Beauty across the cloud

[7 He was less than 25 years old when he died]

Before seeing Shen Zengli, Ms. Luo answered a phone call. The assistant called her and said that after verification, the "dying recording" was forged.

"Mr. Luo, I contacted other people who participated in the desert expedition with Mr. Xiang in the United States, as well as the medical staff who were in charge of rescuing him at the time, and said it was..."

"What are you talking about?" Miss Luo's voice was not loud, but it was especially clear in the silent room.The coffee shop that Shen Zengli chose was very quiet and stylish, not quite her style.

"...Yes, Mr. Xiang died on the spot. It was too fast, and there was no way to save him..."

Not to mention what recordings are left behind.

"So that's it." Miss Luo's tone was still not salty, just like every time Assistant Han asked her to sign a resolution of the board of directors, she always didn't raise her face, or just glanced slightly, and said: put it there first. .

No one spoke anymore, but Miss Luo didn't hang up, Assistant Han naturally didn't dare, and the two of them just kept silent thousands of miles apart.

"Actually, he has nothing to say to me." In a very light tone, Miss Luo seemed to be speaking to herself.Assistant Han didn't know how to answer these words for a while, and regretted not writing a report on the matter back to China, but chose to report by phone.She considered it for a few seconds, and said cautiously: "Mr. Luo, that's it. I told Mr. Xiang's friend about the fake recording. Some people said that it might not be completely fake. It seems that their convoy drove before entering the desert. At a party, everyone drank a lot of alcohol, and someone heard Mr. Xiang talking alone after he was drunk. So I guess those words may have been recorded and edited at that time...just my personal guess. "

At this time, Shen Zengli opened the door and came in. Luo Miao simply said "Got it" and hung up the phone.

"Hey, our little beauty has become a big beauty now." Shen Zengli narrowed her eyes and smiled wildly, sitting opposite Miss Luo. Shen Zengli learned the name "Little Beauty" from Xiang Mengzhou. Miss Luo's old friends died one after another, and now I can only hear these three words from her mouth.

"I thought you would choose a more lively place." Miss Luo picked up the glass of ice water in front of her and took a sip.

"Oh, I really want to eat hot pot or food stalls. I haven't been back to China for a long time, so it's strange." Shen Zengli still narrowed her eyes into crescent moons, "I'm thinking about you, your current status , how can you go in and out of a place that is too casual - of course, I can't afford to hire any expensive ones, so even if you don't like this place, please bear with me, President Luo!"

In front of the old man, Miss Luo seemed not so cold anymore.The sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, floating gently around her.If an employee of the company sees her at this moment, she will be surprised if she is not surprised: Miss Luo's hair is not even coiled up today, it is only draped over her shoulders freely, and the only thing that remains the same as before is the simple pair of glasses.The long hair in the sun is warm brown-gold, which may be caused by the foreign blood in her body, or it may simply be caused by malnutrition in her youth.This is just like that recording—it’s already dead, and it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not.

"How are you doing now?" Miss Luo asked.

When Shen Zengli was young, she was constantly in love. She got married a few years ago, but the man cheated on her during her pregnancy. Shen Zengli went to get a divorce with a big belly. She went straight to the hospital to induce labor just after she came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. .This operation almost cost her half her life, and it took her a long time to recuperate before she recovered.

In the end, it was not even a year, and I met a foreigner who traveled here again, so I left my family and business and traveled all over the world with that man.

She interrupted her journey and hurried back home because she heard about Luo Yiyun's death.

"It's okay, are you in love, are you married, that's what it is." Shen Zengli shrugged, and the coffee in her cup rolled into a whirl under her constant stirring.Twisting, sinking, and then floating into a thin layer of foam, "Yiyun cremated so fast, I didn't see the last time in such a hurry, you are really..." When she mentioned this, she Still a little dissatisfied.

"Is it that important? He has lost a lot of weight in the late stage of his illness, and his complexion is so bad that you can't recognize it even if you look at it."

Shen Zengli thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, "That's true."

She said: "I came back this time to see you. The store has been sold out, and there are not many old friends left. There is no need to come back."

Miss Luo nodded, she still looked calm, neither surprised nor sad, "You just have to be happy."

Shen Zengli laughed: "You know, John and I are openmarriage."

The current Ms. Luo doesn't care about whether she can understand English. If she doesn't understand, she just asks directly. No one will look down on her: "What is it?"

"In an open marriage, we don't limit anyone. Both of us get what we need. It's good not to bring back illness." Shen Zengli drank the coffee in one gulp, still as chic as she was when she drank, "I said Luo Miao, you Why did you marry Mengzhou? I have been curious for many years. Have you ever loved him? You don’t think so, are you trying to get his money?” Shen Zengli blinked her eyes and stared at Miss Luo seriously, waiting for an imminent Answer.

Shen Zengli actually raised a difficult question, which made Miss Luo feel embarrassed from the bottom of her heart.It's not that it's hard not to want to answer.

Miss Luo thought for a while before answering the question: "He was less than 25 years old when he died."

Shen Zengli didn't understand why, but she also nodded: "Yes, it's a pity, really young."

In fact, after Xiang Mengzhou's death, Miss Luo often had endless dreams.Most of these dreams have nothing to do with Xiang Mengzhou, they just keep replaying a final exam in her junior high school.

When she was in school, although Miss Luo's overall grades were not good, her math grades were quite good.I still remember that before the final exam, she couldn't sleep all night because of her father's beating and scolding. When she took the math test the next day, she was really sleepy, and felt that the questions this time were really easy, so she confidently planned to sleep for an hour first. It's too late to do the question again.But she didn't expect that when she opened her eyes again, there were less than four or ten minutes left. No matter how good she was at this subject, no matter how fast she was, she still had the last problem left.

In the dream, she repeatedly saw the question that she would never have time to do.

"Well, so young." Miss Luo murmured, repeating Shen Zengli's words.

I was so young that I thought I could write down every step and write down every stroke.

I thought, I still have a long time to do this question.

【8Goaway】

Zeng Li opened a clothing store on a street in the south of the city. She said that Luo Miao was good-looking, and wearing glasses made her even more attractive, and her arms and legs were well-proportioned and slender, so she forced her to be her model.Since Zeng Li promised to pay by the hour, Luo Miao was naturally obliged and often skipped classes to come here.At that time in this city, it was not uncommon for foreigners to travel around alleys with big bags on their backs.There are also some schools nearby, vocational schools with undergraduate courses, some of which offer business English and other courses, and have recruited some foreigners as foreign teachers, so foreigners with blue eyes and high nose bridge are more common in this area.

"Oh, be more vivid." This is what Zeng Li said the most to Luo Miao, who can only stand still. Not afraid to show off on the spot.She was full of confidence when pointing to Luo Miao, and poked there like a doctor.

Of course Luo Miao doesn't understand vividness, let alone what life is like.But she could vaguely feel that Zeng Li was the lively and fragrant woman in her mouth.Her palms are warm, her laughter is loud, and she wears colorful clothes all day long, but not gaudy.Even if she opened a dyeing workshop on her body, it could become a colorful garden by itself.

Occasionally, a few foreigners with blue eyes and high noses passed by here, saw Luo Miao who was motionless at the door, and praised her as "pretty".Xiang Mengzhou, who was squatting on a chair and eating a boxed lunch, listened, and said at the right time: "You said goaway."

"...What do you mean?" Luo Miao asked reluctantly.

"It means 'please come in'." Xiang Mengzhou raised his eyebrows, and then buried himself in the rice to hide his smirk.

After two or three times, Luo Miao understood. She wanted to ask why Xiang Mengzhou was making fun of herself, whether she was laughing at her for not knowing English or being illiterate.But she couldn't ask.For sensitive people, questioning others is also confiding in others, which is an act of dampening self-esteem, which is no different from actively exposing weaknesses.

At that time, Luo Miao didn't have much courage and strength, so she just silently ignored him.Silence has the lowest cost.He didn't even look for Zeng Li with her.

In fact, she also wanted to ask him why he followed her everywhere, even though she always responded with silence and cold eyes.

When people describe young girls, they always use words related to spring, like a dream, like a newly blooming flower.But at least the girl's mind is definitely not the spring scene, but the autumn rain, which is endless and gray.

However, Xiang Mengzhou had the spirit of "if the mountain doesn't come, I will go to the mountain", and after waiting for Luo Miao a few times, he couldn't wait for her, so he ran to her house.He was measured and very careful, he didn't take the initiative to knock on the door, he just stood in the alley at an intersection far away, smoking one cigarette after another.

This time, he "squatted" for two days before waiting for Luo Miao.That day, Luo Miao actually saw him from a long distance, her eyesight was obviously very good.It was late autumn at that time, and it was raining unhurriedly. Xiang Mengzhou neither opened an umbrella nor added clothes, and just leaned against the wall by himself, his arms stretched out from the wide sleeves, empty, and his hands sank into his trouser pockets. , The raindrops hang on him and weave into a shining net.

Luo Miao stopped a few steps away from him and watched him bow his head and light his cigarette. The more he looked at him, the more weird he felt.Why don't you take an umbrella when it rains?Why does smoking not block the wind?Holding a lighter in his hand, he lit cigarettes again and again, raining and windy, always failing.After a few times, he also gave up, and simply looked up at the sky with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.The sky is just a piece of cloth dyed in different shades, that's all, it can't provide any answers, but there are always people who want to ask it for answers.

You go to hide from the rain.Luo Miao looked at it, and this sentence suddenly jumped out.

This startled her.Raindrops fell on her glasses, blurring her vision for a moment.She quickly took it off, and wiped it with the corner of her clothes carelessly.

Xiang Mengzhou looked up, and when he saw her, he immediately walked over with a smile, pulled her into the eaves by the roadside to hide from the rain, and asked cheerfully, what a coincidence.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Xiang Mengzhou's hand just touched the bruise on her arm, she frowned in pain for a while, but she didn't want to talk to him, so she just walked away.

"where are you going?"

How should I say it?I don't have any money to eat anymore, please let me go to work soon?

The nails pinched and pinched in the heart of the fist, "I have a job, and I'm going to work."

"Zeng Li said that you haven't looked for her recently." Xiang Mengzhou's palm was pressed against Luo Miao's bruise, and the more he tried, the more painful it became. "Aren't you going to school?"

Luo Miao raised her head and glared at him, "I said I'm going to work."

Xiang Mengzhou let her go, and the hair that Luo Miao disliked for being too long before was sticking to her forehead in wet strands, "Are you short of money?"

Luo Miao stiffened her neck and said, "There is no shortage of money, Brother Yun will lend me."

Xiang Mengzhou finally frowned, "He lent you money, so why don't you go to study?"

"He lent me money and taught me to do some business to make money on my own." Luo Miao was a little proud to mention this. In her opinion, Xiang Mengzhou is definitely the kind of person who can't support himself and relies on his family background to do whatever he wants. Rich playboy.

"He should teach you to study hard!" Xiang Mengzhou put away that frivolous gesture, and his tone suddenly became heavy. Luo Miao was slightly taken aback by his serious look.

"Why do you speak ill of Brother Yun?" Luo Miao was angry while being afraid, "Why do you look down on me for not studying?" She had to put on a tough and fierce mask to cover up her inner weakness.She always said little, and seldom yelled once. Her usually thin and pale face was completely red, her eyes were covered with a layer of crystal, and she almost shed tears.

Xiang Mengzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where did I say anything bad about him? Studying...studying is an important thing, and I didn't look down on you." Facing the anger of a young girl who is strong but incompetent, he was at a loss for a moment.

"...Otherwise, you really need money, come to me." He said.

"Get out! Who wants your money!" Under the rage, she suddenly thought of teasing Mengzhou to her, and couldn't help blurting out: "Goaway!"