Chapter 21 postscript

The cherry blossoms in the yard were just blooming, and when the wind passed, they fell into a burst of red. Sitting under the flower tree, my father murmured to me about his experience of "drilling eyes" when he was young: "Once, I saw a piece of Hongshan Jade Dragon Bi in Liulichang, Beijing. The carving and texture were first-class. , the tail was broken in half, it was an unearthed ancient jade. At that time, I fell in love with it at a glance, rubbed it for a while, and concluded that it was 'really old', not a 'new imitation', so I bought it. The seller asked for 50,000 yuan, I think It's worth it, but I don't have that much cash on hand, and I'm afraid that it will be too late to get the money back to the hotel, so I spend all I have on me, plus a newly bought 'Rolex' diamond watch. The price of the watch alone is already 50,000. After picking up the treasure, I quickly brought it back to Taiwan to show to your grandpa, but guess what? Your grandpa scolded me and punished me for not eating twice."

"Why? Could it be that you checked that piece of bibi is fake?" I asked. Dad smiled bitterly, and stroked my hair lovingly: "Don't think so badly of Dad, you can't even tell the truth from the fake. That piece of jade is really old, but because the dragon's tail was broken in half, it is no longer It is valuable. Your grandpa said that Chinese people are superstitious about dragons and like to wear dragon-shaped jade, which is auspicious. But a broken dragon tail is in itself very unlucky. It doesn’t make sense anymore. At first I didn’t believe it, so I gave it to several experts to estimate the value, but they shook their heads and left after looking at it. Only then did I believe Grandpa’s words.”

Speaking of this, Dad emphasized his tone: "So, as a jade man, there is a lot of knowledge about collecting ancient jade. Not only must you have a good eye to judge the authenticity, but you must also consider its cultural meaning, antique value, and meaning and meaning." The origin. If you lack one thing, you will fall into trouble, you, you still have a lot of learning to do." I was not convinced: "But it's been a long time since I debuted, and I've never played eyeballs before." "That's true. You seem to be very suitable for the job of jade people. You can do everything with twice the result with half the effort. Last year's Beijing auction, the price of jade sold was twice as high as we expected. It's spring again. Do you want to go again? Take a trip to Beijing?"

"No, I won't go." I immediately cried out in panic. Dad patted my head comfortingly: "You child, when you mention Beijing, you are so out of your mind. If you don't go, don't go. Hey, it was the last time I went to Beijing, and the case of manager Wang Chaoqin scared you , even Beijing hates it.” I lowered my head, heartbroken. No, it's not that I hate it, but on the contrary, I love Beijing so much that I'm afraid of it.One year has passed, a whole year has passed, but I have never forgotten Beijing, not even a single minute. Memory, my worst enemy, is the root of pain.

Before leaving Beijing, I went to the Old Summer Palace to summon Wu Yingxiong's ghost again, and asked him if I could see him again after returning to Taiwan.He said that there is a different path, and the common face is contrary to the number of days. If it is not a last resort, it is better to use less superpowers. I feel dejected, very sad in my heart. He also said that although it is impossible and impossible for me to see Zhang Chu again in this life, I will always perceive each other between him and me, which is in harmony with the ancient poem: there is no colorful phoenix and wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.

I am even more dejected, this will only make it worse.If you can really be ignorant, maybe you can be happier. On the day of my departure, Song Ci, Yuan Ge, Su Jun and Xiao Li all dispatched to the airport to see me off. Song Ci wore a embroidered cheongsam with a white background. It was the first time I saw her wearing a cheongsam. She was indescribably elegant and dignified. The latest Chanel suits are rather ordinary, but anyway, no matter how gorgeous and exaggerated clothes are worn on her body, they are dispensable, and they will never compare to her vivid and ever-changing expressions.

Oh, I really hate them. Yuan Ge and I hugged again and again, but Song Ci only had tears in his eyes. She answered a phone call in the middle, suddenly took my hand and said, "Come here." She took me to the center of the lobby and begged me: " Just smile, okay?" "You want to take a picture?" I smiled inexplicably, my face was stiff.I took out the inseparable wooden lantern from my luggage and handed it to Song Ci, "If Zhang Chu comes to you, return it to him for me." It is already May, the weather is warm and cold, and the heart wants to cry but has no tears.

I said goodbye heartlessly: "I will not come back to Beijing again, nor will I communicate with you, you guys, please don't look for me again." Song Ci was silent, Yuan Ge screamed: "Why? Why? We are friends!" I said: "I want to forget you." I turned around and left resolutely, holding back my tears. Throughout the journey, I have been listening to WALKMAN, playing an old song over and over again: Give me a glass of water for forgetting love, so that I will not shed tears for the rest of my life... I love this song, its pale, hopeless plea, and listen to it over and over again, as it is now.

Give me a glass of Wangqing water, let me... Dad frowned: "What kind of weird song is this? What is Wangqingshui?" "Beer, white wine, and fruit wine." I replied, with a kind of gentle sadness flowing through my heart. "Weird." Dad muttered, and repeated the same old tune, "Young man, don't stay at home all day, it's not like no one is chasing you, why do you pretend to be an old girl at a young age..." Young?Dad doesn't know, I'm over three hundred and fifty years old. At this time, the nanny came out and asked Dad to listen to an important call, and finally interrupted his nagging.

I also went back to my room, started the work I had to do every day, and turned on the computer to check and send emails.An unfamiliar address attracted my attention. Why is the sender called "Past and Present", who could it be? When I opened it, my heart couldn't help being shocked, it was actually a letter from Song Ci. Song Ci?After returning to Taiwan, in order to forget everything in Beijing, I have been reluctant to communicate with Song Ci and Yuan Ge, for fear that this will be the same as the other, and I will think of Zhang Chu.And Song Ci has always refused to disturb me because he is considerate of my concerns.Now, what caused her to finally decide to write to me again?

Song Ci's letter is very long and very sincere. She wrote—— Tang Shi: Hello. Are you OK?A year passed in a blink of an eye.I keep asking myself whether I should write to you, for fear of disturbing your peace.However, when Xiao Li told me that you refused to accept the invitation to come to Beijing to hold the jade jewelry exhibition again, I knew that your heart was always very restless, and you never forgot.Even if I keep silent and never contact you again, you still won’t forget, you won’t forget me and Yuan Ge, and you won’t forget Zhang Chu. Seeing Zhang Chu’s name, I couldn’t help closing my eyes.It's been a year, and no one has ever mentioned this name in front of me. When I suddenly saw it, I couldn't help feeling a kind of lightning-like sting. When I left Beijing, I said to Yuan Ge: "I want to forget you." But how could I forget?Whenever someone calls my name "Tang Poetry", I will also play "Song Ci and Yuan Song" at the same time; every morning when I look at myself in the mirror, I will see that face that is vaguely like myself but full of masculinity. As Song Ci said, it's useless, he is me, I am him, we are each other's other half, and we cannot be separated at all.Even if he hides his name, even if he never sees each other, even if everyone tells me that Zhang Chu's story is just fiction, I still will not forget that period of unforgettable and desperate love. After a while, I opened my eyes and continued to read. I am remarried and very happy.Tang Shi, it's all thanks to you. If it wasn't for your appearance and help, I almost missed a happy marriage. It would be such a terrible thing. Yuan Ge and Xiao Li are passionately in love and have no plans to get married yet.This guy Yuan Ge said that she wants to enjoy the feeling of being in love for a few more years, maybe she will meet a better man in the middle, and she is always ready to change jobs. I never told her the story about our previous life, and I didn't want to let her bear the psychological burden. Tang Shi, it's time for you to bid farewell to your shadow.Since you knew the story of your previous life, you have always felt that you are an ominous person, and you have blocked yourself so tightly, why bother? These words are what Zhang Chu asked me to persuade you.They are now the most popular guests in our family, and I can't help but smile when I think about him being my husband in a previous life.This is a secret, I have been keeping it from my husband for fear that he will be jealous. Knowing the story of my previous life made me cherish my marriage in this life even more, and never let happiness slip away from me again.My husband kept saying that after remarriage, I seemed to be a different person, as if I was reincarnated. He didn't know that I was just a reincarnated person. Let’s talk about Zhang Chu. He said that there is telepathy between him and you. Even thousands of miles away, he also knows that you are always unhappy, not only because you can’t forget him, but also because of your inexplicable sense of guilt.Tang Shi, don’t let the sense of guilt overwhelm you. Even if your existence really brought uneasiness to some people, you and Zhang Chu’s difference will make up for it. I never told you, in fact, on the day you left Beijing, not only Yuan Ge and I went to see you off, Zhang Chu also went, but he didn’t dare to meet you, but kept watching you quietly from afar.I brought you into the middle of the hall so that he could see you clearly.I hope that the last thing you leave him is a bright smiling face.But, my God, your smile is uglier than crying, it almost brought my tears out. After the plane took off, we walked over to say hello to him.He ignored us, didn't speak, just stood there like a statue.In that way, it was as if the whole person had been hollowed out.I know that although he didn't say a word to you, his heart is with you, and his heart has gone with you.When I returned your wooden lantern to him, he suddenly went berserk, held it up and rushed towards the isolation gate, and several security guards couldn't hold it back... It breaks my heart to see a grown man in that pain.Yuan Ge keeps asking him why he refuses to confess his love to you since he loves you.I stopped her recklessness, but I also felt very uncomfortable.Tang Shi, I admire your strength and even more your kindness.However, at the same time, I also envy you for having such a strong and profound love. Remember, you told me that in my previous life, I tried my best and never got the complete love of Lord Wu, and that kind of life is called a failure.You also said that I made a wish before I died: If I can truly love him, even if it is only for one day, it will be enough. Tang Shi, you have already got this kind of love, even if you can't stay together, your hearts will be together, not for a day, but forever.Isn't that enough?The reason why a flower is beautiful is that it was once in full bloom instead of being fixed as an oil painting on the wall forever. If you can think like this, then you are the happiest person in the world and have received the most beautiful love, aren’t you? Tang Shi, let's laugh again, don't cry for parting anymore, as long as there is love, this world is still infinitely beautiful... I haven't read the letter yet, tears blurred my eyes again... Xiling Snow At midnight on June 26, 2002, in Xi'an Plum Garden