Chapter 11 Chapter Ten Goodbye, My Little Girl

Later, it was this ups and downs of life that told Sang Li: If a person who stands on a high place falls from a high place one day, then what he has may only be himself. Unless he remembers to keep the most pure and beautiful things deep in his soul in the process of going to the heights.However, it is impossible for an ambitious person to live simply. It turns out that a simple life is a great blessing... At 9:30 in the morning, standing in the mourning hall of the Phoenix Mountain Funeral Home, Sang Li suddenly felt a little dazed when he thought of this. Vaguely, those old events and those old people are still in her silent memory, vaguely, ups and downs.

Perhaps, it has never disappeared, and it cannot be annihilated in life. When she was in a daze like this, Chang Qing stood beside Sang Li, and she didn't speak, but looked at the hanging photo with a mournful expression and remained silent. It was so quiet in the mourning hall. At this time, all the people waiting to express their condolences are waiting outside the mourning hall—the large state-owned enterprises that Sang Yuecheng has served have preserved many institutional styles: the special funeral team hastily arranged wreaths and flowers, and some people wore black dresses outside the mourning hall The young girl was handing out small white flowers, and a few young men came and went to guide the people outside to line up.Only the family members stood in the mourning hall, waiting for the memorial service to begin.

After an unknown amount of time, Chang Qing turned to Sang Li and asked, "Where's Ma Yu, why didn't he come back with you?" Sang Li was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "He's gone abroad." When she said this, she was actually a little apprehensive - she didn't know what others would think if she said she didn't tell Ma Yu at all? Chang Qing glanced at Sang Li and sighed deeply: "Xiao Li, in fact, everyone is not blind, what are you thinking in your heart, do you think only you know?" Sang Li didn't look up, just looked at the toes.

Chang Qing said slowly: "The first time I saw you, you were only nine years old. Now, in the blink of an eye, it has been nearly twenty years. When I put on makeup for your father in the morning, I thought, I am also fifty-one this year. It is over half a century before I realize that life is actually a very simple thing. Two people can meet and be together, it is fate, and we must cherish it. Because we don’t know if something will happen suddenly, and it will happen in a blink of an eye. Take someone away from you. Therefore, no matter how good your relationship is, 'everlasting' is unrealistic, and there are too many variables in life. Then, when you can rely on each other, let's be together well."

Sang Li tilted her head slightly to hide the tears in her eyes. She didn't know how to say to Chang Qing: Now, it's not that she doesn't love, but that the love when she was young meets the warmth when she grew up. Not sure, which way to go? She subconsciously took out her mobile phone, but it was quiet and there was no news. As Tian Miao said, she would call Sang Li. But after thirty-six hours, Sang Li still didn't know whether Shen Jie's operation was successful or not. While he was in a daze, there was a voice at the door.Sang Li and Chang Qing looked up, and saw Ma Yu hurried in, walked up to them, and said anxiously: "Sorry, I'm late."

He panted slightly while talking, his whole body looked dusty. Sang Li and Chang Qing were both stunned. After a few seconds, Chang Qing came to his senses first, and the circles of his eyes were red again: "Thank you for your hard work, you have come so far..." Sang Li stared blankly at Ma Yu. It was hot, and there was sweat on his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. Instead, he put the suitcase aside, turned around and held Sang Li's hand tightly, and looked at Chang Li. Qing said: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I can't help you with anything, what else can I do?"

Chang Qing hesitated for a moment, picked up a small white flower from his side and pinned it on Ma Yu's chest, then picked up a piece of black cloth symbolizing kinship status, put it on Ma Yu's arm, fastened it on the sleeve with a pin, and choked up: " Let's say goodbye, he was in such a hurry last time, he always said he didn't see what you look like." After she finished speaking, she turned around to wipe away her tears, and Sang Li finally couldn't help it, and let the tears fall. Ma Yu took Sang Li's hand with a solemn expression, and stood with her in front of Sang Yuecheng's body. Sang Yuecheng, who had put on makeup, looked more and more asleep. Sang Li was in a daze, and blurted out: "Dad— "

Chang Qing behind her was shocked, and looked up at Sang Li: How many years have you not heard Sang Li call this name? Sang Li seemed to realize something, and closed his mouth in astonishment. It was Ma Yu who took her words and called out, "Dad—" Sang Li was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ma Yu, only to see him looking at Sang Yuecheng solemnly, speaking slowly, as if swearing: "Dad, don't worry, I will treat Sang Li well, forever. Ling, please bless us, we will grow old together and never be separated." He held Sang Li's hand tightly, his eyes were so pious, with deep sorrow, but also the most sincere hope.

In the silent mourning hall, Sang Li's tears finally welled up again. This man, does he know how heavy such an oath is? On such an occasion, at such a time, and in front of such a deceased person, he made such a solemn and solemn oath for a lifetime? Isn't he afraid?Aren't you afraid of that broom star named Sang Li, and the bad luck she might bring? Before that, she never knew that this man whom she had always thought of like a shadow, and occasionally forgot, was really determined and didn't want to just be that supporting role in her life? Even though she gave her love to Xiang Ning and Shen Jie's unbearable, he still stood there, telling her before she realized that he was waiting, whenever she turned around, she would see his arms.

There is warmth, love, family, laughter, and the embrace of trivial but real happiness. After the memorial service, it was Ma Yu who held the urn and went to the ashes storage room with Sang Li and Chang Qing. Chang Qing was a little sad: "It is said that it is safe to go to the ground, Xiaoli, you should send your father to your mother." But Sang Li answered her quietly: "Auntie, I think, if Dad really has to choose, he might prefer to be with you forever, after all these years, he only feels like living with you when he is with you. " Chang Qing looked at Sang Li in disbelief, and Sang Li hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I just think that Dad wants to wait more..."

I can't go on, because I don't know how to express my kindness correctly. It was Chang Qing who held Sang Li's hand first, choking with sobs: "Xiao Li, you don't need to say it, I understand." She raised her head, looked at Sang Li, and smiled faintly with tears in her eyes: "Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sangli and Ma Yu with relief: "If one day I'm gone, you can bury us together with Miaomiao. In this way, you will still have a companion in the sky..." She raised her head to look at the sky, the scorching sun seemed to be drying up people's tears. Sang Li looked at the sporadic white in Chang Qing's hair, and suddenly felt so sad. That night, it was the first time that the Sang family, which had been deserted for a long time, turned on the lights for dinner.When Sang Li was preparing dinner with Chang Qing, her mobile phone rang. She picked it up and looked at it. It could not be more simple than four words: the operation was successful. Sender: Tian Miao. A big rock finally fell to the ground. Sang Li let out a long breath in the kitchen, Chang Qing saw it, and asked casually, "Is there something wrong?" Sang Li shook his head: "No." Chang Qing looked at Ma Yu outside the house, then turned around and drove Sang Li out: "Go out and accompany Ma Yu, walk around the street with him, or go to the beach to see." Sang Li wanted to say something, but Chang Qing was very stubborn, and still pushed Sang Li out the door. It was evening, and the wind in the seaside city had begun to cool slightly.Every household is busy making dinner, and pedestrians are also busy rushing home.Sang Li and Ma Yu walked side by side on the street, and occasionally Sang Li would point it out to Ma Yu: This is the home of my elementary school classmates; this is the place where I played hide-and-seek with Nan Yang when I was young; there used to be a monument here, but It was later removed... Ma Yu listened quietly, occasionally agreeing a few times, the time is quiet, which is a rare peace. Passing through a small bookstore in the middle, Sang Li looked around, turned around and pulled Ma Yu's arm, and asked him, "Shall we go in and have a look?" Ma Yu nodded and walked in with her.The bookstore is not big, half of the outside is the current month's magazines, and there are a few limited magazines inside, and there are also some bestsellers. Sang Li looked at the past row by row, and suddenly, his eyes froze in one place. Ma Yu stood behind her flipping through a "Chinese National Geographic" magazine. After a long time, there was no sound behind her. Looking back, she saw Sang Li staring blankly at a book on the shelf. Soft light-colored cover, faint rose pattern, against the black title in the upper right corner: "Fragrant Years". In the lower left corner of the cover is a photo of a family of three: the middle-aged man is handsome, the woman next to him is graceful and noble, and behind him stands a handsome boy with his hands on his parents' shoulders, smiling brightly—if such a scene is not "Family happiness", so what else can match these four words? Perhaps because Sang Li paid too much attention to this book, the young girl who looked at the store came over and introduced enthusiastically: "This book is not bad. Many students from the art school next door came to buy it. Liang Weisong is a celebrity himself, and his wife It’s so rich again, I didn’t know it before, but after reading it, I realized that rich people can live such a happy life. The students of the art school said that buying this book can not only understand the life of idols, but also serve as a clothing guide Look, there is a photo of Liang Weisong's wife in it, she is wearing a famous brand, she is very beautiful..." Sang Li didn't speak, just stared at the book closely, and after a long time, he reached out to take it off, held it in his hand, and opened the inner pages. Liang Weisong—really that Liang Weisong, a well-known tenor singer, the director of the Vocal Music Department of the Conservatory of Music, a professor, a subject leader, and a master tutor. He enjoys the "Special Allowance of the State Council" and is a contracted artist of several well-known theaters... Zhao Qianhua—really that Zhao Qianhua, a fashion designer who returned from studying in the United States, is in charge of the family business including clothing, cosmetics, household products and more than a dozen industries. She was born from a famous family with a golden key... Such two people, in their 40s, married for 20 years, wrote a book together, inserted a lot of photos of their lives, and added those sensational words written by gunmen who did not know where they were hired. ? A sneer gradually appeared on the corner of Sang Li's lips. Ma Yu was a little surprised, so he also took a copy of "Fragrant Years" to read. The clerk was still chattering: "Buy the book, it's not bad, Liang Weisong's songs are so good, his interview was broadcast on TV a few days ago, and his students all came on stage to say how good he is, both virtue and art..." Both virtue and art?Sang Li sneered. What a ridiculous deception—such a man, standing on the stage in a well-groomed appearance, everyone said that he has both virtue and skill, but how many people would have thought that he would be a beast in clothes? ! Married for 20 years, and his wife seems to be in harmony with each other - it's not that Zhao Qianhua doesn't know what kind of guy Liang Weisong is, but she can bear it? ! Unexpectedly, this utterly hypocritical couple can still write such a book that seems to be deeply in love but only insiders know that they are completely nonsense? Red mouth and white teeth, he actually had the nerve to write this: "Now, twenty years later, I realize that all the success in my career is not worth the light at home - the one I love most in the world. Woman, stand behind me, no matter how far I go, there will always be a light..." This is total fucking fart! The woman he loves the most... There are so many women he loves, he loves every woman whose clothes he has stripped!Every prettier woman will be stripped naked by him! Sang Li trembled with anger while watching, Ma Yu was a little startled, dropped the book and dragged Sang Li out.Seeing that they didn't buy books, the clerk immediately turned cold and let out an annoyed "hum". When he walked out of the shop, Ma Yu stopped, stretched out his hand and pulled Sang Li into his arms, and Sang Li bumped into him, humming "Woo".Then he buried his head in Ma Yu's arms, and let him stand on the street corner with his arms around him, motionless. Her body was still trembling slightly, Ma Yu sighed, stretched out his hand to pat her on the back, and called her in a low voice: "Sang Li, it's over, it's really over, some people will always be punished..." Hearing this, Sang Li raised his head abruptly, staring at Ma Yu with red eye circles, with both grievance and surprise in his eyes. Ma Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly: "I don't know what happened to you. But forget it if you have to. It's useless to remember meaningless things. You live well, even for someone The best vengeance for someone..." His voice was so warm, Sang Li couldn't help hugging him tightly, and when his face rubbed against his clothes, those old memories came flooding back. She is really not reconciled. Why do some people suffer fatal injuries, while others can laugh so shamelessly?And in the past, how could the greedy, vain, and shameless her allow shameless people like them to succeed?In the final analysis, it was her greed, her vanity, her ignorance, her eagerness for success, and her mistakes, so she had no one to blame. In the wind of early autumn, Sang Li looked up at the sky in Ma Yu's arms, stopped the tears that were about to flood, and finally turned all the grievances, unwillingness, and anger into a wry smile. On the third day after the memorial service, Sang Li and Ma Yu got on the return plane.During the two-hour flight, it was evening when I got off the plane. Ma Yu didn't ask, but sent Sang Li directly to the hospital. Sang Li was slightly taken aback when he saw the hospital gate, Ma Yu smiled, and he patted Sang Li's head with one free hand: "I was restless all the way, why don't you hurry up and take a look? I'm going to the exhibition hall to see I will contact you later about the arrangement of the exhibition." Sang Li felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry." But Ma Yu held her hand: "Don't worry, auspicious people have their own faces." Sang Li's eye sockets swelled, and he blinked vigorously a few times to dilute the sour feeling.Then he looked up at Ma Yu and smiled slightly.Ma Yu saw it and just shook her hand tightly again. That night, Sang Li was always by Shen Jie's side, and Shen Jie never woke up. In the hospital with a strong smell of disinfectant, Sang Li stared blankly at Shen Jie's sleeping face, thinking about those past events in his head, suddenly felt that these seemingly short three years, the people who were close at hand, seemed to be separated from each other. out of reach. After ten o'clock, the screen of the mobile phone glowed brightly. Sang Li lowered his head and saw Ma Yu's text message: Go downstairs, I'm in the lobby on the first floor. Sang Li looked up at Shen Jie, saw that he was still sleeping, then walked out of the ward lightly, closed the door carefully, and walked towards the elevator.While waiting for the elevator, Sang Li was a little puzzled—what is Ma Yu doing here? The elevator went to the first floor, and as soon as the door was opened, Sang Li saw Ma Yu holding a paper bag in his hand, looking up at the poster posted on the wall: the first floor is the obstetrics and gynecology ward, and the poster depicts a child in the mother's womb Ma Yu watched the whole process of growing up so intently that he didn't even hear Sang Li approaching him. "Do you see what you have learned?" Sang Li patted Ma Yu's shoulder from behind. Ma Yu was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Sang Li and smiled. "I brought you dinner." He smiled and raised his hand, pointing to the lunch box in the paper bag, "Snacks you like." He pulled her to sit aside, and took out everything: pumpkin pudding, red bean stewed milk, crab roe soup dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings, emerald siu mai... Sang Li's eyes widened: "You are crazy, there are so many, who can finish it?" He handed her a bottle of purified water and said, "Who said I'll eat it for you? I didn't have dinner either." Sang Li was surprised: "What are you busy with?" "Sculpture exhibition, everyone is busy, I'm too embarrassed to go away." He ate a siu mai while stuffing a shrimp dumpling into Sang Li's mouth. Seeing Sang Li's bulging cheeks, he laughed, "Like a frog." Sang Li rolled his eyes at him, swallowed, drank his saliva and asked, "You left YOYO alone at home again?" "She fell asleep." Ma Yu ate the food in three mouthfuls, clapped his hands and stood up, "Besides, I'm going back later." "You came here just to bring me snacks?" Sang Li asked him while eating snacks. "Wrong, it's to have snacks with you." Ma Yu stretched his waist and glanced at Sang Li. "I was too busy a while ago to take care of you. At that time, I was afraid that you thought I was narrow-minded, but you were really narrow-minded." , Don’t tell me such a big thing when you go home. Why, you plan to take care of everything in the future by yourself?” He stood opposite her, bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked directly at her with helpless eyes: "Although my rival in love is hospitalized, I am also very important to you anyway, you treat me as a volunteer no?" Sang Li suddenly choked his throat, not knowing what to say. Ma Yu straightened up, stretched out his hand to pat her on the shoulder, and waved: "I'm leaving, there's no need to send it off, you can go upstairs." After walking a few steps, he turned his head and saw that Sang Li was still standing there, so he pointed to his eyes with a smile: "You have dark circles, beauty, your youth is gone, take care!" Then he quickly walked out of the gate of the ward building and disappeared in the night. Sang Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Turning around to go upstairs, while waiting for the elevator, she heard someone calling her: "Sang Li!" Sang Li turned around, just in time to see Tian Miao walking over with a plastic bag in his hand.She felt a little unbelievable: it was so late, why did everyone report to the hospital one by one? Tian Miao curled her lips and smiled: "It seems that I am really not suitable for showing kindness." She raised her hand and showed the plastic bag in her hand, which contained several fast food boxes: "I was going to bring you some supper." Sang Li felt a sudden surge of warmth, and didn't know what to say for a while. "Stop!" Tian Miao saw that Sang Li's eyes were a little red, and hurriedly raised her hand to stop it, "Don't do this, I'm not used to it." Sang Li laughed out loud, but saw that Tian Miao's expression became a little hesitant. Sang Li looked at Tian Miao in wonder, and finally sighed when she saw her: "You are like this now, I don't even know who to help." "What do you mean?" Sang Li didn't understand. "I don't know, should I help him keep you, or push you away..." Tian Miao looked at Sang Li, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Don't tell Shen I always said... I know, Mr. Shen signed a will before the operation." "A will?" Sang Li tensed up - Shen Jie, did you really prepare for the worst? Tian Miao's tone was as calm as repeating an ordinary business: "Mr. Shen's will said that if his operation fails and encounters an accident, all the management rights of the seven Liyuan will be transferred to your name. But now that the operation is successful, Li He will continue to take care of the park...but, in the future, he will return the fund set up in your name to you, and it will be at your disposal." "Fund?" Sang Li looked at Tian Miao in surprise. "Yes, the 'Sangli Philharmonic Fund' itself is a non-moving fund, which uses investment income to pay for project expenditures every year. The annual reward expenditure of the fund is 300,000 yuan, which is used to reward those who have outstanding vocal talents. A student at an art school," she stopped, shaking her head, "Sang Li, it seems that you really don't know what's going on outside the window, this fund should have rewarded your younger brothers and sisters more than once." Sang Li was dumbfounded. The elevator came down, opened the door, closed it, and went up again... Sang Li and Tian Miao were still standing in the lobby on the first floor, facing each other silently.After an unknown amount of time, Tian Miao sighed again, stuffed the plastic bag in Sangli's arms, turned and left. Sang Li returned to the ward and opened the door, but Shen Jie was still sleeping. Sitting on Shen Jie's bedside, watching his slow and even breathing, she suddenly felt guilty. She said she would stay with him, but when he woke up from a coma, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was not her. At that time, would he be a little disappointed because of her absence? She couldn't help but leaned down slightly, stretched her arms around his body that rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and put her face quietly against his ear. The pillow was very soft, and the pillow towel quickly absorbed the cold liquid seeping out of nowhere. The night is long. And yet you're still alive, how good it is. It was early in the morning when Shen Jie woke up, at three or four o'clock, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure crouching beside the bed.He couldn't help but smile a little. She was asleep and couldn't see her, so he didn't dare to move for fear of waking her up. He just stared at Sangli's face, closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes—his little girl's eyelashes are so long, with curly hair, so close up, she really looks like a doll. In fact, not long after, when Sang Li woke up, she was obviously woken up by herself: she didn't know what she dreamed about, her whole body trembled like a spring, and she turned her head to look at Shen Jie in panic.The eyes that had just opened were still bloodshot, and Shen Jie was taken aback for a moment before realizing that she might have come to the hospital directly after returning from her hometown. Perhaps, since he was hospitalized, she, who likes to sleep for beauty, has not even had a good night's sleep. Shen Jie felt a soft pain in his heart. Seeing Shen Jie's wide-open eyes, Sang Li was also taken aback for a moment, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Shen Jie, as if saying to himself: "Are you awake?" Shen Jie smiled, with a gentle voice: "It's alive." Sang Li was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on a ferocious expression, stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Jie's face: "What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you live a good life, I—" Suddenly choked up, and stared at Shen Jie with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Shen Jie smiled, he raised his hand, grabbed Sang Li's hand, and clasped his fingers, his palm felt slightly warm. He said, "Little girl, I think it's good to see you again." He closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was as low as a whisper: "I used to dream of you..." Sang Li lowered his head and leaned on his chest, and there was liquid seeping from his eyes, seeping onto the quilt, and smelling of disinfectant. After breakfast, the two watched TV together. Click on all the channels, except for the TV commercials, which are Korean idol dramas, Shen Jie lacks interest, and Sang Li squints and feels a little dizzy. Suddenly, I don't know which channel to switch to. An unknown urban romance drama is being broadcast. A young girl said to another girl, "What do you like most about him?" The girl who was questioned thought about it carefully, and answered: "Aura, I like his aura the most, it is very tough and has the style of a general." ... Sang Li was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Jie, only to find that he was also looking at her. After meeting her eyes, he smiled, and suddenly asked: "Sang Li, have you ever liked me?" "Yes." She didn't dodge or hide her eyes, looking directly at her clearly. As soon as his heart warmed up, he couldn't help reaching out his hand and gently caressing her face: She has really grown up, her eyebrows, her expression, her charm... It turns out that when the vicissitudes of life are written on the face, it is even more a kind of Style, not just a few wrinkles. He couldn't help asking her: "Then what do you like about me?" She hesitated for a moment—yes, what do I like about him? After about a long time, she replied: "I like your occasional soft eyes." He froze. Sang Li lowered her head and leaned gently beside him, no longer explaining, just watching TV intently. It seems to be very attentive. But only Sang Li knew that what was shaking in front of her eyes was not the rookie on the TV screen, but the energetic Shen Jie that year and that month. At that time, when he walked her in the grand banquet hall, whether it was a smile or a greeting, he revealed a tough aura besides being polite, which made her subconsciously think of that phrase, which is called "talking." While laughing, the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes"... However, when he was with her, he was always gentle and tolerant, just like when she taught him to play "Fighting the Landlords", she wished he could blow him up, and even if he had the best cards in his hand, he would not Willing to throw it down.He played with her, followed her, and let her be happy, even if he tore the cards in his hand to pieces.The way he looks at her is more like looking at a child, and the way he pampers her will always remind her that if he has a daughter in the future, he really doesn't know how he will be spoiled... Forget when he started calling her "little girl". Perhaps, at that time, he really regarded her as his most precious little girl, although she didn't understand at that time, and he didn't realize it either. Thinking of this, she finally couldn't help but think of that "Fragrant Years" again. The hatred in her heart meandered and crawled again, all the way to her heart, biting into sharp pain. Liang Weisong, Zhao Qianhua... If I didn't know you, I'm afraid I wouldn't know that there is really such a kind of person in this world, the most humble and invincible! The old people said that fish look for fish, shrimp look for shrimp, and bastards look for turtle relatives. It turns out that this is the case—animals, only when they meet another animal can they fall in love with each other! When Sang Li saw Zhao Qianhua for the first time, he didn't expect that she was Liang Weisong's wife. A simple white silk shirt, a fluffy red, black and gray three-color striped silk scarf, and dark gray trousers, look more like a white-collar worker in an office building.She looks only in her early thirties, but her gestures are full of the charm of a mature woman. It was in the lobby of Zhongyue, Sang Li accompanied Shen Jie out, Liang Weisong and Zhao Qianhua got their room cards and went to the elevator. The moment they met each other, Sang Li even blurted out: "Hello, Teacher Liang!" Everyone was a little surprised. Liang Weisong was the first to react, and looked at Sang Li with a smile: "Xiao Sang, why are you here?" Sang Li looked at Shen Jie, not knowing how to explain, Shen Jie smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Liang, hello! I have seen you for a long time. I am Sang Li's boyfriend, my name is Shen Jie, and I am also the general manager here. " Liang Weisong couldn't hide his astonishment, but subconsciously shook hands with Shen Jie, and at the same time, a gentle questioning voice sounded beside him: "Wei Song, don't you want to introduce me?" Liang Weisong came back to his senses and introduced with a smile: "This is my wife, Ms. Zhao Qianhua." Pointing to Sang Li again: "Students from Lu Zibin's department, the first prize in this year's National Singing Contest, a hero born of youth since ancient times!" Lu Zibin is the dean of the music department where Sang Li works and a classmate of Liang Weisong's university. When he introduced this, Sang Li was in awe and Zhao Qianhua was at ease. Sure enough, Zhao Qianhua smiled more intimately, and stretched out her hand to Sang Li and said, "Nice to meet you." Sang Li looked at Zhao Qianhua enviously while being flattered, and the moment he shook hands with her, he found that the watch on her wrist was a new model of Longines. The feeling in my heart is very complicated: a little bit of envy, a little bit of curiosity, a little bit of surprise... After saying goodbye to each other and getting into the car with Shen Jie, Sang Li turned his head subconsciously and looked in the direction where Zhao Qianhua disappeared.Shen Jie saw it, and asked Sang Li with a smile while starting the car: "Isn't it? Is she so beautiful that it makes your eyes shine?" Sang Li couldn't help sighing: "What a woman with taste, she has all kinds of charms, but she is not coquettish, her temperament is so good, she is simply noble..." "Stop," Shen Jie thought it was funny, "Don't you know that a woman with taste must not be young anymore, and the most beautiful woman is a woman who has no taste?" Sang Li was already dazed by him, and looked at him blankly. While driving, Shen Jie knocked on the top of Sang Li's head with one free hand. Seeing Sang Li dodge to the side with resentment on his face, he smiled helplessly: "Taste can be cultivated, but pure temperament can never be gone." Answer. But women are really strange animals. When they are twenty, they want to trade innocence for charm, and when they are thirty, they lament that they are getting old quickly..." Sang Li couldn't understand the emotion he said, and ignored him, just wondering why Liang Weisong came to City G with his wife? It was later learned that Liang Weisong's wife, Zhao Qianhua, is a famous fashion designer and the president of a large company.This time I came to G City to attend the opening ceremony of a clothing store of a certain brand under it—on the most prosperous pedestrian street in the city, the location of every inch of land and the three-story storefront facing the street, through the French windows with the same width as the wall, you can clearly see See the layout inside: women's clothing on the first floor, men's clothing on the second floor, evening dresses and wedding dresses on the third floor...beautiful and magnificent. Sang Li has also passed by the door of that store many times, looked up at the clothes in the window, and couldn't help but sigh the importance of "level" - what level of people you are, you will naturally have the opportunity to know what level you are People, even, can choose a spouse from what level. At that time, Liang Weisong and Zhao Qianhua in Sang Li's eyes were masters. However, whenever she thinks of them, she always inevitably thinks of Guo Yunhua, the mentor who led her on the road of music. I can't help thinking: It's cold, Mr. Guo, are you used to living in that city near the sea? When thinking this way, the guilt in my heart seemed to turn into small blisters, bubbling up. After breaking up with Xiang Ning, Sang Li met Guo Yunhua once. It was at a large-scale performance, and the girl who sang a solo behind Sang Li happened to be the student Guo Yunhua was leading now. She was one year older than Sang Li, and she was already in the first year of graduate school.During the rehearsal, Sang Li always felt that this girl looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen her before. But that girl also has a very cheerful personality. When she was waiting for the stage in the backstage, she kept telling Sang Li: "My mentor is very nice, and she will come today. They are all very nice people. My current boyfriend My friend was introduced by my tutor... I always go to her house for dinner during the holidays. Teacher Guo's cooking skills are very high. Alas, woman, why can it be so perfect... Sang Li smiled and listened to her, his eyes gradually became wet. Someone came in while they were chatting, and they turned around together, bumping into Guo Yunhua's smiling face, she looked at her student and said hello: "Xiaozhu..." Suddenly stopped. She looked at Sang Li in astonishment, the smile on her face froze in an instant, and Sang Li's smile was also a little bit astringent, she just stood up anxiously, and called out in a low voice: "Teacher Guo..." The girl next to her was stunned. After a while, Guo Yunhua was the first to ask with a smile: "Sang Li, are you okay now?" Her smile was as warm as usual, and Sang Li blinked quickly, telling himself - don't cry, definitely don't cry, the makeup will wear off, don't cry... She just lowered her head slightly, not daring to look into Guo Yunhua's eyes: "I'm fine, teacher, how are you, and Uncle Xiang..." Guo Yunhua finally sighed: "We are all fine, but Sang Li, why don't you ask... Is Xiang Ning okay?" The moment that name was born, it was like a thunderbolt, piercing through Sang Li's heart. Sang Li's face turned pale instantly. Guo Yunhua took a step closer and took Sangli's hand. The smile on her face seemed to contain too much pain as a mother. She sighed softly and said, "Xiang Ning has never been back. He said he was busy, but we I think he is afraid of coming back..." Her hands are still so warm and dry, like mother's hands. Sang Li lowered her head, unable to suppress the sadness in her heart—the sixteen-year-old was the most important moment in Sang Li's life, it was these hands that brought her closer to music and on this road! Sang Li's voice was choked with sobs: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry for you, I let you down." "Disappointment is true," Guo Yunhua sighed, reaching out to caress Sang Li's bun, "What Haoran and I are most afraid of is your today, and you have really come to today." Her voice revealed helplessness and sadness, and even had a strong sense of nostalgia and farewell. She said: "Sang Li, we really regarded you as our daughter." With a "bang", something seemed to collapse in the bottom of my heart.Amidst the smoke and dust, Sang Li felt that he was suffocated by the flying time fragments.She raised her head with tears in her eyes, but saw Guo Yunhua let go of his hand and turned to go out. She turned her back to Sang Li, and her voice was austere: "But, the Xiang family really can't tolerate you anymore, Sang Li. I know Xiang Ning will never forget you. If possible, even if he returns to China, please don't see him again. " With a bitter yet refusal tone, the cold order to evict guests... At that moment, Sang Li seemed to see the black despair in the sky, like a net, slowly pulling away. However, this was the path she chose, and she couldn't do anything other than swallow the tears in her heart. It was also at this time that she remembered that the girl in front of her was He Xiaozhu, the girl who sang with her in the Children's Palace many years ago. It's a pity that when she looked up and saw the clear contempt in He Xiaozhu's eyes, she knew that the so-called "meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country" could only turn into a cold indifference. However, as an excellent singer, Sang Li will not bring any emotions into the performance. She interpreted the aria almost perfectly, and her bright smile not only fit the theme of the performance, but also conquered the audience in the VIP seats.After the performance, the leaders and guests came to the stage to shake hands with the actors one by one. Those words of encouragement and warm praise seemed to tell Sang Li—look, this is what you want, and now, you have indeed got it. She worked very hard, suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, and showed everyone a smiling face. Leung Wai Song was also in the guest team. He was the last one to walk, and when he passed by Sangli, he said in a kind tone: "Xiao Sang, don't leave, let's sit together at night." Sang Li smiled and nodded, agreeing. But to Sang Li's surprise, Liang Weisong didn't choose a quiet tea room that night, but chose a noisy bar instead. Sang Li was waiting for him at the door of the bar, and when he saw him, he asked puzzledly, "Mr. Liang, can't we drink the bar?" Liang Weisong was obviously in a good mood, smiled heartily, and replied as he walked in: "Suddenly I want to find a lively place to experience it. After thinking about it, this time is probably the most lively place here." During the conversation, the two entered the bar. It was indeed a lively time at eleven o'clock in the evening.The waiter came up and took the two of them to the seats near the corner.Although it was dim there, the entire small stage could be seen unobstructed. Sang Li sat down curiously, watching Liang Weisong raised her hand to summon the waiter, while she happily studied a small jar containing dice.After Liang Weisong finished ordering drinks, he turned around and saw Sang Li playing dice. He held Sang Li's hand with his left hand, and opened her fingers with his right hand, took out the dice, and held it in his hand to play.When Liang Weisong's hand touched Sang Li, he hesitated slightly. Sang Li was a little suspicious, but kept his expression on. She just smiled brightly, leaned over quickly, and followed Liang Weisong's example to snatch the dice back. She smiled and said, "Adults can't compete with children." Her smile is perfectly balanced: both the innocence of a child and the charm of a woman. Liang Weisong also laughed, and said while laughing: "You are so funny, you are not afraid of me, unlike my students who complain all day long that I can't laugh and are too strict with them." "Strict teachers make great students," Sang Li said with a smile, "If I could have such a teacher, I would laugh out loud in my dreams." "Ye Yuxia's student is also good." Liang Weisong turned the teacup in his hand, seemingly inadvertently mentioned, "Shen Jie is Qin Lizhong's son... I only recently found out that he took his mother's surname. How is President Qin?" "I don't know," Sang Li said honestly, "I haven't seen him before." "Oh," Liang Weisong looked at Sang Li, "Did Shen Jie take you to meet his parents? Aren't you his girlfriend?" "Is the girlfriend going to meet the parents?" Sang Li frowned, leaned back slightly, and looked at Liang Weisong against the back of the sofa. Liang Weisong nodded: "That's right. Their family style has always been very loose, which is rare in a rich family." After changing the subject, he continued to ask, "You are about to graduate, what do you plan to do?" Sang Li replied, "Maybe I will go to Shanghai." "Shanghai...is pretty good too," Liang Weisong said thoughtfully, "Do you want to come to Beijing?" Sang Li looked at Liang Weisong, his brains turned quickly, and he smiled and replied: "Then you have to help me." Liang Weisong is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he just smiled and said: "If you need investment, will you ask Shen Jie to help you?" It was an obvious temptation - he could help Sang Li, but he didn't want Sang Li to turn around and rely on Shen Jie's strength. Sang Li was not stupid, so he pretended to be very cautious and asked, "Teacher Liang, how much does it cost to invest?" Liang Weisong stretched out a hand, clenched it into a fist and shook it. Sang Li gasped: "One hundred thousand?" Liang Weisong nodded: "You should know that a good platform far exceeds this investment." He smiled: "Besides, this is an internal price." Sang Li also smiled: "Then I really don't have any money, and Shen Jie won't help me, because he's going back to Shanghai Zhongyue's headquarters—if I'm in Beijing, what would it be like?" Liang Weisong laughed: "My child, you are really a child—you are willing to give up such a good opportunity? No matter how capable Shen Jie is, I will send you to graduate school, or to be a chorus actor in a song and dance theater. I will help you to the best one." Song and dance theater, you will have the opportunity to study in the best music schools in the future, and even go abroad for further study. When you come back, you will be a combination of Chinese and Western." Sang Li was shocked in his heart, thoughtful. Liang Weisong saw Sang Li's vacillation, and smiled slightly: "But Shanghai is not bad, girls, having a stable home is the most important thing." He glanced at Sang Li: "When will you treat us to a wedding candy?" This sentence accurately points to the most uncertain part of Sang Li - who is she in Shen Jie?Since it is not the final destination, now when there is a higher step in front of her, should she step on it? The best opera house, the best school, the easiest way... Liang Weisong is not lying, she believes he can do it.It's just that she has no money, and Shen Jie doesn't want to pay... Besides, is there any other way out? Duan Rui said: Men can be used as pedals, but they cannot be used as rice bowls. But, is Shen Jie willing to be used as a pedal by herself?If you don't want to... then isn't he courting death? The bar was very noisy, and the noise made Sang Li, who was used to being quiet, dizzy.Liang Weisong looked at the stage leisurely. Sang Li followed his gaze and found that the person singing was a young woman with long hair covering half of her face, but she was very pretty.Her voice is not slightly rough and hoarse like many bar singers, but clear and clear, especially when she sings songs in foreign languages. Seeing the curiosity in her eyes, Liang Weisong approached her slightly and told her, "That's the lady boss." "What?" Sang Li was taken aback, looked at Liang Weisong, and then carefully looked at the woman on the stage. "Really," Liang Weisong leaned against Sang Li, sitting relaxed, no longer the image of the black costume and bow tie on the stage, "she was not a proprietress when she started singing, but when she became a proprietress, she could only Just kidding, which boss can let his woman sing in public all day long?" The pointed tone made Sang Li feel even more troubled. But I have to admit, he was right. With Zhong Yue's background, Shen Jie's mother had to leave the stage when she became famous, so what was she like? Therefore, no matter whether Shen Jie is sincere or not, no matter whether he is willing to accept her or not, she will not have a better future. Their deal only contributed to their closeness; their closeness would eventually destroy her dream. In the noisy and bustling bar, Sang Li turned cold and didn't say a word. On the way back, Liang Weisong sent Sang Li off, pacing slowly, as if to contain Sang Li's impatience. When crossing the road, Liang Weisong seemingly inadvertently stretched his arms around Sang Li's waist, as if protecting her from being hurt by a passing car, Sang Li was taken aback, but didn't say anything. After crossing the road like this and turning to the fork in the way home, Liang Weisong still didn't let go of Sangli's waist.Sang Li didn't speak, just trying to figure out Liang Weisong's thoughts, she was a little uncertain: there is an essential difference between a person like Liang Weisong and those friends Shen Jie socializes with. He has a beautiful wife, impressive wealth, and a prominent position... ...He doesn't lack for anything, how could he attack a little girl like himself?Is it just because you are young? Finally walking outside the community, Liang Weisong didn't go in, but just smiled and said, "Sang Li, would you consider my suggestion?" He let go of his hand, raised his hand and gently brushed the messy hair on Sang Li's cheek behind his ears. Sang Li was stunned for a moment, but there was no other reaction. Liang Weisong's eyes danced with a small cluster of light, as if he was bewitched by something, he leaned down slightly, and whispered in Sangli's ear: "Money is actually not a problem, the key is whether you really want to enter this business. If you want I will help, just give me a correct sentence." After finishing speaking, he straightened up, smiled slightly, took a step back, and waved his hands: "I'm going back, you should think about it again." Sang Li lowered her eyes and watched him leave in a taxi. At that moment, Sang Li knew that he didn't need to hide anymore. There is no need to pretend that he doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't need to pretend that he doesn't care—he still sees through her, what she wants, and what she can't get now. The key is whether she really wants to enter this business - he has clearly seen how desperately she wants all of that. But, will Shen Jie let go? Thinking of this, Sang Li took a deep breath, as if it was only then that he realized that their deal lacked a deadline from the very beginning. The graduation recital came under such contradictory and entangled circumstances.Thanks to Shen Jie, it is not the provincial capital hall, but the studio hall of the provincial TV station.Sang Li knew that people should look at her now the same way they looked at Luo Jing back then, but she sneered and thought: No matter how contemptuous people's eyes are, don't they still want to send flowers to her? Not for anything else, just because she is the first prize in several national competitions, and she is Ye Yuxia's student, and there will even be Liang Weisong to join her tonight. Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitute... Sang Li looked at himself in the mirror sarcastically and thought: Sang Li, you have already reached a certain level of "prostitution", so you have the opportunity to learn singing from such famous masters, and you have the courage to walk away from people's pointers and discussions, so that you can sing. You can use your constantly improving skills to block other people's mouths... Is it your own deformity, or the world that is deformed? Thinking of this, she smiled in the mirror, then adjusted her makeup, and walked out with the most calm and elegant steps after the host Qing Yue's announcement sounded.She looked at the crowd of dark heads under the stage, raised her head, and showed a bright and confident smile. It was at that moment that she knew her decision—she never gave up on the original path, and she wanted to go on without looking back! When the music started, she sang with all her heart, from "Teach Me How Not to Miss Him", from "Riding on the Wings of Singing" to "The Last Rose of Summer"... the moment the applause sounded, Sang Li smiled and called the curtain call, she knew , his performance was very successful. She just didn't know if the time she and Shen Jie were together had come to an end? After the concert, Sang Li has been thinking about how to propose to Shen Jie that he is going to Beijing. In the evening, Shen Jie was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Sang Li suddenly asked while peeling an apple, "Uncle, are you thirty-five years old?" Shen Jie was reading a financial report, and when he heard this, he gritted his teeth a bit, glanced at Sang Li and said, "I told you not to call me uncle." Sang Li smiled, looked at Shen Jie and said, "Uncle, speaking of which, our zodiac signs are the same?" Shen Jie squinted at Sang Li, saw that the apple was finished peeling, and when she put down the knife, he pulled her into his arms, strangled her waist, looked at her young face seriously, and asked puzzledly: "Except that I am better than you Twelve years older, what else do you want to say?" Sang Li took a bite of an apple and asked him, "Why haven't you been married?" Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why, can't you wait to marry me?" "Didn't mention me!" Sang Li rolled his eyes, lifted the apple to Shen Jie's mouth, watched him take a bite, and asked, "You are so old, don't your parents rush you?" "They urged them, what does it have to do with me?" Shen Jie looked at the TV with a nonchalant expression. "Then you are going to get married sooner or later, right?" Sang Li continued to ask. "What exactly are you trying to say?" Shen Jie turned his eyes away from the TV and looked at Sang Li squarely. "I want to say—" Sang Li took a breath, looked into Shen Jie's eyes with rare seriousness, "I'm going to Beijing." "Beijing," Shen Jie was a little puzzled, "I've had classes with Teacher Ye for so long, and now I want to go to Beijing?" "Teacher Liang said he could recommend it for me." Sang Liyin went to some other information in Liang Weisong's words, "It probably costs money, and they can't help me for nothing." Shen Jie took a closer look at Sang Li: "I'm going back to the Shanghai headquarters in the second half of the year, you go to Beijing...you mean we separate?" Sang Li was taken aback for a moment, but after he really said this, he felt a little sad and reluctant, so he muttered and didn't speak. Shen Jie let go of his hands and stood up, paused for a while, then turned around and said to Sang Li, "Let me think about it." "You were the one who said you would help me realize my dream," Sang Li blurted out with a bit of grievance, lying on the armrest of the sofa, "I want to go to Beijing." Shen Jie took a closer look at Sang Li's eyes, the clear eyes were full of brilliance, still full of hope, and suddenly his heart softened. "I'll think about it and give you an answer," Shen Jiesi sighed softly, "Give me some time to think about what to do." Sang Li didn't speak any more. It's just that that night, Shen Jie suddenly seemed to explode with potential power, and entered and exited her body with all his might. Sweat streamed down and landed on her chest, scorching like boiling lava.She looked up, looked into his dark eyes, stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly, raised her upper body in bursts of joy, and bit his shoulder hard! The faint smell of blood quickly permeated, her eyes gradually fogged up, and he finally landed heavily on her body. The blinding white light dissipated, and she reached out to caress his back—still tight muscles, thirty-five years old, just a good age. He must have his own life, his home, his wife and children, everything that is peaceful and steady. That was the life of the upper class, full of the rules of the upper class... She didn't have a good background, and now she didn't have a clean soul. That world had nothing to do with her. She closed her eyes in the dark, and could only feel that he left her body a moment later, the emptiness at the moment of withdrawal carried a sudden coolness, piercing through her skin, flesh and blood, even her heart. In the night, Sang Li turned over and closed her eyes, feeling vaguely about to fall asleep.In the middle, I vaguely felt that Shen Jie took a bath and came back to lie down.The moment the mattress trembled, she seemed to have dreamed of something, like crimson mist, rippling, floating, with a little floral fragrance, permeating... She must have not fallen asleep, because the song suddenly appeared in her brain: Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, midnight comes and dawn goes.How long has it been like a spring dream?Going like a cloud without a place to look. Students who study vocal music probably know this song. It was originally a poem by Bai Juyi, but it was later composed by Huang Zi and became a famous art song.When Sang Li was a beginner, he liked the artistic conception in the song very much, so he looked up the allusions of this poem, and only then did he know: unexpectedly, this poem is about prostitutes! It is because tourists in the Tang and Song dynasties hired prostitutes to stay with them, and the prostitutes mostly came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.The time is so short, it seems to be just a dream for tourists.And the woman in the dream disappeared without a trace like a cloud in the morning. Thinking of this, Sang Li suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness! She looked at the dark surroundings in fear, and suddenly realized: Why did she think about this? ! Could it be that even she herself regards herself as a prostitute in her heart? Thinking of this, she suddenly suffocated her breath, sat up suddenly from the bed, covered her chest and took a deep breath. Shen Jie was startled, sat up and hugged her, and asked nervously: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" She didn't answer him, but just took a long breath, closed her eyes, and leaned into his arms wearily.She felt his hand patting her shoulder lightly, and whispered: "Sleep, little girl, have a good sleep, don't think so much..." And she, in his voice, really fell asleep. Years later, Liang Weisong also began to urge: Xiao Sang, if you want to come to Beijing, you must hurry up, you will graduate in more than half a year, you can't be so in a hurry! Just looking at the text messages he sent to her, everyone would think that this is a process of Bole looking after a horse—how much it is valued, how much love, how to look at it is the elders' guidance to outstanding young people. Probably only Sang Li knew about Liang Weisong's vague thoughts. Vaguely—because she was not sure whether her judgment was right or not. After all, Liang Weisong was probably a god in the mind of a student majoring in vocal music. But fortunately, Shen Jie has never been a procrastination person, after only a few weeks, he told her: You go to Beijing. It was Valentine's Day that day, and he took her out for dinner. The atmosphere in the western restaurant was very good. He suddenly said something that shocked Sang Li. When the answer was revealed, Sang Li even suspected that he was hallucinating because it was too unexpected. She hesitated and asked, "What did you just say?" Shen Jie took a sip from the glass, looked at her and said, "Go to Beijing." His tone was calm and calm, without resentment or joking, Sang Li was a little unexpected. "What about you? Aren't you going back to Shanghai?" Sang Li asked in a daze. Shen Jie smiled: "Fortunately, you still remember where I'm going." He pushed a beautifully packaged small box in front of her and said with a slight smile: "Fortunately, there are many flights between Beijing and Shanghai. If I have free time, I will visit you. In fact, this is also good. Once I return to the headquarters, I must be very busy and have no time to take care of you." Reach out and tap the box: "This is a Valentine's Day gift for you." Sang Li couldn't help laughing brightly.While laughing, she happily unwrapped the ribbon on the box, then carefully opened the wooden box, and saw a small and round teapot lying in the box! Looking at her puzzled eyes, Shen Jie patiently told her the allusion of "Mansheng Eighteen", the inscription on the bottom of the "Round Pearl Pot", and his hidden worries and implicit instructions... and Sang Li had been looking at Shen Jie thoughtfully, and for the first time felt that Shen Jie was not just a transaction partner or an uncle to him.