Chapter 43 Section 3

Seeing that the three of us had finally arrived, the waiter immediately started serving food.We lowered our heads and ate with our own thoughts.When Malatang recovered from his thoughts, he bit his lip and asked me, "Lu Licheng, is that him?" I stared at her blankly, unable to figure out what she was asking, and she gave me an angry look, "Bingshan! Is it him?" I can only nod, can there be a more reasonable and seamless explanation? Mala Tang puffed up her cheeks, as if angry, annoyed, and ashamed.Only then did I realize that something was wrong, "How do you know Lu Licheng?"

Embarrassment and shame flashed in Malatang's eyes, and he used a smile to hide his uneasiness and nervousness, "How big is the city of Beijing? He is not the president of the country, so why is it strange to know him?" I lowered my head and stuffed something into my mouth silently. Although my stomach felt like a piece of hard iron was stuffed, the best way to cover up my uneasiness when I didn't want to talk was to bury my head and chew. Lu Licheng didn't come back until we were eating dessert.His joining made the atmosphere in the banquet suddenly lively, and it felt like a gathering of friends.He and Song Yi talked and laughed like old friends for many years.Malatang also joined them, chatting about music, stocks, investment, and even the issue of desertification in China.For each topic, Lu Licheng will leave me a few words to say.Not too much and I feel overwhelmed; not too little and I feel unhappy.On the surface, the four of us got along incredibly well and happily.

The meal finally came to an end, and the four of them stood at the door of the hotel to bid farewell.Both Malatang and I were wearing very thin clothes. Although we had overcoats, the cold wind came directly from under the overcoats.Malatang was very excited, talking non-stop, shaking and stomping his feet, but he just refused to say the last "goodbye". Lu Licheng smiled and begged her for mercy: "Miss Xu, please feel sorry for our family. If the conversation is really unfinished, let's find a bar and talk all night." Malatang squeezed my cheek, "This girl is like this, taking advantage of her small face and big eyes, she always looks so cute and pitiful. Alright, let you go!"

Lu Licheng has his own car, and Song Yi and Malatang need to take a taxi, so we will send them to the car first.Malatang had already sat in the car, but suddenly ran out and hugged me, "Manman, one day I had a dream, dreaming of you and yours, me and mine, the four of us were climbing mountains together, I didn't expect Dreams can really come true, I am so happy today, so happy that it is unreal." I hugged her hard, "I am also very happy!" She smiled at me and hurried back to the taxi.When the car was out of sight, my shoulders immediately collapsed. Lu Licheng led me into his car without saying a word, and helped me fasten my seat belt. I closed my eyes and let him toss, feeling like the courage of my life and power are all used up tonight.

The car pierced through the neon lights of the city and ran toward the depths of the night. There was only the sigh of the engine in the car, which sounded continuously, as if seeking answers from the night, but silence was its only expression. No one can answer my question, but at least I can answer Lu Licheng's question.But Lu Licheng didn't ask any questions. He drove his mount without distraction, letting his black steed gallop against the night.His eyebrows and eyes are focused, reminiscent of ancient herdsmen, the mount is not just a tool for transportation, it also indulges your heart and releases your emotions between every leap and gallop.

He didn't speak until the car stopped. It seemed that nothing strange happened tonight. The two of us just met when we got off work, and he gave me a ride. After getting off the car, he wanted to take me upstairs, but I said no, he grabbed my arm and pushed me into the elevator.When he got to my house, he didn't even get off the elevator. He just stood at the door of the elevator and watched me enter the door, said "good night" to me, and left. I forgot to turn on the light, and walked straight into the house. I tripped over something and fell heavily to the ground. The pain in my heart had already numb my whole body, so I didn't feel any pain at all.I curled up, face pressed against the cold floor, tears fell silently.

No light, no people, just darkness.I allowed myself to sink in the darkness, I really wanted to just sleep like this, and it was best not to wake up again, but those old lights and shadows refused to let me go, flashing in front of me one by one. Pass the statue of Wen Yiduo with a pipe in his mouth, and continue to walk forward, and you will see a small lotus pond. It is said that this is the real location of Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond".However, there are not many lotus in this small lotus pond, which is far from the "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" written by Zhu Ziqing. In addition, there is a big lotus pond in Tsinghua University, so there are few people here.

Perhaps Song Yi prefers the tranquility here, so he often holds a book and reads in the pavilion here.I often come here with a book to read, but instead of sitting in the pavilion, I sit among the trees by the pond.Although there are not many lotus flowers, there are luxuriant trees and clear water in the pool. Sometimes when you are tired from reading, you will look up at him from a distance, and then enjoy the surrounding scenery. Within a square inch, there is also a sense of long white clouds and green water. At that time, Song Yi was supposed to be preparing for the GMAT and TOEFL exams. He carried a Walkman and a red book every day. He often leaned on the railing and sat for a long time. People who didn’t know thought he was in a daze, but in fact he was not. Memorizing words silently is practicing listening.When there is no one around, he will chant aloud and pace back and forth in the pavilion.At that time, I would put down the book in my hand and look at him quietly.

After half a year of dedication, when the test results came out, his results were far from what he expected. At that time, the GMAT was still a paper test, and it was impossible for him to take the second test.And before the application, there is not much time left, and more importantly, tomorrow is the last time for him to accept the insurance research.His counselor advised him to temporarily give up going abroad and accept postgraduate insurance to give himself a buffer time.One is a completely risk-free broad road, and the other is a thorny path with almost no hope in sight. The choice is actually obvious.

When I heard the news, I ran to the pond immediately, and sure enough, there he was. It was dinner time, and there was no one around, only the sultry wind.He was not standing in the pavilion, but standing high on the railing of the pavilion. The wind blew his white shirt like a sail.At first glance, it seems that the old red pavilion and lush old trees have become his background, just to set off his majestic and tall at this moment. A gust of wind blew the surrounding trees rattling, he suddenly opened his arms, faced the sky, and recited aloud: "The mountain outside the threshold has experienced thousands of changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it is extraordinary; Going and coming, Dandang Xun is the fairy house."

Then he jumped off the railing and ran out happily.I stared at his back, and softly recited the horizontal couplet: "Shui Qing Mu Hua." That night, on the basketball court, he and his teammates had a disastrous defeat in the electronic department. His smile was so bright and dazzling that no one could have imagined that he had just experienced a failure and was facing an important decision in his life. The next day, he told the counselor that he still decided to give up his postgraduate quota in the hospital.Half a year later, he made up for the failure of the GMAT exam with his excellent results in other aspects, and successfully got the admission letter from Berkeley. He is the same as he encouraged me back then—until the end, he will never give up lightly; even in the end, he will still not give up. Since I was seventeen, I have experienced countless disappointments and failures.Whether the pain was minor or major, every time I was able to wipe away my tears, clench my fists, and set off again, just because of the sunshine in his eyes on the basketball court and his clear water and woody figure by the lotus pond.But this time, who can tell me, how should I start again? The door of the room opened suddenly, and the security guard turned on the light, "Miss Su, Miss Su..." Song Yi saw me curled up in a ball on the floor, pushed away the security guard, ran to me, and looked down at me.I jerked my head away, covering my eyes with my hands. The security guard stood aside and explained uneasily: "Mr. Song said that no one answered your call, and he knocked on the door, but no one answered the door, but he heard the phone ringing in the house. He is worried, so please let us know. Open the door. I... I thought that Mr. Song is Miss Su's boyfriend, just to be on the safe side, I'd better open the door and have a look..." I covered my face and said, "He's not my boyfriend, and I haven't taken sleeping pills, I'm just too tired." I wanted to sit up, but my hands didn't have any strength. Song Yi picked me up, put me on the bed, covered me with the quilt, and quickly turned on the air conditioner.I pulled the quilt over my head and heard him escort the security guard away. Feeling him sitting on the edge of the bed, I said wearily: "Please go back, Lian Shuang and I are good sisters, please don't trap me in injustice." There was a long silence.I felt his hand gently brushing past mine, as if he wanted to hold my hand, but retracted at the last moment.Several times, I felt that he wanted to say something, but in the end it was just a tired hoarse voice: "I'm sorry!" I felt the mattress loosen, the door slammed, and the room was completely dead again. Tears rolled down the corners of my eyes.It turns out that no matter how complicated the relationship between a man and a woman is at the beginning, no matter how sweet the process is, at the end, only these three words can be used to say goodbye.