Chapter 68: Awakening from a Dream
The phone hung up, and Isaiah ran to his brother complacently to show his eyes.
He looked like he wanted to be beaten, "Brother, are you really not going back with me this time? Then this time, only Xi and I can enjoy our world together."
< br>Wen Qingheng: "Fuckoff, Wen Qi'an."
No matter how emotionally stable a person is, when he scolds his younger brother, he can use the same curse words.
Usually when his brother calls his Chinese name in a polite tone, it means that he is really angry.
Isaiah shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, he was already used to it.
He picked up the photo Wen Qingheng placed on his desk. It was still a photo he took, but now it has become someone's private collection.
Isaiah felt a little pity: "Mommy said, you are called seeing things and missing people."
Wen Qingheng took the photo frame away from his hands and warned his brainless brother, "Go back Finally, don’t let her get too tired.”
Isaiah curled his lips and said in a strange voice: "Don't let her be too tired~"
He always felt that his brother was too deeply affected by the word reserved.
You obviously like me, why do you have to put yourself in the position of a friend.
You should tell her straightforwardly, I love you, stay with me, and we will get married!
Isaiah looked at his brother who had devoted himself to work again, and felt that he still had a long way to go in the future.
As the ancient Chinese saying goes, the road ahead is long and difficult.
He thought for a moment and then asked: "Brother, you have to come on the day when my photography exhibition opens, right?"
Wen Qingheng didn't even raise his head: "Not necessarily."
Isaiah couldn't help but curl his lips: "Just be tough."
It was a boy's nature after all. After a few words of bickering, Isaiah ran to pack the things he wanted to bring back home.
Wen Qingheng's eyes fell on the photo frame on the table.
The person in the photo is sitting on a bench by the sea. Her profile in the wind is undoubtedly beautiful and moving. The strong wind is carrying the sea water and submerging her calves. In the weather in Edinburgh, the temperature of the sea water is bitingly cold.
Her hair was fluttering messily in the wind, and a heavy rain was brewing in the gloomy sky, but she seemed unaware of everything around her and just stared at the sea absentmindedly.
This scene was recorded by Isaiah. He held up the camera and happily shared it with his family, saying that he had found his new muse.
Wen Qingheng just glanced at him casually and frowned subconsciously. His professional qualities as a psychiatrist forced him to take a second look.
The lens can fully show a person's emotions.
Isaiah was still describing excitedly that this was the first few days he had seen her, and each time it brought him a different shock.
My parents were scolding him: "It is impolite to secretly photograph others. Isaiah, you should have asked for advice before taking the photo."
Isaiah knew he was in the wrong and said sincerely: "I I'll apologize, Mommy."
Wen Qingheng turned the pages forward, starting from the first photo, and his frown became tighter every time he turned back.
"Brother, what's wrong, are you also moved?"
Wen Qingheng narrowed her eyes slightly, put down the camera, and said in a calm tone: "Her mental state is very poor, and she does not rule out the tendency to commit suicide. ”
That was his first meeting with Sang Nanxi.
Through the camera, it can't block the decisive feeling of fragmentation in her body.
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Sang Nanxi's skin was a little too delicate, and the bruises from the slightest bump would last for ten days.
The ointment was applied for three days, and it was surprisingly effective. The marks on her body and face finally faded to the point where they were almost invisible.
Perhaps because of that slap, Sang Mingde stopped pressing her step by step.
Sang Nanxi also knew that her father felt guilty for her, and he hesitated several times with apologetic eyes.
Resentful? Not really.
How should she resent her father, the father who had held her in the palm of his hand since she was a child? When there is no way to blame others, people will just blame themselves.
There were some things that she had no choice but to not mention and just treat them as past in a daze.
The day for Isaiah to return to China was getting closer and closer. On the day when Sang Nanxi was preparing to leave for northern Beijing, he made an appointment with Tao Jizhi first.
“Is there a club here?” Tao Jizhi was a little surprised.
Sang Nanxi had a great time eating that night, and since the last incident, people would always look at her from time to time when she ate out.
This place is clean. After eating that day, she specifically asked the manager here for a business card.
"My friend brought me here too."
Tao Jizhi thoughtfully pulled out a chair for her and looked around. There were only two private rooms in total.
This is an area of Yicheng where land is at a premium, and the villa residential area is not far from here. Who would open a private club that no one has heard of in such an area.
It was probably another playful move by some idle young man. There were many such people around them.
Stacks of stir-fried vegetables were served. They were all the freshest and seasonal dishes of the season, with a crystal luster. Just looking at them made people appetite, but he felt a little tasteless.
Good food must be tasted with the mood.
Tao Jizhi looked at the girl under the light. He had not seen her for a few days, but she had lost some weight.
When Sang Nanxi asked him out, he could probably guess why. He originally wanted to refuse. It happened that his family and company were busy recently, and he might be able to give up the dinner if he couldn't spare the time. Push it away.
But he came anyway.
The silent phone call that night, the inquiry call from Mr. Sang’s father, and the harsh tone.
He had too many questions.
Tao Jizhi thought about it carefully. In the end, all those questions turned into fantasy. He had no position to ask.
Facing Sang Nanxi, he always had a sense of propriety.
This meal was much quieter than usual, as if some emotion was brewing.
After almost eating the food on the table, Sang Nanxi took a deep breath before taking out the carefully wrapped jade bracelet from the bag.
Wrapped in silk handkerchief, it was actually hard to tell what it was, but Tao Jizhi already knew it at a glance.
It was something that was forced onto her hand that day.
That night, he also had selfish motives. Although he stopped her with a few words, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction when he saw the jade bracelet being worn on her wrist.
The emerald green light gave him the courage to speak out what was in his heart.
The moment Sang Nanxi did not refuse, he was also looking forward to the fact that the person in front of him might become his wife in the near future.
A surprising glimpse when I was young, a figure that appeared several times in the boy's dreams, and found support many years later.
In the past few days, his heart has been hanging, and finally he woke up at this moment like a dream.
Sang Nanxi pushed the silk handkerchief to him with a calm expression, "Ji Zhi, I think this should be returned to its original owner."
Tao Jizhi did not take it and looked at her silently, with a rare stubbornness.
Seeing that he had no intention of taking it, Sang Nanxi smiled helplessly: "Ji Zhi, I think...it should belong to someone who treats you sincerely."
Not just They are friends, not just for temporary peace.
The air in the room was a little stagnant.
"Is it because of the man that night?" He asked abruptly.
(End of this chapter)