Chapter 83 A-2

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. The 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, he has never been here before, you can accompany him to the streets, 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, and often agreed a few times with "hmm, huh, huh". 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 beside him is graceful and noble, and behind him stands a handsome boy with his hands on his parents’ shoulders, and his smile is bright—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—it is really that Zhao Qianhua, a fashion designer who came back from studying in the United States, and is in charge of the family business including clothing, cosmetics, household products, etc., and is 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 and elegant manner, 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, after twenty years, I know that all the success in my career is not worth the light at home - which is my favorite in the world. That woman, standing 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, but forget it if you should. It's useless to remember meaningless things. You live well, just for some people The best revenge..." 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 we got off the plane, and Sang Li saw Ma Yu's secretary Chen Wei standing outside waiting again.Seeing them coming out, Chen Wei waved and smiled. Sang Li was a little embarrassed, turned his head and said to Ma Yu: "It's not too late now, it's easy to hire a taxi, why do you let a girl wait here?" Ma Yu looked at Sang Li and smiled: "We're going to set up the exhibition together tonight, that's how it is in this business, there is no gender distinction." Sang Li was slightly surprised: "Aren't you going home?" Ma Yu nodded: "I'll go back to see YOYO, and then go to the exhibition hall. Are you going to the hospital, I can take you there." Sang Li was slightly taken aback, Ma Yu smiled, and he patted Sang Li's head with one free hand: "I was restless all the way, so why don't you hurry up and take a look." Sang Li felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry." But Ma Yu held her hand, walked towards Chen Wei and said, "Don't worry, auspicious people have their own destiny." Sang Li's eye sockets swelled, and she blinked vigorously a few times to dilute the soreness.Then he looked up at Ma Yu and smiled slightly.Ma Yu saw it and just shook her hand tightly again. Even until she got in the car, Ma Yu held her hand tightly.With that kind of power, it seemed that he wanted to say something, but he forbears silence.In the fast-moving car, Sang Li lowered his head to look at the two hands that were clasped together, but did not speak.