Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Where to go, I wondered blankly.Let's have some wine first.I walked into a coffee shop and ordered a glass of fruit wine. Go back, I told myself, I will go back after all, I can't leave him.I can't leave him at a time like this.I pay the drink bill.Go out and call a taxi.I haven't taken a taxi before returning to Hong Kong, I just feel dirty and smelly. I have been away from the real world for a long time, and my boss is just Xu Cunzi. The car stopped at the door of the house, and Simpson chased him out, "Miss Jiang!" "What happened to Mr. Xu?" I asked gently.

"I'm going crazy with anxiety. It's a good thing you came back, otherwise we would have been forced to die by him, forcing us to find you. Where can we go to find you? You don't usually go anywhere." I ran upstairs and heard Xu Cunzi yelling, "Go to her! Go to her!" The fear in the voice was very familiar, as if I had heard it before, and suddenly remembered that it was the voice of Congshu. "Mr. Xu, I'm here." I took a step forward. He turned around quickly and saw that my whole face was flushed. "Xibao!" I went up to meet her.

He hugged me and pressed my head into his arms. "Xibao—" "Sorry." I said first. "No matter what you do, don't leave me." These words came out of Xu Cunzi's mouth, as if they had a thousand catties of strength.What little grievance I had left was shattered. "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, I lost my temper again." I said, "Have you ever seen such a bad tempered woman?" "No," he said, "but your temper is justified." "You should talk about everything well, Mr. Xu, I really shouldn't be irritable. I don't think you are suitable to meet Congshu."

"What happened to him?" "How is it? I'm sick. Illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. The current situation is not very appropriate." "What is 'inappropriate'?" "You really want to know?" "What else am I afraid of?" He raised his head and smiled, "Just tell me." "He doesn't know me," I said. "He's out of his mind." Xu Cunzi was startled: "I don't recognize you?" His face changed color. "He doesn't know anyone, he's not himself anymore."

"Oh." He lowered his head, "How long has it been?" "About a year." "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I can go to a good doctor." Xu Cunzi said. "Doctor? Psychiatry sees a doctor—" "Xibao, we must rescue him. We must do our best. You promise to help me." "Of course I'm helping you," I said. Xu Cunzi invited the best doctors back from Europe and America, but nothing changed.Congshu was quietest only when he was listening to me, as if my voice had hypnotized me. Xu Cunzi's whole body is aging.He himself has two doctors with him all the time.On top of that, he lacks motivation to cheer up.

He began to really rely on me, began to show his emotions, he was old. "Xibao, God has begun to take revenge on me," he said. I shook his hand and said, "I think so too." I smiled, "But we have to be brave." He is very conflicted. "Xibao, why do you have to suffer with me?" "I ate yours and wore yours, what else would I do?" "You'd better go," he said, "as far as you can go. Back to England." "What are you going to do when you go back?" I asked, "Cambridge doesn't count as credits. If you want to study, you have to start from the first year."

In the middle of the night he called my name, I moved the bed to his room to sleep, we had sex for the first time in many years, in name only. By this time, my patience was surprisingly good, I had no complaints against him, and I was often so tired that I sat in a chair and fell asleep. Congshu was quiet for a long time, sitting in a chair and listening to me every day. Xu Cunzi gradually became weak, lost a lot of weight, and refused to eat. One day he asked me: "Xibao, do you believe in ghosts and gods?" "This... seems to have to ask Jiaming." I said, "I don't know."

"Naturally. You are still young, I know there will always be retribution in the end, but why should it be retribution on my children?" He smiled wryly. "Because you'll be sadder then," I said. "Am I a wicked person?" I said: "Of course, how many people have you overwhelmed when you were doing business, and how many people have been disturbed because of you. Everyone has done bad things, more or less. I have hurt people and broken relationships, and I have cheated Men, for a certain purpose, do not hesitate to coax them and give them false hopes, these are harmful to nature." I said, "A capable person influences others, a group of incompetent people are influenced by others, a company goes bankrupt, People’s livelihood is difficult, which is even more harmful to nature.”

I said: "Thousands of people died when the war was launched. Watching the newsreels, I felt that the war scenes were more realistic than the movies. These executioners didn't splatter any blood on their bodies. Although I didn't kill Boren, Boren Die by me, I hope to see Congshu get better." Xu Cunzi was silent for a long time. The doctor told me that he had lost his willpower. "Mr. Xu used to be sick, and he was always calmer than any of us. He would tell us with a smile that he would recover soon. He had heart attacks so many times, and he fought strong, but now he is different. , and now he's given up, he doesn't seem to want to live."

I was heartbroken listening to it.After taking care of Xu Cunzi, he ran to Congshu. The doctor said: "Don't worry, he seems to have improved, and the brain wave diagram shows that he has dreams recently." I swallowed. "Is there any chance for him to recover?" "It's hard to say," said the doctor, "mental illness is a disease that occurs overnight and heals overnight, and X-rays can't show the fault." But Xu Cunzi didn't seem to be able to wait for Congshu to recover.He fell ill and lay in bed, and I was busy working between doctors and doctors all day and all night.

"I'm going soon," he told me. "Oh, did you talk to God last night?" I asked with a smile. "I've made a deal with the devil." "What did he say? Let you have sex with Calvary?" I asked again with a smile. "I'm serious, Xibao, stop making me laugh." He took my hand. "You are still very strong, Mr. Xu, please don't give up." "I can't take care of you forever, I'm sorry." He said. "I'll go for a walk in the garden with you," I said. "No need, the beauty is white-haired, the neighbors don't know what to say when they see it?" "Can I hire a barber for you? Your hair is indeed too long." I laughed. "Yeah." He said, "Xibao, you can really leave, there is no business for you here anymore." "Your business—" "I have arranged everything. I have counted your life and the life over there." "Xibao, after I die, you will be one of the richest girls in Hong Kong." Xu Cunzi said. "I don't want you to die." I said, "You have to live. If we fight for a few more years, I won't let you go." I tried to force a smile. He laughed weakly and fell on the bed. The phone rang and I picked it up. "Miss Jiang? This is a nursing home." Said over there. My heart was pounding, "what's the matter?" "Do you know someone named Xibao?" They asked strangely. "I am Xibao." "Then Miss Jiang, please come here immediately, the patient is calling your name." "I'll be right there," I said. Xu Cunzi asked, "Who? What is it?" I'm afraid of irritating him. "An old classmate called here. I'll go and see her." "Alright, go out and relax." He waved his hand. "I'll get Simpson up," I said. "I don't want to see that old woman," he said disgustedly. "Anyway, I'll be back as soon as I go." I smiled reluctantly, clenched my fists, and was extremely nervous. Xu Cunzi became suspicious, and said, "You don't look like you're going to meet your girlfriend, you're like going to meet your lover." He smiled. I called out, "Mrs. Simpson!" "Come here." Xu Cunzi called me, "Let me shake your hand." "I'll be back soon, in an hour," I said. "Let me hold your hand," he said. I had no choice but to go over and let him hold my hand, feeling anxious. "Who else is waiting for you? Are there really so many people more important than me in the world?" He asked slowly. I knelt down, "No, no one is more important than you." I put my head on his lap. "Okay, I believe you, you go." He said. Simpson came up and stood beside me. "I'll be leaving for a while, take good care of Mr. Xu," I said. "Yes." Simpson was so obedient as usual. I ran to the garage, started the car, and hurried to the nursing home.When the doctor saw me coming out, he blamed me, "You are late, Miss Jiang, since Xibao is you, you should come as soon as possible." "Where's Xu Congshu?" I asked. "follow me." I followed the doctor upstairs to see Congshu. He was sitting on a wicker chair, and when he saw me, he called, "Xibao!" He stood up. "Congshu!" I was dizzy for a while, "Congshu!" He laughed, "Xibao!" He greeted her. I ran over, holding his arms tightly with both hands, and I refused to let go, "Congshu!" I looked into his eyes, his eyes recovered, and he was a little dazed, but, obviously, his sanity came back. "Congshu!" I shouted his name with all my strength. "Xibao, what happened?" He asked me anxiously. "What happened?" I laughed, then cried, then thought it was so good, laughed again, tears streaming down my face. "Xibao, what's going on?" He kept asking me, "Am I sick?" I hugged him, "Everything is fine, it's okay, it's okay." I turned my head to look at the doctor, and the doctor was very proud. "Yes, he's fully recovered, and we'd like to thank—" I quickly said, "I should take care of him." The doctor raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised, and then said: "I mean Miss Zhou." He pulled out a female nurse in white behind him. "Miss Zhou?" I was stunned. Only at this time did I realize that there was such a person, a small girl with a round face and all the facial features squeezed together, but still sweet, she was smiling modestly. I was stunned. The doctor said: "Thanks to Ms. Zhou taking care of Mr. Xu day and night, and suggesting electrotherapy, she helped him..." I didn't listen. What does this doctor know?Taking care of patients is a nurse's bounden duty. I talk to Congshu every day... This is probably my credit.I said to Congshu: "Come on, call mom first, and comfort her, do you still remember the number at home?" I dragged him to the corridor. "Of course." He immediately recited the number, "How could I forget?" It's amazing, I can't believe it, a day ago he was befuddled, and now he looks like a normal person. I watch him dial the phone.I said to the doctor, "Really, why did it suddenly return to normal." The doctor said patiently: "It's not 'suddenly', it's Miss Zhou—" "The call is through." Congshu turned his head and said, "It's the servant who came to listen to the call." "Have you called your mother to listen?" I asked. "Wait a minute, hello?" he yelled. "Mom? I'm Josh, who? Josh. What Josh, isn't it just a Josh? Mom—" He turned his head again and said: "She seems to be going to faint It's over. Mom! Are you coming to the hospital? Okay, I'll wait for you." He hung up the phone. "How long have I been sick?" he asked suspiciously. The doctor said: "Miss Zhou will accompany you back to the room and explain to you slowly. Miss Jiang, come with me to the office." I said excitedly, "Xu Congshu will be discharged from the hospital as soon as Mrs. Xu arrives." "I advise him to stay here for a while longer," said the doctor. "Why?" I asked. "He's still getting used to it," said the doctor. "Yes, I will go back and tell his father the good news." I stood up, "I will bring his father to see him." "Alright, once Mrs. Xu arrives, there will inevitably be scenes of crying." The doctor also smiled, "In this kind of cases, none of the ten cases healed so smoothly, Miss Jiang, or you want to know how we The medical process—” "The most important thing is that he has recovered," I laughed. "What else is important?" I pushed open the glass door of the infirmary, "I'm going to pick up his father." "Miss Jiang—" "You can talk about it when his father comes." I laughed, "Then you don't have to repeat what you said several times." The doctor looked at me helplessly and ran out. I drove the car very fast, honking the horn all the way, seeing an oncoming car and not avoiding it, which scared the other drivers out of their wits.I have never been so relaxed. I thought about how I should tell Xu Cunzi that he would be fine as soon as he heard such great news.Yes, Congshu is his lifeblood. As soon as he knows that Congshu is fine, his spirit will recover. As long as he recovers, we will be able to get by. I am full of hope and speed up the car to the top, like Fly back like a bullet, fly back. When we got home, neither the car nor I were crashed. I turned around on the grass and yelled loudly, "Mr. Xu! Mr. Xu! Mrs. Simpson—" I couldn't hide my joy with a drawn-out voice. I pushed open the front door and ran into the house, "Mrs. Simpson—" Simpson came down from the stairs, and I went up to her and held her hand, "It's all right." I didn't have time to say, "It's all right now." Her face was ashen. I shut up. We froze in the stairwell for a while.I asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter?" The horn of an ambulance was heard from afar, shrill and shrill. Simpson said, "Master Xu," she paused, then raised her head and continued, "Master Xu passed away." I pushed her body away with my hands and ran upstairs frantically. I pushed open the door of Xu Cunzi's room.I've only been away for an hour.It's only been an hour. He lay flat on the bed, eyes and mouth slightly open. An old man died on his bed at home.I don't know how many cases of this kind of thing happen in Hong Kong every day. This is called the end of life.But this is no ordinary old man.He is Xu Cunzi. "Mr. Xu." I knelt in front of his bed, "Mr. Xu, you are scaring me. Mr. Xu, wake up, wake up." Simpson said, "I called Shi'ao, but Mrs. Xu was not at home." The ambulance approached with a whine and stopped on the grass downstairs. "I couldn't reach you again, so I had to call 999," Simpson said. I asked, "Is this how he died lying in bed?" "Yes," Simpson said. "Did you speak on your deathbed?" "No." "You weren't with him?" I asked. The ambulance crew scrambled up the stairs noisily, asking, "Where, where?" "He didn't want me by his side. He said he wanted to rest for a while. I watched him go to bed before walking away. I had to call him long-distance and I had to ask him to listen. I had to go upstairs to tell him not to. He was already like this. , the nose is breathless, and the body is cold." Ambulance personnel have opened the door and come in. I took Xu Cunzi's hand. "Get out of the way," yelled the uniformed men. I obediently stepped aside and put down Xu Cunzi's hand. Simpson asked: "Miss Jiang, let's inform Mrs. Xu quickly, where is she?" I said, "You should see a doctor instead of dialing 999." "I... panicked" Simpson trembled. They dragged Xu Cunzi onto the stretcher and carried him out.Who should I talk to?I think, if Song Jiaming is brought here, he must come this time.But I know he won't come, there is no such person as Song Jiaming in the world. The phone rang for a long time.I'll answer, it's Mrs. Xu. "Xibao, Congshu has recovered! He is exactly like a good man, please call Mr. Xu to answer the phone." She was so happy, just like me just now. I stay. "Xibao? Xizhu?" Mrs. Xu said impatiently, "What's wrong with you?" "Mrs. Xu, Mr. Xu just passed away. He just left when I came back." I said dully. There was silence on the other side. Then someone answered the phone and listened, "Hello? Hello?" "Mr. Xu passed away." I repeated. "My surname is Zhou, Miss Jiang, don't panic, I'll come and help you right away." "Where is Congshu?" I asked, "Can Congshu withstand the bad news?" "Don't worry, I have a doctor here to take care of me. Where is Mr. Xu's body?" Miss Zhou asked. "It's gone to the mortuary," I said. "They carried him away." "Do you have anyone with you?" she asked. "Yes, my housekeeper is here." I replied. "Okay, you stay at home and don't move," her voice was so gentle at this moment, calm and sure, "I and the doctor will arrive as soon as possible." "Ask Mrs. Xu to come too. I think it would be better for us to be together," I said. "Okay," she said, "please call your housekeeper to answer the phone." I handed the microphone to Simpson and walked over to the bed and sat down. I've only been away for an hour.In an hour, he went, and there was no one who died.His abilities, his mind, everything is gone.He can't escape it either.No one can escape this level. Simpson walked past me after listening to the phone call. I stood up, and she supported me. I yelled "Mr. Xu", my eyes turned black, my legs lost strength, my whole body went limp, and I passed out. I woke up with only Simpson beside me, and she wiped my face with a cold washcloth.I closed my eyes again, but I didn't want to cry, tears flowed silently. I wanted to speak, but she stopped me. "Mrs. Xu and the others are all outside. Master Xu is also here. There is also Miss Zhou. The lawyer is waiting for you to read the will." She told me. "Who called the lawyer?" I asked weakly. "It's Mr. Xu's own idea. He ordered to call a lawyer as soon as he dies." I struggled, "I want to go out." Mrs. Xu came in upon hearing the words, "Xi Bao." "Mrs. Xu." I cried with her. "Look more carefully, Xibao, he treats you well. The inheritance is divided into five shares, one for me, one for you, one for Cong Shu, and one for Cong's children. Xibao, he is already old. big..." Birth, old age, sickness and death are the most common things.Hundreds of millions of tens of thousands of years, people's senses have long been numb, weeping indiscriminately, hastily, and forget all about it afterwards, being a human being is just one thing, if this is the case, why do I feel like a knife is piercing my heart? "You have a fight with Mr. Xu," Mrs. Xu continued. "It's better for him to go early, otherwise he will waste your life. Come and listen to what the lawyer has to say." I'm sitting in a chair with Congshu on my right.He didn't see Congshu healed, I feel sad from it, what's the point of being a human, let's go as we say. The lawyer read the property in my name, and read it in a row, all kinds of shares, funds, real estate. …Xu Cunzi is right, I will be the richest woman when he dies.no doubt.But at this moment, I only hope that he will live to love me and accompany me. I have only known the benefits of money since I was a child.I forgot to calculate the same.I forgot that I am also a human being and that I have feelings too. How could I forget to count that as well. At this moment, I only hope that Xu Cunzi will come back to life to see Congshu.For someone like Xu Cunzi, why would death be nothing more than a whimper.I'm completely hopeless, I don't want this pile of gold, silver, jewelry, cash, stocks, I don't want anything. Mrs. Xu's voice rang in my ears, "Xibao, are you still planning to stay in Hong Kong?" she asked me. "What?" I turned my head away. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." "Are you still planning to live in Hong Kong?" she asked. I am at a loss.Where do you go if you don't live in Hong Kong?Five years ago, I had everything, but I owed Dongfeng. Now I have enough money to make wind and rain, but I have no interest at all.I nodded, "Yes, I still live in Hong Kong." Mrs. Xu also nodded, "Alright," she said, "Everyone has a care." What are my options?After all, I grew up in this city, and I have accepted all kinds of strange things here, and I don't want to move to live in a foreign country. "You should move to a house on the first floor." Mrs. Xu said, "This place will affect your psychology, and it's too simple. Congshu and I also want to move." "Moving?" I asked again. "Shouldn't it be enough to call a decoration company to design it?" She said, "It's very simple." Yes, I must move, because starting today, I am Jiang Xibao, and I have to start from scratch again, to be myself again, I don’t want to live in Xu Cunzi’s shadow all the time, I want to live strong.I moved house and still lived on the mountain, not far from Mrs. Xu and Congshu.Simpson followed me, with two more drivers and two maids. I often heard Xu Cunzi coughing, as if he had followed me.I know in my heart that I can't live without him for the rest of my life. He is a person who has taken root in my heart. I am shaped by him. There is no one more important than him in my life. His appearance will change my whole life. I hired a lawyer to discuss and calculate the total amount of my property, and the lawyer gave a figure. I was startled, "What does that mean? How much?" "Nine numbers, eight zeros." "Eight zeros?" I asked. "How much is that?" The lawyer smiled wryly, "That means, "Miss Jiang, there is already so much money that you will never be able to spend it, unless the third world war breaks out, or you take a fort to bet on the size, otherwise it will be difficult to spend it, and you can't even spend it Finish the interest issued every day. " "Ah." I said. "Here is the most detailed form. The property under your name is clearly listed. It appreciates several times a year." "Heh." I flipped through the stack of documents, "What? Even the most famous jewelry store in London is mine?" "Yes, you are the major shareholder, and you sit and collect the money, and the annual interest is automatically transferred to the Swiss bank account, and the bank will always automatically convert the cash into gold for you as instructed." "Oh," I said, "how much gold do I have?" "As of the 15th of last month, it was this number." He flipped through the pages of the document and pointed to another number. "so much!" "Yes, Miss Jiang, this is your cash." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. I asked, "How should I use it? My monthly expenses are really limited, and an ordinary man can take care of me." "I don't know, Miss Jiang, it seems that you should devote yourself to spending money in the days to come." He said nervously. "How do you spend it?" I asked, "Go to the bank every day to exchange 100,000 coins and throw them into the sea one by one? That's not enough." "This is such a headache, Miss Jiang." He said awkwardly. "Hmm." I nodded. Simpson, who was standing next to me, laughed in horror and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. "My fortress, I want to sell, the price can be lowered." I said. "Actually, there is no need. Someone wanted to buy it when Mr. Xu was alive, but Mr. Xu didn't agree. I have a buyer and I can sell it for a good price. But it would be a pity to sell it. The six Rembrandts in the lobby alone are almost It's priceless, and it doesn't cost much to raise a few servants, Miss Jiang, do you need to think about it?" I shook my head slowly, "What do I want it for? I'm never going to Scotland again." I'm here for eternity, all alone, and I don't want to move. "Yes, Miss Jiang." The lawyer said, "I'll do it for you. Where's the house in Cambridge?" "Sell it," I said, "I don't want to either. Sell all the properties and turn them into gold. I'm not used to such trivial matters." "But Ms. Jiang, there are more than 30 serial numbers in Manhattan, New York. They cannot be sold, and they can be rented." The lawyer pointed out. "Then sell the single house and keep the whole street for rent." I sighed. "Miss Jiang, besides our law firm, there are a total of 83 people serving you." He said, "Should we still have full authority to act on your behalf?" "Yes," I said. "It's the same as before. If I need a lot of cash, I call Switzerland." "That's right." The lawyer smiled, "It's just like before." I send him away.Sitting alone in the middle of the living room in a daze.What about the previous interest?In the past, every time I walked into a living room, I always thought to myself: Really vulgar!Really won't spend money!If that place was given to me, it would be my fault if I didn’t decorate it properly... Now the walls of my living room are all empty, and I don’t even have the energy to buy a painting, and my whole body is paralyzed, as if my bones have been taken away. I exchanged one million yuan straight banknotes from the bank, all of which were in large denominations. I put them in stacks in the bookcase, and took them out in my free time and patted them in my hands, just like someone playing poker. You can play for two hours. What kind of hobby is this?I think I'm psychopathic. I have visited Congshu several times.Now that he is really rich, everything is in his own hands, which is back to basics. Congshu is very healthy, only drives a small Japanese car, and the most important thing in daily life is to accompany his mother. He told me: "—Zhijun advised me to study again." "—Zhi Jun said that a man must have a proper job." "—Zhi Jun thinks I am suitable for teaching." I couldn't help asking: "Who is this Zhijun?" "You don't know Zhijun?" Congshu was surprised, "Of course you have seen her." "Who?" I had no idea. "She is the nurse named Zhou, have you forgotten? It was she who took care of me and I was able to recover." He said. "Oh, it's her." I said.He gave the nurse all the glory. "What do you think of her?" Congshu asked excitedly, "Are you okay?" I judge appearance and color, and feel strange. "Very—" I couldn't think of any adjectives, "very gentle." I have no impression of this Miss Zhou, she is a very ordinary girl.But Congshu seems to see her differently. He said: "I think she is amazing and has great insights. I get along very well with her. My mother doesn't object to our association." His tone was very happy. Congshu's personality has always been weak, so he is satisfied with the most ordinary woman - at least he is still a rich man, this is his only characteristic.If I were this girl named Zhou Zhijun, I would not give up this opportunity. I would never see myself as a nurse in the hospital for the rest of my life.As the days go by, someone is lucky enough to be Cinderella.It is my Cinderella's bad luck to meet Zhengxu's family. Congshu soon married Miss Zhou.The wedding was not extravagant, and they were quietly registered in London and lived in their home in Liqin Park for their honeymoon. Madam Xu sighed. "I don't object to anything. Congshu is...he was chosen. This girl, as long as she can have children, that's fine." I am silent. "I'm so mediocre," Mrs. Xu smiled, "Are you afraid that she won't give birth? The more you give birth, the more stable your position will be, just like I did back then. I'm afraid that Xu's family will have a poor graveyard and no descendants." She paused, " There is no cemetery, cremated according to the will." I am still silent. Days will always pass, and memories will always be forgotten. Zhou Zhijun soon became pregnant, her face flushed, and an eight-and-a-half-pound boy was born ten months later.I loved that baby even when I saw it. It looked so sweet and tender, and it was white and tender. When it was born, it kept laughing and never cried. Half of the property was allocated to the grandson. Zhou Zhijun was pregnant again when her first child was half a year old. Her future job is to give birth to children. The more the better, Congshu would just follow her and smile guiltily. How could he not know what he was doing? What, it's just that he doesn't care anymore, he lives wherever he lives.And his wife... is decent after all. Because I was in the "high society", I gradually became famous. Several magazines wanted to interview me and put me on the cover, but I refused.Being famous in a small place like Hong Kong is naturally better than being famous, but I personally don't care about it. However, there are already anonymous texts in the newspapers to insinuate me, saying that I am a vixen who is extremely good at bed.I never read Chinese tabloids, but Mrs. Xu cut them out and handed them to me. The two of us looked at each other and smiled after reading them. There are also people who come to date me.Half of it is because of curiosity, and the other half is because I am rich and will not entangle men. In this case, it is good for men to take the risk of being entangled, because they will at least fall in love with my money. Men like to join in the fun and become "celebrities", one to date, all to date.I said to Simpson: "There are only seven days in a week. If you want to go to the streets, you can go every day, but what's the point?" "You can choose a husband," Simpson reminded. "Ha ha!" I said. husband. Simpson said: "The one who really knows whether you are warm or cold is your lifelong partner, your husband." I am silent. "Of course there are people who care about you now. Even if you are sick, there will still be a lot of people who will send you roses. You will have no worries in these fifteen years, but what will you do after fifteen years?" Simpson spoke eloquently, and the wrinkles on his face jumped . "Fifteen years later?" I smiled, "I'll be dead long ago." Fortunately, everyone dies. "Miss Jiang, it's hard to tell, maybe you live to be eighty years old." She seemed to be threatening me. "Eighty? Even if I marry, my partner is dead." I still smile. "You will be lonely." She took this sentence as her final words. "I 'would' be lonely?" I asked with a smile, "What makes you think I'm not lonely now? I'm used to it." "You will never get used to loneliness." Simpson said regretfully, "You are still young, Miss Jiang." I nod.I know.But my price has been raised by Xu Cunzi. Cheap goods will always sell better than expensive ones. Women are also goods, and they are goods with different prices at night. Who would dare to come out and recognize me as the buyer now? Mrs. Xu said: "Xibao, you are still young. I believe that Mr. Xu also wants you to find a good home. If you have an ideal object, there is no need to guard for him." I feel like they all care about me.Can I start my freshman?Does not.So much has happened in the past five years that I can't settle down and live a normal life.Xu Cunzi will never leave, he is by my side, as I said, I often hear his coughing. Recently, I was dating a young barrister. I pretended to wear the best clothes, put on the brightest makeup, and speak carefully, hoping to win his favor and become friends.Sometimes I listen to other people's opinions very much. But like all the men in and out of Central Hong Kong, he was extremely calculating. After two dates, he began to study my details.Like all Hong Kong people, he cares about mundane trivial matters, afraid of losing money, never sees with both eyes, likes to dig into other people's privacy, he doesn't believe what he sees. He asked me, "Is your family rich?" Money seemed to be very important to him. "Yes." I wasn't exaggerating. "Is it my father's inheritance?" he asked again. "Yes." I answered.I'm tired of it.How long will this intrigue last?Xu Cunzi gave me without hesitation and without sacrifice. Love is a luxury, and what I hope to get is not what these people can give me. I invited him to my house and explained to him that we would not see each other again.It's good for a woman to have such a person around to take care of her, but I'm Jiang Xibao, and when Jiang Xibao goes to public places now, it will cause bursts of whispering at any time.A woman with money around her will always have a noble attitude and style, I don't need to see him again, I hate him, I hate ordinary men. I led him all over my house, and finally stopped in the study. He saw stacks of straight banknotes, his eyes lit up, and he asked involuntarily, "What is this?" "Money." I simply answered. "Why do you change so many banknotes and keep them at home?" He was shocked. "I like it, I have a lot of banknotes." I said lightly.He turned his head to look at me, with deep regret on his face. I suddenly thought of Li Sheng after Du Shiniang sank the treasure chest in anger. The barrister's expression would not be much better than Li Sheng's. I said: "Originally, I could sponsor you to open a law firm. For me, it was a piece of cake. It turns out that with your talent and my assets, it is not difficult to do anything. You didn't expect it? It's all over now." .Because you ask too much and give too little." He lowered his head and remained silent. I said, "Goodbye." The maid opened the doors for him and let him go out.This is a lesson for the preoccupied. After he left, I poured wine alone and sat in the small side hall drinking.Xu Cunzi's story is over, but Jiang Xibao's story can live on. Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart, and I understood the meaning of "For example, the dew in the morning, the past is bitter." It has been a lot of hardships in the past. I gulped down my wine. Who knows what kind of people and what kind of things Jiang Xibao will meet in the future. I smile wryly.