Misha

07

On the day of the annual meeting, Diao Chuanxia arrived at the meeting place ahead of schedule, which was proposed by himself.The two publishing houses of Hanlian and Jincheng jointly hold the annual meeting, and the top leaders will naturally also attend.

Diao Chuanxia suffered from insomnia for a whole week when he thought that his parents would have a completely different attitude from the last time they went to his home when they saw Qi Yu again.

His condition was not very good. On nights without Qi Yushi, his sensitivity and suspicion dragged him into the invisible abyss time and time again. Diao Chuanxia was terrified, precisely because their relationship over the past seven years had never experienced ups and downs. , will make the current predicament even more insurmountable.

The secretary of the president of Jincheng Publishing House also arrived at the venue ahead of time, and he was also a male secretary. Compared with Diao Chuanxia, ​​his demeanor, speech, and actions all showed super high quality and work efficiency.Diao Chuanxia stood beside him silently, unable to intervene or help, and then simply stood at the entrance of the venue, waiting dryly for his colleagues to arrive.

People entered the venue one after another, and there were countless figures attracting attention on the red carpet. The more Diao Chuanxia looked, the more he felt that the suit he was wearing was bleak and eclipsed. It was obviously carefully selected, but it did not make him confident at all.

If Qi Yushi invited him to dance again at this time, Diao Chuanxia would refuse whatever he said.

Is there any chance of rejection?Diao Chuanxia shook his head bitterly and sighed.He wanted to laugh at himself, but just as the corners of his mouth were raised, they stiffened into a straight line.

Amidst the shouts and applause of his colleagues, when he saw Qi Yu slowly walking into the venue, he and... Lin Wanhui.

They are accompanied by each other's parents.

Even Diao Chuanxia couldn't help but want to take a second look at the scene in front of him.They are so well-matched, so perfect, and against the background of the smiling parents of the two families and the noisy atmosphere of colleagues and reporters, they are more like a match made in heaven.

Diao Chuanxia was very sad, so sad that it seemed that two invisible hands were holding the two ends of his heart, tearing them hard, suffocating and painful.He took out his mobile phone and repeatedly read the text message Qi Yushi sent him before the annual meeting: no matter what you see, you must believe me, only by believing in me can you become strong.

So he cheered himself up, tried not to listen, not to see, not to think, just like in his junior year, looking for a corner where he could see the dynamics of the whole venue, holding a glass of drink, feeling boring taste.

There are waiters, staff, and at worst, the secretary of Jincheng Publishing House. There is no need for him, a clumsy little white, to waste any effort, and Diao Chuanxia really doesn't want to get too close to Qi Yushi. He has parents and a dance partner by his side. A foot in the past will only muddy the water, making it look stupid and superfluous.

So the only thing he can do is to adjust his emotions, show his trust in Qi Yushi, and wait for him to come back.

It's just that when Diao Chuanxia saw a couple dancing in the center of the venue surrounded by the crowd, the music was mixed with applause and blessings, his eyes were inevitably red.

I was in a trance while watching, when a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Why don't you go dancing?"

Diao Chuanxia nodded slightly sideways, stroked her eyes with her palms, and straightened out the expressions on her face as quickly as possible. She thought she was a familiar colleague, but when she looked over, she realized that it was a strange woman.

"You..." At a loss for words, Diao Chuanxia's eyes blurred, "You... know me?"

The woman smiled at the corner of her mouth, wrapped the brightly colored shawl around her shoulders, and shook the red wine glass in her hand: "I don't know, but seeing that you are here alone, most of the communication over the author group is flattering, I don't like to listen, so I hide Come here and be quiet."

Diao Chuanxia asked in surprise, "Are you the author?"

The woman nodded politely.

Thinking about it, it was very likely that it was an author who had cooperated with his own publishing house. Diao Chuanxia stretched out his hand respectfully: "Hello, I am the secretary of the president of Hanlian Publishing House, Diao Chuanxia."

"Xiao Qing." The woman replied.

Why is this name so familiar?Diao Chuanxia thought blankly, the other party had let go of his hand, and his own was still hanging in the air.After racking his brains for a while, he finally made an expression of enlightenment: "Are you the author of the poetry collection "Mi Xia?"

The woman let out a "hmm" and raised her eyebrows slightly. This action was not frivolous, but rather elegant.

They looked at the couples of men and women dancing on the red carpet together, and did not speak for a long time.Diao Chuanxia felt it was very strange that Xiao Qing's appearance obviously gave people a strong sense of distance, but when standing with her, he didn't feel any embarrassment, on the contrary, he was very relaxed and relieved.

Maybe it's because both he and Qi Yushi have read her works.

"Are you from Qingchuan?" Diao Chuanxia couldn't help asking.

Xiao Qing turned to look at him: "No."

Diao Chuanxia was surprised by this answer: "But the 'Qingshi Lane' and 'Red Plum River' in that collection of poems are places that non-Qingchuan people cannot find."

In fact, after saying this sentence, Diao Chuanxia had already guessed how Xiao Qing would reply him, and the answer was obvious: "The person I like lives in Qingchuan, I am from Haijin, and I went to study there that year."

When Diao Chuanxia couldn't help thinking of him and Qi Yu, his heart warmed up, and he couldn't help laughing: "Through your words, I can feel how you and your lover were together at that time. I must be very happy now."

Xiao Qing looked forward with a smile, did not look at Diao Chuanxia again, and did not give an affirmative answer to this sentence, until Diao Chuanxia thought that Xiao Qing would not talk to her again, but the woman turned her head back, with a look of embarrassment on her face. Diao Chuanxia will never forget the look of speaking, especially those red eyes.

There is deep love hidden in it, as well as desperate regret.

She said: "My love is in that poem, not in reality."

Xiao Qing raised her head, looked at the brilliant lights, and bent the corners of her eyes with crow's feet: "People say that sweetness begins in summer, dreams begin in summer, and love also begins in summer, so I tasted enough in my summer night. The things that are recollected in a lifetime will be remembered later, and there will be no regrets.”

Diao Chuanxia resisted his thoughts and didn't want to use the words he heard to explain his relationship with Qi Yushi, but the insignificant self-confidence in his heart, which was built up by relying on his belief in Qi Yushi, was quickly disintegrated.

The leaders of the two publishing houses accepted questions from the reporters. As expected, Diao Chuanxia heard one of the questions that was too harsh.

"Mr. Qi Yushi, is Ms. Lin Wanhui your fiancée?"

This voice reached Diao Chuanxia's ears and was infinitely amplified and diffused, leaving an echo in the end. He wanted to escape, he felt that this was his cage.

Qi Yushi looked far away, wandered around for a few times, and finally found Diao Chuanxia's figure. Seeing him standing alone in the corner with his head down, his heart felt uncontrollably tight and painful.

Opening his mouth, Yu Guangli saw the expectant eyes of the two parents, and Qi Yushi knew very well that his answer would affect the future relationship between the two publishing houses, as well as Lin Wanhui's reputation.

Qi Yushi didn't have any expression on his face, he just said lightly: "I'm very honored."

Diao Chuanxia held on to his reason and endured the pain in his heart, and hugged and said goodbye to Xiao Qing before fleeing in despair.

He stepped out of the gate in two or three steps, stood at the elevator entrance, suppressed his crying, discarded his reason and face, and let himself vent the grievance in his heart to the fullest.

He was lucky that he was the only one in the elevator, and he could cry uncontrollably for a short while.

Diao Chuanxia had to force herself to be cruel, had to force herself to make a decision.

He has been taken care of by Qi Yushi during the relationship of more than seven years. He has also thought about how to give everything for him, recklessly, but at this moment, he has never clearly realized that this kind of dedication can only be, It must also be the fulfillment of Qi Yushi's personal, family, reputation, and career.

Diao Chuanxia thought pessimistically that he was so important in his life, so important that one of his decisions would save Qi Yushi from facing any difficulties, difficulties, or pressures.

With tears on his face, he hurried out of the elevator and plunged into the cold autumn wind. Diao Chuanxia shuddered fiercely. Looking up at the bustling and splendid Haijin City, he found that it was so strange.

With the thought of leaving, the action must be fast.Diao Chuanxia didn't think about how Qi Yushi would react, he was only afraid that he would hesitate at the moment, and would have the extravagant hope that he would sleep soundly in a dream on the bed where the warmth of their bodies was still warm, and then be woken up by Qi Yushi's kiss, Enjoy the groundedness of being around him.

But this sense of solidity is too easy to break, Diao Chuanxia should have thought of it earlier, but he is still unwilling to face it.

When she packed her luggage sloppily and took out her mobile phone to book a train ticket, Diao Chuanxia saw Qi Yushi's missed calls and text messages, countless ones, and kept dialing and sending them, and the battery was getting hotter and hotter in her palm.

Diao Chuanxia's determination would instantly disintegrate with just a single tap of his fingertips. Every time he felt uneasy or suspicious in his mood for several days, Qi Yushi could always comfort him at the right time.

Now, he can no longer rely on him like a child, hiding under this layer of protection and fantasizing about fairy tales.

The only thing Diao Chuanxia can do for Qi Yushi is to make that happy and fulfilled family a reality.

It's time to wake up from the dream.

The train station in Haijin City was not too close to where Diao Chuanxia lived, so he took a taxi downstairs.Looking out of the car window all the way, at the firefly lights on both sides of the road and the towering high-rise buildings, I let myself tear up the memories of the past four years and rub them into my heart, frantically squeezing the last bit of aftertaste .

When the taxi arrived at the train station, Diao Chuanxia took out the luggage from the trunk and watched the driver drive the car away, so this memory gradually drifted away with the car that kept moving forward in the dark night, and finally disappear.

He pulled the suitcase to the ticket gate to check the ticket, sat in the waiting room and stared at the ground calmly, until the loudspeaker in the lobby announced the number of the train to Qingchuan City, Diao Chuanxia came back to his senses, watching him getting closer and closer, away from him Qi Yu looked up at the sky as the train got farther and farther away, crying loudly.

It is also this station, this train, and the seats in a row for two people. Diao Chuanxia seems to be able to see himself who just arrived in Haijin City with Qi Yushi four years ago, desperately following in the footsteps of his lover, going to the city where he lives, and welcoming this A love that is doomed to fruitlessness.

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