The Road Turns White Tonight

Yang Zhi was slightly surprised. "How do you know it's a woman?"

She gave him a white glance, "Man is simply hatred for romance, knowing it."

Yang Zhi heard the words spray, and for a while, he said, "The mosquito, the person he has to wait for, will never show up. The woman died, and died here, in the room where Mr. Yi paid the rent for 50 years. . "

Yang Zhi thought Xiaowen would scream, even Xiaowen herself thought so, but she didn't react at all, she was so shocked, she could not speak. After a long time, she just asked quietly, "Azhi, why is it 50 years?"

Yang Zhi whispered, "Because 50 years later, he can't move anymore, or he may have gone to find her."

Xiaowen suddenly reached out and hugged Yang Zhi. Fortunately, that person was still beside him.

"That woman is his lover?" Xiaowen asked carefully.

"His wife."

Xiaowen's throat seemed to be blocked with a stone, and it didn't disappear until he heard Yang Zhi's answer. In her mind, this feeling should be given to his wife, not to others.

"By the way, Zhi, there is something strange, but I can't figure out where the strange place is."

Yang Zhi was also curious, "You said."

"I'm about the same age as You Yan, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded.

"Then why did Mr. Yi pay so much attention to eloquent words?" She asked slowly.

*

Neither Xiaowen nor Yang Zhi knew that Mr. Yi was actually not a surname of Yi. His name was Lu Hongyi. However, many years ago, there was a person who always liked to call him Ai. Where the person died, he followed her preferences and called himself Mr. Yi.

Time is vast. Over the years, this small hotel has been decorated several times, and only this room has retained its original appearance. Lu Hongyi sat on the bed and looked at every setting in the room.

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Opposite the bed is an old TV. On the small coffee table next to it, there are old-fashioned thermos and cups. The curtains are faded, and only the mottled pattern remains. But if his wife and daughter were here, he thought, they could discern the original beauty.

His wife is Chizheng.

Before marrying her, she was the most famous talented painter in China. Once he lowered his paintbrush and washed his hands to make wonton soup.

The window was cracked, the wind blew up the curtains, and there was a reckless mountain outside the window. This room has a beautiful scenery and can see Ruqin Lake. The vast water was like a pool of tears.

More than a decade ago, did she also sit in the same position, overlooking the outside scenery, and then sketched a picture to remember the years as a white horse.

The corners of his eyes slowly became moist.

He was a famous diplomat and played a word game. He asked for characters such as beads, clothes, fragrant shadows, and laughter. Being indifferent is not the most basic skill. But no matter how long time passed, as long as she thought of her, he would still hurt, and his dry eyes could shed tears.

He got up and turned off the lights, and Ren recalled dragging him into the deep sea.

Not far from Yuezhao Pine Forest, there is a Lushan Theater. The cinema has been playing a film called Lu Shanlian. I don't know how long this movie will be played.

The moonlight was quiet and beautiful. In front of the theater, he kissed her lips and proposed to her.

No matter how high the art of painting was, she still looked like a normal girl that year, and her eyes were bright. She trembled and said, Ayi, I shouldn't promise you, but

She didn't say anything, but he understood. He hugged her, whether she could read or not, no matter the treasure she hid between her eyebrows. He said, Zheng, I don't care how long you are, I hope my wife is you, year by year, day by day.

"Please forgive my selfishness." Chi Zheng cried.

It was the first time he saw her tears.

In fact, it was him who was selfish. She was originally a butterfly in this world. Her natural flaws made her more beautiful. Because it is short, it is beautiful. But he captured her without knowing how to cherish it.

At that time, he was on the diplomatic field, and she was the most noticeable star in the art world. For love, maybe they were too young.

I remember that day, it was the first and last time they quarreled after they got married, the only time in their lives. He threw the letter to her face fiercely, "Why hide me?"