi didn't know why he wanted to follow her. He was almost out of control. He quietly followed and came to Hong Kong City again.
Walking out of the airport, he saw her looking up at the sky, as if she was totally unfamiliar, with a bit of longing. He followed her to the hotel and watched her go to Mo Shi Jiu Yuan. Just under that building, she waited day after day.
She finally saw him, and he finally saw him, Mo Zhengyan, a young man of the Mo family. But she didn't come forward, just continued to follow.
After following this for a few days, he didn't know what she was waiting for or why she didn't come forward.
Only on that day, the day in the memory, she followed Mr. Mo to the door of a coffee shop. At the corner of the street, he saw her quietly watching. Suddenly, Mr. Mo came out of the coffee shop. But the moment he went out, the man and woman with the umbrella were the woman who came out with her arms around Mr. Mo.
He saw her back, stood still, and then slowly watched them leave.
The umbrella covered the faces of the two of them, and the woman's hand was holding the handle of the umbrella. Although the distance was a little far away, and the woman's face could not be seen clearly, Li Chengyi still caught it. The color of Dancome on the nail was a dazzling peach red.
Later, she returned to Nancheng, and he followed back.
Everything started, everything was cut off here, and he didn't let her leave that night, so all the evil fate started from that moment.
However, for many days afterwards, Li Chengyi kept asking himself: If, if she had stepped forward at that time, would everything have a different result, and would there be everything after this.
"Mr. Li? The car is parked there..." Another shout, retrieving Li Chengyi's thoughts.
Standing on this street corner, Li Chengyi came back to his senses, his faint eyes gathered, but vaguely, he fixed his eyes in one place, then smiled and turned away. I don't know whether some things are artificial or destined. Maybe time comes again and she really went forward, but the ending is just repeating the same mistakes.
It was a family of three walking away from the opposite street. The man followed with an umbrella. The child was laughing. The woman turned her head backhand to take the umbrella. During the noise, he saw a touch of pink Dancome on the woman's finger.
It seemed to reappear that year, only to realize that the woman who came out of the cafe with Mr. Mo was actually this Mrs. Mo.
Later that night, when Mrs. Mo was camping and squinted to sleep, half asleep and half awake, she asked in a daze, "The girl who made an appointment with you to see the flowers, where did she go?"
"She is gone, not here anymore." Mr. Mo replied.
"Why is she leaving? Isn't she going to see flowers with you?" She asked more seriously.
Mr. Mo replied again, "It's not me that she wants to see the flowers together."
Mrs. Mo didn't ask any more questions, just yawned. Mr. Mo looked down at her, but was a little nervous. He tightened a string and asked, "I will only accompany you to see the flowers in the future, OK? "
Mrs. Mo did not answer for a long time, and was annoyed by Mr. Mo's questioning, and said impatiently, "Who wants you to accompany you, it is you who want me to accompany you."
Mr. Mo also admitted, "Yes, I want you to accompany."