Chapter 13 engagement

Hangzhou, beside the West Lake, the morning fog is confused, and the drizzle is like weaving. Su Causeway and Bai Causeway face each other in the rain and fog. Xue Bingchan stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground and called sadly: "Young master, wait for me, young master——" The storm is like a curtain, where is her young master?She cared about him like this, but he abandoned her mercilessly.She was running, crying, desperate. ——Miyuan made a big gamble, Jin Zhong lost to Su Muzhe, and gave Miyuan as a gift.Su Muzhe felt that the ceremony was too heavy to be accepted, so he left Xue Bingchan behind without saying goodbye.

Bingchan woke up from her sleep, instinctively feeling that her son had abandoned her.Regardless of the cold wind and dew, she was wearing a thin gauze and ran along the misty morning misty West Lake, chasing the young master's horseshoe.A heart has already been crushed by the sound of hooves. There was a crisp car bell from behind, and in the morning light, Jin Zhong himself drove the carriage and chased him along the way: "Snow Maiden, get in the car." Bing Chan stopped, stood beside the car, and saluted with tears: "Young Master Jin, forgive me for being ungrateful, but I must find my Young Master. Can you tell me how long he has been gone?"

"It won't take long, and we will catch up soon," Jin Zhong sighed, "Snow Maiden, I didn't expect you to be so strong and loyal. Get in the car, and I will take you to chase him." "Thank you!" Xue Bingchan thanked on her knees. Jin Zhong jumped out of the car, helped her up with his own hands, and let out a long sigh: "I, Jin Zhong, pride myself on being well-informed, but I have never seen a woman as beautiful as peaches and plums and as cold as ice. I am so infatuated, it is brother Su who has no eyes." , it is also Jin Zhong Wufu. Tathagata is destined to meet a girl again in the next life, it is because of Jin's sincerity!"

Xue Bingchan's tears flowed down. Her son didn't wait for her. He pushed her away so ruthlessly and left her, leaving only her cold back.Leaving her behind, tears flowed like a river. Since then, snow has been falling in her world. Even sitting in the luxurious office room on the top floor of the Bingchan Building, even with such a strong air conditioner, I still feel cold.It was piercingly cold. Xue Bingchan hugged her shoulders tightly, as if seeing her heart broken to pieces and fell to the ground. "Manager, your mysterious breakfast." Jiajia opened the door and came in, and saw Manager Xue sitting in front of the executive desk like a clay sculpture or wood sculpture.

The table was piled up with gongan, but she didn't care about it.Behind the desk, she was haggard and lifeless. Jia Jia didn't know what happened, why the calm and dignified manager Xue lost his composure recently, sometimes inexplicably excited, sometimes distracted, but today, it seems to be especially abnormal. "Manager..." Jiajia put the egg tart and milk on the table, but hesitated to speak. Bing Chan raised her head and looked at her.Jia Jia was taken aback again, what kind of eyes are these, full of pain, sadness and despair, as if the end of the world is coming. "Manager Snow..."

"Jiajia," Bingchan looked at her secretary and murmured, "Do you know what it's like to be in love, and do you know what it's like to be broken?" Jiajia was stunned, not knowing how to answer.This question took her by surprise.The taste of broken love?Could it be that Manager Xue will break up in love, how is it possible? However, Xue Bingchan has already asked and answered: "Do you know what a broken relationship is? I know. The pain of being in love is like a knife pierced in the heart, but falling in love is a thousand cuts. When the knife is pulled out, the heart is already dead. It's so rotten, it jumped out following the knife, my heart is empty, my heart is gone, nothing is left..."

What kind of bloody language is this, but when Xue Bingchan said these words, her voice was numb and her eyes were dull, as if her heart had really been cut and gouged out.She has no emotion, no pain. Jiajia was dumbfounded. She never thought that Xue Bingchan, the calm general manager before Mount Tai collapsed, would be so sad and have unsolvable problems.The manager's lovelorn was something she had never thought about.In her mind, there are only tens of millions of men in the world who are out of their minds because of Xue Bingchan, how can anyone make Xue Bingchan sad when she loses her love?who is it?Who is so bold, so ignorant, so defiant?She was almost angry.

However, Xue Bingchan had come to her senses and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?" "No, oh no, yes, yes," Jiajia flipped through the timetable incoherently, "At three o'clock this afternoon, there was a small press conference for the completion ceremony of Qinfengyuan Villa, and there will be a celebration banquet after the meeting. You said to participate." At the press conference, Xue Bingchan and Zhong Lai met unexpectedly. This was their first meeting after he proposed to her. Zhong Lai was taken aback: "Bing Chan, what happened? How did you become so haggard?"

Bingchan looked at him sadly, speechless. Zhong Lai said distressedly: "I hope it's not because of me that bothers you." "How come? Zhong Lai, you will only bring me joy, not trouble." "So, do you want to be with joy for the rest of your life?" Bing Chan fell silent.She understood that this was a urging.He had clearly proposed to her, and she agreed to consider that there was a limit to waiting, and she shouldn't make him wait too long.But what answer should she give him? Zhong Lai and Su Mu, she must make a clear decision as soon as possible.But is she really making the choice?

She remembered that day at the top of the city, Su Mu pushed her away so easily and resolutely, without nostalgia, could such feelings be true?She believed that he loved her, but his love was too illusory and elusive. Love has died in the heavy snow, and she erected a monument on the top of the city for her memory. Choosing Admiralty may mean choosing a new beginning. She looked up. The moment she looked up, something changed in her eyes, and she became another person, a mature woman with vicissitudes. "Bingchan, are you okay?" Zhong Lai asked worriedly, "Don't rush to answer me, I will wait for you."

But Bingchan said sincerely: "Zhong Lai, I hope I won't make you wait too long, and I won't make myself wait too long." Su Muzhe came to Mount Tai with Xue Bingchan. The skeletons of gamblers who lost money, fame, and life were buried in large and small tombs at the foot of Mount Tai. They stayed on Mount Tai, refusing to leave, and wanted to see how more innocent souls would welcome in this ditch that brought them the shame of killing their lives. The wind whimpered through the barren mounds.Even the wind is resentful and sluggish, as if it can't push the heavy door leading to the world. Su Muzha and Xue Bingchan walked among the tombs, pointed to the group of tombs without tombstones, and said, "If I lose, I will become one of these tombs." The Grand Competition will be held in half a year. The so-called know yourself and the enemy, and you will never lose in a hundred battles.This "he" not only refers to the opponent, but also includes the venue.Heaven, earth and man, the sky is the opportunity, the earth is the terrain, and the man is the opponent, all three are indispensable. Most experienced gamblers will familiarize themselves with the terrain before gambling. That was the last time Su Muzha and Xue Bingchan traveled together.It was also the only time in Su Muzhe's life that he mentioned losing. Xue Bingchan felt startled, she said: "No, son, you will never lose." "People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. Winning or losing is uncertain, so where is eternity?" Su Muzhe sighed, "If I lose, I will be buried under Mount Tai as a lonely ghost..." "No, I will never let you be alone," Bingchan said firmly, "If that day really comes, Bingchan will go down with you and still serve the young master, life and death." This is the first few sleepless nights, and the first few sad mornings. Xue Bingchan looked at herself in the mirror, she used to be such a happy and confident person, but now, her face is haggard and her eyes are full of sadness, what is it for?Maybe it's time for her and Su Mu to end? Moreover, there has never been a real beginning between them. The so-called unswerving life and death is just a wishful fairy tale.Even if she is willing to live and die, he only insists on going her own way. If you were with him and loved to the depths, would you return to the pain and torment of the previous life? He is like a burning flame, or a mountain of knives full of sharp blades, approaching him is approaching hurt. In the past life, she died for him, and in this life, she was bruised all over for him.He has already pushed her away, will she continue to catch up and set herself on fire? Leave before it falls, and stay away from disaster! Jia Jia knocked on the door and came in. The same old dialogue: "Manager, mysterious breakfast." Xue Bingchan picked up the egg tart in a trance, feeling no appetite. "People say that perseverance is the most important thing. It's a lesson learned. It's really rare to have a lover who is as careful and patient as Mr. Zhong." Jiajia was half flattering and half sincere, and tried every means to make the manager happy. "Rich people give villas , Those who have no money give egg towers, both are equally precious. But if rich people give egg towers and poor people give villas, it will become a miracle.” "It's still the same thing," Bingchan laughed no matter how bored she was, "Jiajia, being a secretary really hurts you. You should open a clinic to treat difficult and miscellaneous diseases of love." Seeing that the manager finally smiled, Jiajia was even more proud: "Then I will ask Mr. Zhong to be an honorary consultant, and give a lecture to pass on the egg tart experience to everyone." Bingchan shook her head: "Don't always be Mr. Zhong's, how can you tell that it is the egg tower sent by Zhong Lai. I have already said that it may be the work of a public relations company." "So, what about this?" Jia Jia took out a beautifully packaged brocade box from behind as if conjuring, "Is this also a means of public relations?" "What is it?" Bingchan opened it curiously and was stunned. Inside the box was a pair of ancient Tang tri-colored vases with calm colors and simple shapes.She recognized the pair of bottles! Bingchan has always had a hobby of collecting antique vases. Not long ago, an antique agent recommended this pair of ancient vases to her. She liked it very much, but because the other party’s bid was too high, she has been in a price tug-of-war. It has been a stalemate for nearly two weeks. .She was almost about to surrender, but she didn't expect to get something for nothing now.Who would have such a big hand? Jiajia also recognized it: "Isn't this the pair of bottles I saw with you? The asking price is 800,000 yuan! Some people give it away as soon as they say it. How generous!" "There's no name left?" "No. It was sent by the gift company. The gift list only said porcelain vases. I thought it was an ordinary vase, so I signed for it for you. You know, it's this pair of treasures..." Jiajia patted her chest, feeling lingering fear: "Mom Ah, just now I signed a bill worth 800,000 yuan, if I accidentally smash it, I can't pay for it even if I work hard!" The gift of 800,000 yuan is not left unnamed.This kind of handwriting is expensive if you are not rich. Looking at the whole Xi'an, how many people can there be?And among the few people who are gone, who might give Xue Bingchan a gift, except Zhong Lai? At this point, Bing Chan is completely sure that it can only be Zhong Lai.Apart from Zhong Lai who formally proposed to her, how could there be a second rich man who would spend 800,000 in such a lavish move and refuse to leave his name? The other party clearly meant "a tacit understanding, but not a well-known one". Of course it was Zhong Lai, because only Zhong Lai would take it for granted that Xue Bingchan would know that the gift giver was him, so he would not leave his name. On the one hand, it was Zhong Lai who proposed sincerely; on the other hand, it was Su Mu who relentlessly gave up.With such two completely different performances, does she have to hesitate again and again?Do you want to look for troubles to pursue the unattainable love in the previous life, and give up the happiness that is within your reach in this life? Xue Bingchan sat facing the porcelain vase for a long, long time, as if her soul had come out of her body.Jia Jia stood beside her, not daring to make a sound.She knew that whenever Miss Xue was like this, there was something important to decide.She stood quietly, waiting for an order from her superior. After an unknown amount of time, Xue Bingchan gently opened the drawer, took out the box, and opened it, revealing a brilliant diamond ring. All women will scream when they see a diamond, and Jiajia has already called out: "What a beautiful ring! Is there a ten-carat ring?" Bingchan put the ring on her middle finger slowly, as if she had made a great determination, and finally said: "Call Mr. Zhong's secretary for me and make an appointment to meet!" Rather than sinking into the water to seek the moon, it is better to look for flowers through the mirror.She finally chose to forget once again. Su Mu's heart suddenly ached sharply. He raised his head and looked at Zhuyeqing opposite, with empty eyes: "She is getting engaged," he said, "She still agreed to marry Jin Zhong." "It's Zhonglai, not Jinzhong," Zhuyeqing reminded angrily, "Who told you not to tell her the truth." During these days, she and Su Mu developed a true relationship, and they hang out like brothers.The two drink together every day, often all night long.But there is one thing, if you go to the bar in the south of the city, she must lead the way, and Rasumu always leaves before dawn. Zuixiang Road is suitable for frequent visits, but otherwise it is unacceptable.It's not that Su Mu doesn't know that there is something sneaky in the Chengnan Bar, but since we are friends, we must respect each other's secrets. Zhuyeqing doesn't despise him as an unlucky person, so how can he treat her as a different kind. "Stop her, there's still time," Zhuyeqing said to her, biting every word slowly and hard, "Go find her." As the leaves on the tree fell less and less, more and more clothes wrapped around Zhuyeqing's body, wrapping herself up like a bloated rice dumpling, and even her movements became stiff and slow.Moreover, rely on drugs to refresh yourself and prevent yourself from hibernating. "I hope they will be happy," Su Mu murmured, as if he didn't hear Zhuyeqing's words, and just pondered in his own memory, "Jin Zhong has always missed her, and his wish can finally come true in this life. I'm good." In the Taishan Club, masters gather and beauties are like flowers. Most gamblers are prodigal sons. The destination of the prodigal son is naturally a woman. Coquettish women, pungent women, quiet women, infatuated women... Men risk their lives, women fight for beauty. Su Muzhe met Jin Zhong here. Admiralty took his twelve concubines with him. He said: "Together, they are not as good as a snow ice cicada." He asked, "Why is there no Snow Maiden?" He sighed: "I thought I would see her at the Mount Tai meeting." For all kinds of greetings, Su Muzhe only answered two words lightly: "Dead." "Dead?" Jin Zhong was stunned, and didn't speak for a while, and didn't even ask the cause of death. On the first day of the game, Jin Zhong drank all the time, lost his mind, and was a hundred times sadder than Su Muzhe.He had been fond of gambling and lust all his life, but now he suddenly felt that Xue Bingchan, the most beautiful woman in the world, couldn't compare to Xue Bingchan's smile; and this Taishan competition, which caused a sensation in the world of gambling and martial arts, was actually meaningless. Back then he exchanged Miyuan for Xue Bingchan, but Bingchan swore to die, and Su Muzhe also refused Miyuan's gift on the grounds that he didn't like living in the south of the Yangtze River.This matter has always made him worry about it. He is a bold and temperamental person. He accepts his bets and admits defeat. Since he takes Miyuan as a bet, he loses if he loses. However, the garden he exported was sent back. It really makes him ashamed . This time at the Taishan meeting, he knew that he would meet Su Muzhe and Xue Bingchan, so he specially invited skilled craftsmen to create seventy-seven forty-nine pieces of exquisite jewelry for Bingchan; Ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of good wine were loaded to send Sumuzha. Su Muzhe tasted them one by one, and he never refused to come, even boasting: "Good wine, good wine." "Miss Snow is dead, do you still have the heart to drink?" Jin Zhong blamed sleepily, "You didn't cherish such a good girl?" "It was an accident," Su Muzhe said simply, "The fire, she was burned to death in the fire." When talking about the fire, Su Muzhe suddenly felt heartache, and the pearl in his heart was about to come out.He pressed his chest and said coldly: "Young Master Jin, you really care about my maidservant." "I never regarded her as a maid," Jin Zhong said solemnly, "she has a noble demeanor and an extraordinary bearing, and her background will never be lower than that of you and me." Thinking of the past, Su Mu couldn't help feeling emotional: "Unexpectedly, Jin Zhong saw through Xue Bingchan's life experience earlier than you and me." Zhu Yeqing also couldn't help sighing: "She is the daughter of the crown prince, but she was wandering and lonely all her life, and never lived a single day of peace. In the end, she died for you, a heartless person. Although she has exhausted her life, is she really Dragon species, being so slighted by mortals is not tolerated by the heavens. Alas, your sins are serious, no wonder you will be condemned by the heavens for generations." "So, today's ending can be regarded as a happy reunion." Su Mu gave up, let him be unlucky to the end, as long as Xue Bingchan in this life can be happy forever.He picked up the cup and looked at the sky with one stroke: "Bingchan, bless you, love you forever, let's grow old together." Professor Dong's wife saw the newspaper and urgently called her son home for interrogation. "Didn't you say that Xue Bingchan is your girlfriend? Why are you engaged to someone else? The photos are all in the newspapers." Su Mu snatched the newspaper, and the reporter's shots were well taken. Xue Bingchan in a dress was as beautiful as a fairy, and Zhong Lai next to her was also very personable. They were indeed a pair of golden boy and jade girl. The newspaper said that Zhong Lai's mother came from London to attend the engagement ceremony, but both Mr. Zhong and Bing Chan's parents were busy with business and couldn't get away, but they promised to show up at the wedding.Mrs. Zhong also revealed that they have invited the best wedding experts in Hong Kong to prepare a grand wedding of the century for Zhong Xue's marriage. in public welfare undertakings.At that time, dozens of international celebrities will perform at the wedding, and the grand scale and luxury will exceed any folk art performance in history. If possible, the wedding preparation team will also apply for satellite broadcasting by TV stations, so that people all over the world will support them. bless. No wonder getting engaged before getting married is such a hassle.Su Mu smiled wryly, what rich people do is ten times more trivial than ordinary people.Charity performances, satellite broadcasts, these things are so far away from him, he dare not even think about them, let alone do them.After all, he and Xue Bingchan are not the same kind of person. My mother is still nagging: "Tell me, what's going on? A few days ago, I swore that I would marry Xue Bingchan back home when I was full of water. Now it's good, this marriage is married , married into Zhong’s family.” "Zhong's conditions are indeed better than mine," Su Mu could only laugh wryly, "If you marry me, there will be such a big wedding? And a charity performance, charity fundraising is about the same." "That's right, I'll just say it, Qi Dafei. A daughter-in-law who is too rich, after all, won't be able to enter a poor family." The mother turned the steering quickly, and immediately felt sorry for her son, "Don't be sad, the snow and ice cicada are gone. There are people who come later, and with my son's conditions, I'm not afraid that I won't find a better one." "Su Mu, you have research on ancient games, come and come," Professor Dong came over, "Look at this article "Comment on Li Qingzhao's Book of Playing Horses", it says that Li Qingzhao has a very high evaluation of horses Linking the competition on the horse map with the anti-golden war at that time, there is a saying, "Who can travel a thousand miles, I hope the general will cross the Huai River." The author of the article thinks that Li Qingzhao's words are too good, what do you think?" Su Mu smiled: "Everyone knows that Li Qingzhao is a poet of the generation, but they don't know that she is also a master of gambling. She once claimed that 'Yu Xing likes to be rich. All so-called rich people spend day and night, forgetting to sleep and eat'..." In a few words, Divert the subject.