Have you ever thought about where your old friend who has been separated from you for thirty years will be when you meet him again in the future What is the reason?
Is it a cold drink shop on a hot summer afternoon, or a roadside with flowers blooming in spring?
Or is it the bridge where the first snow falls in winter, or the Ginkgo tree where the withered leaves in autumn scatter?
There are many reasons. It could be a chance encounter, or it could be a dinner party for family and friends... ...
Long Qingxin had never thought that the reason why Yan Youcheng came to see her thirty years later was actually because of the third party who had interfered in their family!
She was angry, she was angry, so when she saw him again, she was rude and ridiculed him. She said everything that was unpleasant to hear.
But what about him Not only did he accept all of them, he even... ... Knelt down in front of her for that woman ! ! !
Ha... ... She actually did not know that he had such deep feelings for that woman ? ?
The hatred that he had not let go of for thirty years was like a fire burning in his heart.
Later, that woman died, and Yan Youcheng was almost blown to death by his illegitimate son. He lay in the ICU with his last breath.
At that time, Long Qingxin went to see him once.
His white hair and wrinkled old face had long lost the high spirits of his youth, and he was no longer as charming and elegant as before. He was lying alone on the hospital bed, leaving only a desolate loneliness.
At that time, she actually felt a little pity for him.
Slowly, she also spoke a few words to him, and her heart was not entirely filled with hatred anymore.
Later on, every once in a while, he would send her precious and unexpected things that were found all over the world, and would often send her a few greetings.
But... ...
So what?
Instead, she became more and more unwilling to see him.
How could the love and hatred of more than fifty years be resolved so easily?
Long Qingxin had once thought that she would hate him for the rest of her life and would never forgive him even if she died!
But he died first... ...
That old fellow used death as an extreme method to dispel the last trace of obsession in her heart.
Recalling the long and short fifty years, Long Qingxin could only leave a lonely sigh in the end.
It was all... ... In the past ...
What she loved, what she hated, it was all in the past... ...
When she came back to her senses from that long memory, Long Qingxin was shocked to realize that she had unknowingly shed tears.
She wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief, took a deep breath, and calmed her panicked heart. Only then did long Qingxin look around the entire study room again.
In this room, she found at least ten photos of herself in a conspicuous place, but she didn't see any of Zhou Lingfang's photos.
Realizing this, Long Qingxin was slightly absent-minded again.
Until a soft call came from the door, "is it grandma? "
Long Qingxin subconsciously looked up and happened to see Xia Jinqi, who was also dressed in mourning clothes, walking in.
"I saw the light in the study was on, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect you to be here, grandma, " Xia Jinqi said as she slowly walked to Long Qingxin.
At that time, Long Qingxin was leaning against a row of bookshelves, holding a photo of her when she was young.
Her eyes were still red, and her eyelashes were wet. There were faint traces of tears on her cheeks.
Xia Jinqi could roughly guess what Long Qingxin was doing here.
"It's Jinqi. Why aren't you asleep yet? " Long Qingxin put down the photo frame and asked.
"Yan Jun was drunk and just sent him upstairs to rest. WHERE'S GRANDMA? CAN'T SLEEP? " Xia Jinqi's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were as red as rabbits.