Chapter 4 Chapter 4

I got the plane ticket, dragged my luggage to the airport immediately, and booked the same plane as them. Graceful carried two large suitcases of clothes, both of the so-called "Oriental Gypsy" style, Murong Lang made the pillars, and both of them and Ning Xiner sat in the first class cabin. Grace wanted to make things difficult for me, so I went up to talk to her, but she asked the stewardess to drive me off. She scolded me: "You can hide Murong Lang, but you can't hide it from me." But I didn't intend to hide it from anyone. My Sima Zhao's heart is just for everyone to see.

The feeling of sitting in the third class is not good. There are three people in a row. The one on my left near the window is a snobbish girl who pretends to be "I'm an old passenger" and rolls her eyes frequently. I make way.There is a fellow sitting on the right, with a sign hanging on his chest saying: "immigrants who do not speak English", I have to take care of him in everything, help him fill out forms, help him order tea... He will grin, with a dark face, It's not like a product in a civilized society, and I don't know what I plan to do when I arrive in New York. There must be a way to survive. It's really sad.

Even Ah Lang had been in Tibet for so long.But she has Min Min Jetel. Min Minzhetel is a country bumpkin with a lot of wealth and power, so he can cover him. A-Lang probably didn't suffer much, he is still so skinny, innocent and cute... Really, most beautiful women are unimaginable. The 20-hour plane ride broke my spine, and my leg joints were all swollen. In the future, I will have to buy a sleeper berth on a long-distance flight. Unless humans evolve to fold their bodies into a pile, this kind of journey is inhumane. . When the plane landed in New York, I chased after him and asked A-Lang, "Have you booked a hotel yet?"

Graceful grabs the white; "Who will pay for your food and lodging?" No matter how good my endurance was, I couldn't stand her fierce pursuit. I straightened my face and said in a low voice, "I'm not talking to you, so I don't need you to answer me. You should respect yourself." Her graceful face turned green, and she immediately avoided it. Lang scolded me, "You shouldn't have said that." I was very proud, "I came to New York this time, and it has nothing to do with her, why should she be so blind?" Alang said nothing. "Waldorf?" I asked, "I don't have that much money around."

"No, in Ning's apartment. She has a house on Fifth Street, above Robert Rifford." "Can I move in?" "Of course, Qiao Mu, do you need to ask? I will do everything for you." A-Lang raised his face and said earnestly. I smile, it's time to repay my favor. For Grace, I can only be happy, she finally stopped the cynicism. The foreign driver came to pick us up in a Lincoln, and Ning Xiner maintained that cold and gentle manner from the beginning to the end, without saying a word. A group of four arrived at the apartment. The style, spacing and furnishings of the house are almost exactly the same as the apartment in Hong Kong. I know how to enjoy it too much. I don’t feel like a stranger when I come to a foreign land like this, which is wonderful.

We were each arranged in a suite, and A-Lang came to see me after taking a shower.She whispered to me, "I'm glad you could come." I was wiping the camera, "You're welcome." "Have you taken pictures of those bottles and cans?" "It's all over, the negatives have been handed over to Ning Xiner for the publishing house." "Great, then you can concentrate on taking pictures of me." She was delighted. "A-Lang, I live here because of your relationship, you have to support me, otherwise, a villain like Grace will take the opportunity to bully me, understand?"

"Qiao Mu, I also don't allow you to bully Grace." Lang said. "Innocent Murong Lang, innocent Murong Lang, the only way a man can bully a woman is to abandon her, and I'm not her lover, and I can't take revenge in this life, don't you worry? She's the only one who bullies me. " A-Lang smiled shyly. Her smile was so strange and beautiful, as gorgeous as a rainbow suddenly appeared in the sky. I admired her pure beauty from the bottom of my heart, but I didn't expect that the misunderstanding would deepen and cause a great tragedy. Then she left my room and closed the door for me.

Ning Xiner reserved a table, and we ate Shanghai cuisine at Fulinmen in New York. Every time a dish was served, the proprietress personally explained the ins and outs of the dish. The roasted pig's feet and lion's head were called "Zhu Bajie kicks the ball" and so on. Because she is so graceful, she only pretends that she does not exist, pretending to be nonchalant on the surface, but in fact there is a nail stuck in her eye. Graceful is usually a beautiful and good woman, but for some reason, recently she learned from the hedgehog and stabbed me a few times, no wonder I took advantage of the momentum to fight back.

Ning wears a black silk cheongsam, a pair of solitaire diamond earrings, light makeup, and black whale leather half-high heels.The clothes are so comfortable and ironed on her body, and it makes her face like a lotus and her color like a spring dawn. On one side, A-Lang has curly hair, round eyes, round lips and round nose. He is as cute as a doll, which even arouses the amazement of foreigners.Even if my enemy is curvaceous, she is deliberately groomed, with straight hair cascading down her shoulders. I suddenly became flustered, except for Wei Xiaobao, who else is as majestic as me at this moment, a man has this moment, even if he dies with no regrets, the bird's breath of sitting in the third-class cabin will naturally disappear without a trace.

Murong's ostentation in New York is exactly the same as that in Hong Kong, and his skills are particularly evident in ordinary places. The next morning, Graceful and A-Lang went for a run in Central Park. I slept very late, moaning and refusing to get up. It was eleven o'clock when I left the room. Ning Xiner was receiving guests, facing a young man with a solemn expression. She had changed into a set of silver-gray casual clothes, and her hair was in a fat braid. If there are no outsiders, maybe I will work up the courage to reach out and tug on that lovely braid. Since there was a guest, I decided to hide behind the screen and watch her secretly.

She said to the male guest: "...Since you want to keep your own, I have no objection, although Mr. Murong wants us to be together." I thought it was an ordinary guest, but I didn't expect the conversation to be so private. At this time, I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop. It was too late. I wanted to know something about Ning Xiner too much. On the floor, determined to eavesdrop. It's not that I don't know that my behavior is despicable, so I feel guilty as a thief, and my heart skipped a beat. The male guest said: "I still can't control myself. It's better not to see you. I can't be myself when I see you." The voice was infinitely lonely and sad. I was stunned and shocked. If a person hadn't been traumatized by love, he would never be able to say such words. Who is he?Ning's ex-boyfriend?No, no, it's not like, Ning Xiner will not have such a boyfriend, she has more requirements for a man than that. I whispered to listen. Ning said gently: "We are both old, why are you still talking about the past?" The man said: "Old? I can forget you only if I die and everything is over." Ning Xiner was a little annoyed, "Why are you talking all these crazy things?" After a while he said, "I'm sorry." I wonder, what is the relationship between these two people? "You're joking and talking nonsense, you have to be measured, don't look at my face, but also think about your father's benefits to you. On my birthday, you send two pots of poisonous flowers. If you want to make a parody of the past, I don't care. Tell Lang to look at it, what is it?" I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood, ah, this is Murong Jue! Oh, poor wretched man, who is in love with his stepmother, and I offer him my utmost sympathy. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. The light in the living room was very dark, it was raining outside, and the weather was bad, but Murong Jue's beautiful silhouette could be seen, he was almost exactly the same as Murong Lang, the two of them were like twins. He said softly: "I saw that flower is so beautiful, just like you." Ning Xin'er couldn't help but laugh, "Am I poisonous?" Murong Jue was silent. After a while, she said: "Even if I am like a flower, I already thanked Mr. Murong the year he passed away." Murong Jue raised his head, his eyes shone brightly, as if to say: "Flowers wither?"you?impossible. Ning Xiner asked: "How are the children?" "very good." "Naughty?" "Not to mention." "I should see you too." Murong Jue sneered, "What's your name? How do you call me? Grandma?" Ning Xiner sighed and stood up, "You won't forgive me." Murong Jue turned his face away. Ning Xiner stood up, "Are you coming tonight?" "we'll see." "How sooner or later will you change your temper?" Ning Xiner asked lightly. "I'll go first." Murong Jue said stubbornly. Ning Xiner's childishness was aroused by him, "You always think I'm Datura?" she asked. Murong Jue didn't answer, picked up his coat, put it on his shoulders, and went out.Ning Xiner took a mink fur and followed behind him. "I'll see you off," she said. They went out, and the maid came in to clear the tea things. I sit down slowly.Think about the grievances between the two of them. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and I said to the servant, "Go and open the door, Madam is back." As soon as the door opened— Good fellows, you judges, who do you think is coming?It was the six-foot-zero figure and the big beard that caught the eye, and as expected, Min Minchet came in. I took three steps back in a hurry, afraid that he would take out another murder weapon. But his thought seemed to be clear, seeing me was like seeing a relative, "Brother Qiao, are you here? Where's Murong Lang?" I really sympathized with him, "After a long time, have you seen Murong Lang?" "She won't see me." He hid his face in frustration. "You bastard!" I was displeased, "There is no way to deal with a woman, so I just knocked the ground unconscious, put it in a big sack, and smuggled it back to Nepal, why bother to play this seven-capture Meng Huo with her game? She is addicted to playing, and she will not marry you for ten or eight years." These words seem to speak to Min Minzhetel's heart, his eyes let me know that he already regards me as a bosom friend. "Brother Alfonso," I patted him on the shoulder, "you are brave and foolhardy, so it is difficult to win the hearts of beauties." "I would like to ask Brother Qiao for advice." He said pitifully. I sighed, "If I had a way, would I still come to New York like you?" I sat down in a row with Yafang Somin Minchet and talked. "I heard that you studied in Cambridge?" I was relieved, Cambridge almost confiscated movie stars as students. "I'm a Ph.D. from the Department of Economics." He said listlessly. "Oh, I don't see it, I'm sorry and disrespectful." I was curious, "What's the use of studying economics in Nepal?" "Hey, do you think Nepalese still live in caves? You are too ignorant. Two of the five international hotels in Boman City are owned by the Jeter family. My family still has ten thousand hectares of fertile land and countless pastures. The Kesmi wool she was wearing might have been cut from my sheep—how ​​can economics be useless?" He looked at me contemptuously, "God knows what Murong Lang is up to, to take you over me. " I blushed, "Stop making personal attacks, I have never taken advantage of Murong Lang, we are just friends." "Then what did you come to New York for?" he asked curiously. I mutter. Min Minzhetel patted the back of the head, "I understand, you are for being graceful." I laughed, "Who said no, I took pictures for her." "Then when Murong Lang sees me, if she wants to drive me away, can you give me some good words?" "sure." He squeezed my hand tightly. That's right, I thought: If I have a girl, I don't mind if she goes with Min Minjetel, such a good man who values ​​affection, has knowledge and property, what's wrong with marrying to Nepal?The scenery is beautiful, the place is rich, and I don’t know how happy it is. There are many female celebrities here who marry to Malaysia, and they usually leave their hometowns. Nepal is at least more unique and romantic. "Where did Ah Lang go?" he asked. "Go for a run, I'll probably be back," I said. Before he finished speaking, the door rang, and Cao Cao, Murong Lang and Graceful, arrived. As soon as Ah Lang saw Min Minzhe Teer, he immediately put on a straight face, a look of displeasure, I was very surprised, I didn't expect that Ah Lang would show his face to others, these days there is often only a thin line between a good person and a bad person. I've already confirmed that Ah Lang is one of the cutest women in the world, but now seeing her face as a night girl, I can't help feeling chills in my heart. She sat in front of Min Minchet'er, and asked him bluntly: "What are you doing here? There are endless ghosts, and I told you not to haunt me." Jetel immediately lowered his head, like a wronged child. Although I have been stabbed by him, the two things cannot be discussed together. I feel wronged for Zetel. "Ah Lang," I said, "although this is your home, it's not my turn to speak, but Mr. Getter traveled a thousand miles to see you, why didn't you say any kind words?" A-Lang finally gave me some face, "Joe, what did he tell you? Don't listen to him." The big man gave me a grateful look. I said: "He didn't say anything. Since we are friends, we should be happy when we meet." A-Lang was as stubborn as a cow, "I don't want to see him, Min Minzhetel, you get out now, go away." She jumped up angrily, pointed at the door, and forced the big man away. I said: "You also let him have a cup of tea before leaving?" The voice was very rough. A-Lang stamped his feet and dragged Grace back to the room. With a dead face, Getter whimpered and said, "Brother Joe, have you seen it all? What hope do you think I have?" "It's hard to say. A woman's heart changes a lot every day. Maybe she will change her mind. Besides, what's the trouble with a man without a wife?" The big man covered his face with his hands, "I've heard this saying too, when you Chinese men fall out of love, you pat your chest and comfort yourself by saying why a man has no wife, I don't suffer from having a wife, I just can't Murong Lang." I wondered, "What's good about Murong Lang?" The big man asked back: "What's wrong with Murong Lang?" I just don't know how to answer him. Just when the servant brought tea, I gave it to him. "Brother Qiao, now I know that you are an honest gentleman. I will never forget what you helped me just now. Please forgive me for the misunderstanding last time." He imitated the Chinese and clasped his hands together. "Don't be stupid, I can't even help myself, how can I help you?" I was listless. "Brother Joe, what's your trouble?" the big man asked me. I didn't answer, just sighed. Graceful came out, and she said helplessly to Jie Teer: "I'm sorry, A-Lang said, I told you to leave here." Obviously she was not worth it for Jie Teer. I murmured, "No mercy." Getter nodded, "Okay, I'll go, I'll come back tomorrow." I said, "You are too stubborn. I will accompany you to Harlem to watch a lap dance tomorrow. Who is patient to see the faces of girls? They are like mandalas." She looked at me gracefully and sneered. Getter stood up, "Brother Joe, thank you." He waved his hands in frustration. "I'll send you off, where do you live? Is there enough money?" I felt sympathetic. "Don't worry, Brother Joe, I have the money." Murong Lang called me in the corridor: "Qiao Mu, don't go with him—" I just pretended not to hear. The big man and I walked to Waldorf, he lived in a luxury suite, and his posture was like an Arabian oil king. Such a young and promising heroic husband fell into the hands of Murong Lang. He ordered a drink, and I sat with him in the suite's private sauna, enjoying it like an emperor. I asked: "Hey, big fool, are you one of the ten richest people in the world?" I really became suspicious. He smiled, "Those who can't be ranked in the top ten, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people above everyone, so why compare with others?" This old boy has a complete personality, I am very sorry, if there is no fatal injury of Murong Lang, he is really a perfect person. "Jeter, if you don't mind, tell me your story." "Me? My story is simple." "I was born in a medium-sized family. I have eleven older sisters and eight younger sisters. I was born by my father's sixth wife, and I am the sole heir of the Jeter family," Jetter said. My God, I stared at him, this is called the middle population? "My father married me a wife before he sent me abroad to study—" "No wonder Murong Lang is angry with you, modern women don't like to be concubines, you don't understand that?" "Listen to me, brother Joe, I got married when I was eighteen, and went abroad when I was twenty-one. My wife gave birth to three boys for me—" "Wow," I interrupted again, "So you are the father of the third son, what qualifications do you have to pursue Murong Lang?" He ignored me and went on talking to himself, "It was five years ago when my wife fell ill and went to famous doctors in Europe and America. After years of treatment, she finally died and passed away forever. I became a widower——" "Ah." I immediately lost him again. "Being a widower and intending to live alone for the rest of my life, but I met Murong Lang again. It's really a debt from my previous life." He breathed a sigh of relief, while lightly sipping the amber-colored brandy in the crystal glass. Too twists and turns. "What happened next?" "Later? I ran the business with one hand, took care of the three children with the other, and hung on Murong Lang with the other hand. I couldn't help myself, so another three years passed like this." He smiled wryly. "Has Lang kept rejecting you?" I asked. He hesitated to speak. I don't want to force him to say, change the subject, "Aren't the kids big?" "The eldest is twelve years old." He said enthusiastically, "I'm studying in a boarding school in Switzerland." I walked out of the sauna with him wrapped in a towel, and a waiter immediately came to massage us.He showed me pictures of his sons, and Jeter's pride was justified. The boys were handsome, in suits, with the same big eyes. The big man is a wonder. I asked, "What do you like about Murong Lang?" He scratched his scalp, "Oh, I don't know, when I met her, she was like a little beggar, her long hair was knotted, her clothes were torn, she hadn't eaten properly for several days, and she broke into our pasture to steal eggs ——How unpromising, in Nepal, steal eggs and catch them and beat them as usual. A few long-term workers are trying to make her look good, but I am touring the pasture—oh, I haven’t been to the chicken farm for three months, and I am really doomed— — and saved her, I didn't know whether she was a man or a woman, it was a pure coincidence, that's all, after she finished grooming, I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her face." I listened blankly. "At that time, Murong Lang was suffering from a kind of ringworm. I hired a doctor to treat her for a long time. She lived in our villa near the foothills of the Himalayas. The air there was as clear as water and the equipment in the house was good. It was almost the same as going to Mount St. Morris in Switzerland. . " Getter went on talking. The big man was completely immersed in the past between him and Murong Lang, his eyes shone with a strange brilliance, one could tell at a glance that he was deeply in love, both excited and sad, but he had no choice but to confide in his acquaintances. "I told her frankly that I fell in love with her. She sternly rejected me and wanted to leave me. At this time, my youngest son had a strong relationship with her. It happened that the child was ill, and she saved more for him. For half a year, I rushed back from Portman City to see her every day. I treated her like a princess and loved her with all I had, but she was unmoved. I begged and begged, waited and waited, endured and endured , I finally got annoyed, confiscated her passport, locked her in the house, didn't let her leave me half a step, and didn't give her cash, so she couldn't fly—" "Big man," I shook my head, "you are wrong, women hate power and overbearing." "Now I know I was wrong too." "How did she escape?" "My little boy loves her and he helps her." I thought it was funny, "Your eldest son is only twelve years old, how old is your younger son? Know how to love beautiful girls?" "It's only six years old." The big man said dejectedly. I had no choice but to grin, Murong Lang is also a mandala. "He helped her steal her passport, he helped her get out of the gate, and I didn't find out about it until three days later," Jeter said. "It took so long to find out?" I said. "Because Murong Lang recorded the voice in advance, and my son kept playing it in her room. Whenever I knocked on the door, she would scold those few words. Finally, I became suspicious and realized that she had slipped away. I had no choice but to chase after her. They are all under the jurisdiction of my family, and I feel very regretful. The snow melted in the early spring, which is extremely dangerous. After driving her away, how can I live alone? I know she has gone to Hong Kong. At this time, I have no choice but to chase after you, and I know your address from the immigration officer...Brother Qiao, please excuse me." I was dazzled. Grace wants to write a novel, and this is the most bizarre novel. "My little boy misses her, and now he calls her name frequently in his illness, telling her to go back to be his mother." I became suspicious, "What disease is your wife and child suffering from?" "Where is blood cancer?" "Ah," I exclaimed, "that's unfortunate." "So I must ask Murong Lang to go back and see Xiao Er." I was filled with righteous indignation and slapped my chest, "Min Min Zhe Teer, I have never known the ins and outs of the matter, now I understand, I was involved in this matter with Murong Lang, don't worry, Zhe Teer, leave it to me ." The big man shook his head, "A woman's heart is a sea needle." I was both angry and offended, "Where did you learn to use Chinese idioms in a set way, and tell you that if I find the needle, I will find it." "Brother Qiao, then this matter is entrusted to you." I was dumbfounded after hearing his words, leave it to me?Okay, I'll continue. I squinted my eyes to look at the big man. Not long ago, Brother Jing Ke took over a matter like this, but it turned out that the wind was rustling and the water was cold, and he didn't come back later. Is this whole thing? What about a trap? The big man has a simple face, maybe I was overly suspicious, he may be very shrewd in business, but he is a loser emotionally, so help him if you can. I said, "Well, Jetter, leave it to me." He let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and "hurriedly" pulled out a small knife from his side. It was shiny, and I said "ohhh" and jumped back three steps. What will happen to this kid?Scary. "Brother Qiao, since you and I are very speculative, why don't we make an alliance with blood and become brothers." I tremblingly said: "You, you don't make such jokes, put it away quickly, why are you covered with knives?" "Brother Joe—" "I'm afraid of pain, and I'm afraid of seeing blood, so don't bring up such horrible ideas." I hurried out of my luxurious suite at the Waldorf Astoria. It's a good thing he figured it out, and Ming'er also suggested stabbing knives in both sides, bloody stuff, for friends, be a lobbyist with words, or buy a meal out of pocket, it's okay to use knives and guns, it's free Well, I'm not a hero. I made an appointment with Lang to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We sat in front of Rembrandt's famous painting "Aristotle Meditating Before Homer's Head" and talked about serious matters. I said, "Today I saw Mr. Murong." "Who?" "Murong Jue, the real Mr. Murong." "Ah." Lang lowered his head, "Second brother." "I sent the big guy back to the hotel again, and he told me everything, and talked to me." "Oh." She was a little scared, obviously guilty. I was angry, "Is what they said true? If he hadn't picked you up, you would still be a little beggar covered in itch?" "It's true." She bowed her head. "He treats you sincerely. Think about it, he doesn't even know that you are the daughter of the Murong clan in Hong Kong. What do you dislike about him?" Lang almost cried, "I don't dislike him, but I can't love him." I sneered, "Then at least you should take care of your kindness. His child is suffering from an incurable disease, and you should also visit him." "I told him that I begged him to send the child to Switzerland or the United States for treatment. I am willing to accompany the child, but he refuses, and I dare not stay in Nepal. He is very powerful in his country. It became Murong brand free meat." she cried. I handed her the handkerchief, sighing, I am the hardest middleman. The curator of the gallery came over, looked at Murong Lang sympathetically, and then looked at the famous painting on the wall, and said, "Miss from the East, this painting is so beautiful that it makes people sad, isn't it?" A-Lang cried even more sadly. "Stop weeping," I said. "Why do you care about my past? As long as our future is bright, we'll be fine." A-Lang said. Slow down, my neck stiffened, "What are you talking about? Who's going to have a bright future with whom?" A-Lang put down her handkerchief and stared at me with such clear and beautiful eyes. After a while, she said, "I'm with you, Qiao." "You and I?" I yelled like I saw a big-headed ghost, "You and I? How could it be this way? A-Lang, you and I are purely friends, friends." I waved my arms vigorously, "You Misunderstood." A-Lang stood up in a huff, "I misunderstood? How is it possible? You came all the way to New York, didn't it be because of me?" "I—" I think this misunderstanding is really big. "You're not for Grace, you told me over and over again that Grace is not your girlfriend, you," she pointed at me, "are you doing it for her?" "No, A-Lang, listen to me—" "For her?" Ah Lang murmured. I hold her by the shoulder. A-Lang looked at me with a broken heart, "Joe, my concern for you... don't you know?" I was shocked, "I, I really don't know, how can I deserve you?" "I'm a vagrant, Ah Lang, I'm so foolish...Min Min Chet is a hundred times better than me." I said. "You don't need to say any more." A-Lang stood up heartbroken and ran towards the entrance of the museum. I hurried to catch up. The administrator, an old man, still sighed, "Oh, never underestimate the power of art." I said, "Go to hell." Lang had already jumped on her Lincoln, and Juechen faced her. Originally, I should raise my hand and call a taxi to catch up, but what is the price of a taxi in New York... I couldn't afford the fare, so I became a hero, doing cool deeds , all supported by the evil money, I lost the battle immediately because the two bags were empty. I thought dejectedly: I don't even have a place to sleep tonight, and I'm living in a foreign land. I've seen A-Lang's mother-in-law's face towards Jie Te'er, and it will be used on me sooner or later. Fortunately, I still have my sworn brother Jeter, and I have to rely on him tonight. I swung to Greenwich Village by myself. Murong Lang loves me?If I don't see her say it in person, I can't believe it. Why does she love me?It's really inexplicable, a woman's heart can't be understood after a lifetime of research, I walked while scratching my head. It's really hard to guess, what she wants... I sat down at a roadside coffee stand and ordered a drink. No wonder this girl treats me so well.I thought: no wonder. What an unexpected tragedy. As I was meditating, the Lincoln of Murong's family stopped in front of me. The driver got out of the car and said to me, "Mr. Qiao, I am lucky that you are here. I found you. Come back with me. Mrs. Murong is looking for you." "She's looking for me?" I asked blankly, "What for?" The tall driver packed me into the car like a kidnapper, and the car sped back to Fifth Street. Ning Xiner is waiting for me in her private study. She sat on an S-shaped velvet lovers chair with my back on her back.There is a soft Tanci music singing the story of the jade dragonfly. I asked gently: "You summoned me?" Ning Xiner still did not look back. I chatted up and said, "My father is also the one who loves his mother in the nunnery. I have been familiar with this story since I was a child." She was wearing a set of moon-white underwear, which was as pure as ice. I didn't dare to lean on the other side of the love chair, so I just sat down on the couch.Slantingly saw her spacious bedroom, the maid was tidying up the towels in the bathroom, replacing them in piles, and piled them on the floor. The bedroom is white, simple and plain, and there is no portrait of the hostess. Since Mr. Murong passed away, they said: She cannot do without the three colors of black, white and gray, and her heart is as pure as silk. The study was very quiet, without any special furnishings. I noticed that the light in Murong's house was always dim. When a stranger walked in, it was like entering another kingdom, a world of light and shadow. Ning Xiner turned her head. She was wearing a pair of gold bead earrings, the pearls were in the shape of tears, which perfectly complemented her moon-white body, making her heart-shaped face even more beautiful, but her cold eyes were full of confusion at the moment. She finally spoke. She said, "A-Lang is losing his temper." Although this sentence is nonsensical, I understand it as soon as I hear it. I asked, "Is it because of me?" "How can you refuse her?" Ning Xiner asked softly, "Such a cute and beautiful girl is hard to come by, and she fell in love with you at first sight. If you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for?" I can't help but laugh, more than an hour ago I was serving as the lobbyist for Min Minzhe Te'er, but I didn't expect Ning Xin'er to come to replace A-Lang in the same role soon. "I just can't believe this girl will fall in love with me, a slut." I replied helplessly. "Murong Lang has pursued a perfect relationship all her life, and she has no other things in mind. From this, it can be seen how much she values ​​you." "I've told her," I said, "that our love life is not our whole life." "I understand that." Ning Xin'er smiled wryly, "She doesn't accept it." "Because she was born in Murong's family, she doesn't have to bear any practical responsibilities. She can spend all her time pursuing an illusory love life. Whether such a girl is lucky to fall in love with me is debatable." Affection. Ning Xin'er smiled, and there was too much bitterness in her smile. I continued, "A lot of women at her age have to do a nine-to-five job to supplement the family income. They have parents and children, deal with the boss's face outside, and take care of their parents-in-law at home. Not all of these people She deserves to be cheap, Murong Lang is too self-centered, she will live in a small world forever, moaning without illness, a hundred years ago, she was the kind of character who asked a maid to help a prisoner Bai Haitang and weep blood, I don't like it I like this number of people, and there is also her brother Murongjue, who is not much better. If a needle is dropped, he will shout for heaven and earth. Bad luck." Ning Xiner stared at me blankly. I spread my hands, indicating that I have finished everything I want to say. She said slowly, "Mr. Qiao, A-Lang is very upset." "I can't help it." I said briskly. She fell silent. I simply said straightforwardly: "The girl I like is like you, who has the spirit of struggle, but hides it deeply." She said lightly, "I am a widow, not a girl." I stood up, paced in her room, and thought about the words, "Why, don't you plan to come out to see the world again, and enjoy the sun again?" She raised her eyes slightly, "What do you mean?" "Are you planning to be the heir of the Ancient Tomb Sect for the rest of your life?" Ning Xin'er snorted, "I've seen everything I shouldn't see in this world, and I've seen enough of what I should see. I don't want anything." "But a pot of mandala still surprises you." She smiled: "You child, what do you want to say?" There was no bitterness in her smile this time. I said, "If you're willing to step out, I'll always be here for you." She showed her face, her eyes were curved and full of the beauty of flowers, after a while, she asked: "Are you going to support me?" I honestly said: "I am only going to support myself and go back to work in my father's company." "That's not okay." She restrained her smile, but her eyes were mischievous, "Then how can I be a boyfriend." I could see that she just wanted me to be boring, and sighed, "If you liked me, you wouldn't care so much about me." "You're quite right, Mr. Joe, and I'm sure you know the old saying—" "I know," I continued, "Once the sea was too difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud." I felt sad in my heart. I didn't hold out too much hope, so I won't be heartbroken.This is really a series of tragedies, and the arrows of the god of love are in a mess. In one day, Murong Lang rejected the big man, I rejected Murong Lang, and Ning Xin'er hinted that I would give up this heart, and neither of us can get it The person you want. Things are often unsatisfactory in the world. "Mr. Qiao, I understand what's on your mind, and I appreciate it. A-Lang is worrying, so go and persuade her." At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind the door: "No need, I'm right here." I turned my head, and Murong Lang stood by the door with a pale face, her expression was like a wounded little animal. I was surprised, it was not for me, I only knew them for a short period of time, it is impossible to love so deeply, and it is impossible to hate so deeply. She said to Ning Xiner: "I love you, you have to love, why? Why do you have to snatch it from me?" "A-Lang, there is no such thing." Ning Xin'er persuaded swallowing her anger. "My father, my elder brother, my lover, you want everything, you are a rat that got out of the gutter, and you will grab whatever you see, and you must take it for yourself." I went to pull Murong Lang, "You are too much." "You don't need to interrupt." A-Lang threw me away. I saw Ning Xiner folded her hands, if she didn't smell it, she wouldn't see it. I secretly admire, this young woman is really not easy, now she is the head of the family, she doesn't need to be angry at all, to be honest, she doesn't need to lead Murong Lang back from me at all. I said, "A-Lang, even without her, I still treat you like a good friend. Don't blame others. People talk about fate, and there is no other possibility between us." A-Lang shouted frantically, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." She rushed out of the room. I didn't intend to chase her back, I shrugged at Ning Xiner. She even said mockingly: "People who don't eat mutton often make a mess." I stood up, "Sorry, I broke the peace of the house." "I hope it's not that I'm sorry, but I'm really happy." She sent me out. "It's not convenient for me to bother you anymore." She asked: "Is there any money around you? Don't hit your swollen face to pretend to be fat." She smiled. "I won't open my mouth to ask you for it, please tell A-Lang: Minminzhetel is waiting for her." "You have seen her break with me, and you are still willing to listen to me?" "You were really patient with her," I complimented. "I look at Mr. Murong's face in everything, I love my house and my crow." "Mr. Murong saw you right." I was deeply moved. Ning Xiner said sadly: "I have always failed him." "You've done a good job, and his children are not easy to handle." "Mr. Qiao, A-Lang has a bad temper, and he will be fine after a while. We are still good friends." She also wanted to save A-Lang. I didn't think so, "Let someone else tame this cow, I can't stand it." Ning Xin'er still apologized, I felt bad for her, I have to repay the favors I received, this is the gentleness of maids and concubines in ancient times. I turned around and left, before going out, I said, "I live in Waldorf with Min Minchet."