When twenty years of waiting meet marriage, can you tell how much is habit and how much is love?
When the reunion passes by, can you tell how much is attachment and how much is helplessness?
When ten fingers are interlocked and you say the phrase "I love you for a long time", I know that I was wrong...
In the early winter of drizzling rain, the sky is a lonely deep blue, rendering this morning as thick as evening. Jing Anyan held up a transparent umbrella and walked towards the iconic panoramic glass building of A City, and the wind swept the crystal ice rain around the fluttering umbrella and landed on her face, cold and cold, like that heart. That heart, she never knew what it was made of, could be so hard and so cold that she couldn't get it, and she couldn't let go.
Walking to the automatic glass door, Jing Anyan put away his umbrella, and also put away a trace of melancholy stirred by the weather, and walked to the warm and melting auction hall. The auction had already begun, almost full, and she chose a penultimate row by the window, took off her damp trench coat and sat down, and Qi Lin immediately walked around the front row in an all-pervasive way, brazenly inviting the man in the seat next to her to leave and replace him.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Young Master Qi half squinted at the very representative peach blossom eyes and said in Jing Anyan's ear.
"The Red Clay Mountain was the brainchild of my father for half a lifetime, and I couldn't keep it, at least to know whose hands it had fallen into." She moved her body and pulled away from Young Master Qi.
A new round of bidding began, and Jing Anyan's gaze swept over the faces of all kinds of rich gentlemen in the hall. Everyone's expressions are different, some people are salivatingly staring at the auctioneer's every move, such as Lin Quan, the owner of Lin Who made his fortune by mining; some people are purely hilarious and have a good look, such as Qi Lin; and some people who are completely uncompetitive can only watch the mining rights of the Red Clay Mountain being auctioned off to pay off debts, such as her. Among them, there was no face she wanted to see the most, so there was no way to know his look.
The price is getting higher and higher, when Linchuan Nonferrous Metals Company boss Lin Quan offered a high price of thirty million, the enthusiastic bidding suddenly cooled down, some people gave up because they really did not have the financial resources to step in, some people were worried that the delicious dish of the laterite mountain silver mine had been eaten by the Jing family, and some of the remaining scraps of cold burning could not be worth this price, and chose to retreat, and some people were still observing the situation. When the bidding price reached 40 million, everyone began to look at each other, Lin Quan looked determined to win, and the other young competitor's forehead had begun to ooze sweat, and the action of raising the card was becoming more and more hesitant.
Seeing that everything was almost a foregone conclusion, Jing An Yan stood up on the back of the chair and did not want to look any further.
"Words, why don't you look at it?" The orgasm hasn't started yet. Qi Lin asked her with his face on his back, and his warm jade-like smile seemed particularly underrepaired at the moment.
She still had business, and she didn't have time to repair him today, so she put on her cool coat and walked to the door. Suddenly, the light in front of her eyes dimmed, and the indifferent figure blocked her way. She looked up suddenly, and before she could see the expression of the person in front of her, the familiar and unfamiliar figure had already passed her shoulders, leaving a chill brought back from the ice and snow of Washington.
There was no polite greeting, not even a look of stay, Jing Moyu walked past her. His back was as distant as ever, even in front of her eyes, like a mirage in the desert, out of reach. She smiled bitterly, this love, this scene, she can still expect him to say something to her, do you sit down to reminisce about the past, talk about family customs, talk about brotherhood and sisterhood, or talk about whether they will reconcile the lawsuit they have been fighting for a year?
Jing Moyu walked to the position she had just left, sat down, and leaned back on the backrest, with a leisurely posture.
"Yo! You're back! Qi Lin raised his eyebrows happily, although he was talking to him, his eyes fell on her side, "You also want to come to see the hilarity, and insert a foot?" ”
"I don't have a hobby of Qi Shao, and I don't like to watch the hilarity." Jing Moyu smiled sarcastically, and the coldness in the corners of his eyes was much lighter, "I either don't come, if I come, I will not only insert one foot!"
Qi Lin couldn't hear what he meant, so he laughed twice, stopped talking, and looked at Jing Anyan who walked to the door. She had forgotten to leave, and her eyes were tightly fixed on the figure reflected in the glass window opposite. The glass blurred by the cold air reflected the side face was as light as fog, and the cold edges and corners of the silhouette were gone, nor the sharp edges under the eyes, only the arrogance and strength of his indomitable arrogance and strength increased unabated.
It was him, Jing Moyu, who was still back.
The auctioneer shouted in a raised tone, "Forty-six million!" Is there anyone else bidding? Forty-six million... Forty-seven million! Number Five bid forty-seven million..."
The young competitor who had just finished the price looked back impatiently, saw Jing Moyu sitting in the back row and watched coldly, breathed a long sigh of relief, ran a few steps over, and leaned over to put his ear close to him. He adjusted his posture and opened his mouth slowly, not very loud, but enough for all the eager competitors to hear: "You can raise your cards, don't hesitate." ”
"What if someone deliberately raises the price?"
"No." His words fell like cold jade, and the words were harsh, "I didn't have a festival with my uncle here." ”
The whole venue fell silent, Boss Lin looked back at Jing Moyu, he looked back at the past, slightly raised his thin lips, and a polite but alienated smile spread from the corner of his mouth. Boss Lin pondered for a moment, put down the bidding card in his hand, and then no one called the price again until the hammer was decided.
A drop of rain fell on the glass window and fell silently, leaving a crystalline line, like a tear mark. Jing Anyan wrapped his coat tightly, covered the trembling of his body, and turned and walked toward the exit. The warm wind in the room slipped out of the building through the automatic door, and the raindrops blew straight through the first condensed snowflakes, scraping through the skin, she did not feel the cold at all, only the silver-white stars in front of her eyes, crystal clear, just like the snowflakes that melted on his eyebrows in the deep winter.
A few minutes later, Boss Lin walked out of the auction hall with a gray face, followed by Lin Jia'ershao, who had just returned from a foreign gold plating. Lin Ershao asked confusedly, "Dad, why didn't you just raise your card, forty-seven million, it's too cheap for him." ”
"You know what!" Boss Lin pulled the cowhide jacket on his body, "Since he came, he will definitely not let the Jing family's mining rights fall into the hands of others, and I will argue with him, which is equivalent to raising his price. It is better to sell his personal feelings, and there will be opportunities to make money in the future. ”
"What the hell is he?" Why is he determined to win the Jing family's mining rights? ”
"You don't even know him?" Jing Haotian has raised a good son-in-law for twenty years- Jing Moyu. You remember him well, and when you meet him later, remember to be polite. ”
"Son-in-law?" Lin Ershao had a look of sudden realization, "Oh! It turned out that in order to rob the Jing family's family property, he and Jing Anyan fought a divorce lawsuit for more than a year. ”
"Grab what a possession!" You have time to learn more about some business information, don't stare at the unreliable gossip news every day, they..." Walking to the door, Boss Lin caught a glimpse of Jing Anyan who had been standing in front of the door for a long time, put away the words behind her, and smiled politely at her, "Yo! An Yan, the day is so cold, how to stand here, waiting for people? ”
She smiled back, without a clear answer, and looked unconsciously at the looming figure inside the glass door. Boss Lin glanced at her line of sight, and he had already understood, and left with a confused Lin Ershao.
Jing Anyan's driver, Uncle Cai, saw that she was delayed in getting out of the car, and ran over with an umbrella, and the black umbrella covered the white snowflakes: "Miss, I just saw -"
She waved her hand and signaled to him that he didn't need to say: "The red clay mountain was originally left to him by dad, and now that he has bought it, it is a good thing that I don't have to worry about it anymore." ”
Uncle Cai did not express any more opinions, glanced at the open automatic door, and his expression was a little excited. She turned to look over and bumped into Jing Moyu's bottomless pupil, her eyes briefly docking, only for a second, but it seemed to be longer than two hundred and eighty-nine days.
She clutched the hem of her coat deadly, the root of her nose was numb from the rain and snow, her breathing was not very smooth, she tried to take two breaths, and did not even say a word of "How are you". She and him, only one step away, the light rain caught in the first snow, fell among them, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Jing Moyu retracted his gaze, stepped down the stone steps in front of the door, and after walking the last stone steps, he stopped and turned.
She pursed her dry lips quietly, and a snowflake fell on her face, as cold and cold as his expression.
He looked down, slowly raised his wrist to look at his watch, and then looked up at her, as if he wanted to say something. Her heart seemed to be tightened by that sight, and a scar was drawn.
He finally spoke, his tone cold but firm: "I said that what I lost, one day I will take it all back, do you remember?" ”
Of course she remembered that it was a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life. The last snow of the deep winter fell overwhelmingly in front of the solemn gate of the courthouse. Jing Moyu's hot palm clenched her wrist, the snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, gradually melting, she saw such a strong and undisguised pain in his black eyes for the first time, he said: "Why can't you believe me?" ”
She did not struggle, and returned with a flat smile: "You should ask the judge about this question." It was he who didn't believe you, it was he who sentenced me everything about the Jing family. If you're not satisfied, you can appeal — if you think it's glorious. ”
His hand loosened little by little, and he did not continue to hold on, even though he had nothing, he was still proud, still unable to whisper and plead with her.
She turned to leave, not wanting to stay for a minute.
"What I lost, one day I will take it all back." His muffled voice sounded behind her.
She looked back and sneered dismissively: "Jing Moyu, when you have the ability to take it back, come back to me again." ”
I have heard people say that people always have to do a few things in this life that they regret, and their lives are complete. So far, Jing Anyan has only done two things to make his life complete, one is to fall in love with Jing Moyu, and the other is to marry him.
Regret cannot change the past, she can only pack, compress, and hide it in memory, but in some unconscious moment, she will still remember...