After the rain, the small red brick building has an earthy smell. It is not much different from five years ago. The only change may be the brand new number plate at the door, with white letters on a blue background and a few simple characters behind it. There seems to be a reader, silently telling the past, present, and future of this building.
A willow leaf swayed and dropped a drop of water, which fell onto the wet road. The breeze comes from the west, forcing back the returning summer heat.
Lin Yue stood in front of the door and turned over the memories in his mind.
Qiao Yicheng's memories are naturally much richer than the plot of the TV series. Back then, he exchanged a cheap sweet potato for the favor of the rebellious Wen Ju'an, and the two secretly developed a relationship. Unfortunately, Wen Xue did not support the two of them. This was not only It was only because Wen Ju'an was only in the third year of high school at that time, so she was still young and her thoughts were immature, and because Wen Xue's own experience told her that marrying a child from a poor family would have no future, and she didn't want her daughter to make the same mistake she did. So after fighting against each other, he resolutely brought Wen Ju'an to Beijing.
In the TV series, Wen Ju'an wrote a letter to Qiao Yicheng, but Qiao Yicheng did not reply. The answer is simple. Wen Xue talked to him, and she lost all her previous politeness and politeness. She made no secret of her respect for his background. Contemptuous, he bluntly said that he had a rotten gambler father and several younger brothers and sisters to take care of. There was absolutely no way for him to give her daughter happiness and make him want to eat swan meat.
Two years later, Qiao Yicheng came to Beijing as Qiao Simei, who was looking north to watch Fei Xiang's concert. He was sure that Simei had returned home safely. After a while of confusion, he came to Wen Ju'an with an uneasy feeling in the letter sent to him. Wen Ju'an complained about why he didn't reply to her, and Wen Xue found a new tutor for her.
What is Qiao Yicheng's personality? He has a strong self-esteem and is most afraid of causing trouble to others. As soon as Wen Ju'an said this, he immediately found an excuse to get up and leave.
When he was about to go out, Wen Ju'an stopped him and asked him to meet at an overpass not far away in the evening.
Qiao Yicheng was very happy and bought a rose from the little flower seller to give to Wen Ju'an. However, unfortunately, his first love didn't come until midnight.
He didn't ask why and took the bus back to Nanjing early the next morning.
Now, five years later, he is here again.
It was to help He Jiangsheng regain his daughter and give Wen Xue a good look, and also to untie the knot that had troubled Qiao Yichen for half his life.
"is it here?"
He Jiangsheng did not disturb his contemplation, and only asked questions when he came to his senses.
Lin Yue nodded: "That's right."
After finishing speaking, he walked into the door of the red brick building.
Most of today's residential buildings have two, three or four households on one staircase. It was different in the past. Several households were connected by a corridor and everyone shared a staircase.
According to the scene in his memory, Lin Yue took He Jiangsheng to a red wooden door on the west side of the second floor.
The word "福" on the door frame is new, and there are couplets posted during the Spring Festival on both sides.
He raised his arm and knocked on the door.
Dong Dong Dong~
Dong Dong Dong~
"Who is it?" came the reply from a woman in the room.
He Jiangsheng's face changed slightly, and the light in his pupils was a little scorching.
Lin Yue didn't answer and knocked on the door again.
Dong Dong Dong~
"I'm coming."
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the door opened with a click, and a woman wearing gold glasses appeared in the field of vision of the two people.
That's right, it's Wen Xue.
Compared to seven years ago, her appearance had hardly changed, and she still looked...mean, not very image-like. Lin Yue searched around and felt that the word "frigid" was quite suitable to describe her.
The corners of He Jiangsheng's mouth twitched, and his Adam's apple squirmed visibly. It was obvious that he recognized the woman in front of him at a glance. Wen Xue was angry at Wen Xue, who was "chaotic from beginning to end" and refused to let him see his daughter. Regardless of whether he was nervous or nervous, he looked very excited anyway. However, before coming here, Lin Yue had made an agreement with him three times, asking him to act according to his eyes, and now he was trying his best to control his emotions.
"Who are you looking for?"
The two recognized Wen Xue, but it was obvious that Wen Xue had forgotten them after seven years.
Her impression of Qiao Yicheng was still that of a young man who had not graduated from college, and she had not had much contact with him at that time. After all, Qiao Yicheng was a tutor, and in Wen Xue's place, he was a solid soldier in the camp. After seven years, You may be able to recall the name, but if you were to meet him on the street, there would be no reaction.
As for He Jiangsheng, the person she has been married to for more than ten years should be the person she is most familiar with. But precisely because of his understanding, he would not be associated with the man in a suit and leather shoes in front of him, who looked like a successful man.
In her opinion, the man named "He Jiangsheng" should be slowly rotting away in a dark corner of Nanjing.
"We're looking for Wen Ju'an."
Lin Yue's answer made Wen Xue stunned: "Are you her classmate? Or a colleague?"
"No, I am her teacher."
"teacher?"
Wen Xue looked confused.
"Yes, I am her teacher Qiao."
The three words "Teacher Qiao" lit up Wen Xue's memories, instantly connecting Lin Yue's face to the shabby-dressed normal school student seven years ago.
"It's you?!" There was no joy in meeting an acquaintance on her face. Instead, the light in her eyes was a little cold: "Why are you here?"
"I've already passed. I'm here to see Wen Ju'an."
"She doesn't want to see you, please leave."
Wen Xue's answer was very rude.
"How did you know she didn't want to see me without asking her? Wen Xue, you are too overbearing."
"I am her mother. If I don't want to see you, she doesn't want to see you."
"Are you her mother? If she is not allowed to see me, have you asked her father's opinion?"
Wen Xue followed Lin Yue's gaze and looked at the middle-aged man next to him. After looking carefully for a few times, his pupils shrank suddenly and his expression changed drastically.
"Are you... He Jiangsheng?"
In shock, confusion and a trace of panic, the name blurted out.
Who is He Jiangsheng in her impression? Vulgar, sloppy, servile, uneducated, unmotivated, drunk all day long... No one will be stingy with the adjective "trash" after looking at him.
But now, although his eyes are not clear and still cloudy, from the way he dresses to his personal style and the calm temperament he exudes, he seems to be a completely different person.
"You...how could you?"
He Jiangsheng enjoyed the strong expression changes on her face very much. This kind of pleasure cannot be compared with drinking a pot of good wine or a cold drink to relieve the heat.
"dad?"
The voice came from behind Wen Xue and from Wen Ju'an.
Lin Yue looked at Qiao Yicheng's first girlfriend. Just like her mother, her appearance has not changed much. She just no longer has long shawl hair and has a pear blossom perm. She is a little less angry and more like the girl in his impression. Somewhat trendy and sophisticated.
"Dad, is it really you?" Wen Ju'an kept his eyes on He Jiangsheng's face, put his right hand on his chest, clenched it tightly into a fist, and looked very excited.
Wen Xue brought her to Beijing seven years ago. After arriving there, the father and daughter lost contact. She thought she would never see him again in this life, but she did not expect that today, the father she thought about day and night would come to her door. Come.
"Ju'an..."
Before Wen Xue could finish her words, her daughter pushed her away. A thin hand stretched out, grabbed He Jiangsheng's wrist, and pulled him into the house.
"Dad, is it really you? Is it really you? I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Wen Ju'an looked at the middle-aged man's face without blinking, tears welling up in his eyes.
Growing up, her mother had constantly arranged for her to do this and that, imposing what the mother wanted on her daughter, never asking her if she liked it. Only her father can make her feel family affection and love.
He Jiangsheng's appearance was not as good as hers, which made an old man burst into tears.
Lin Yueting understood him. More than ten years ago, why did He Jiangsheng chase him from his hometown to Nanjing? Isn’t it just to get along with my daughter day and night? Later, Wen Xue disliked him and refused to let Wen Ju'an see him. Even the gifts he bought for his daughter were thrown into the trash can, and he moved from Nanjing to Beijing as if to avoid the plague.
After 1991, he went to Shenzhen to sell electronic products to the Mainland, and then went north to Russia. Under Lin Yue's guidance and self-force, he became rich today. Why? If you can stand up straight in front of Wen Xue, can you see your daughter again?
Now that I finally got what I wanted, it would be strange not to be excited.
"He Jiangsheng, get out, get out! This is my home, I don't welcome you!"
After a brief daze, Wen Xue realized what she was doing and was about to pull the father and daughter apart when a palm shadow flashed from the side and slapped her hard on the face.
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