Chapter 141:

"He dropped most of his work, left me all the time, spoke with me, wrote poems for me, drove me to work, read every book I published over the years, and asked people to record me for my children. Listen to the class one by one at home. I like Youmai vegetable, he set up a small vegetable garden, I like fish, he went fishing by the lake every day, and came back to cook soup ... He did the same for me, but he forgot a little-- "
Yan Ning sighed, "He is no longer Hongming twenty years ago."
Time will cultivate people's appearance day by day, as well as people's ideas and character. Twenty years is enough to repaint an unfamiliar face.
If two people are walking along the way, always holding hands and looking at each other from time to time, time will not dare to make a big deal. On the contrary, if you run counter to one another and leave it alone, you won't recognize anyone until the day when you look back and reunite.
Yan Ning lived in the ivory tower for a long time. At the age of forty or fifteen, she still cherished a red heart, which was almost the same as when she was young, but Zheng Hongming had gone too far.
He climbed all the way to the top in a circle full of calculations and murders. He had used many dirty methods, even disdain, and put it on the bright side. What he wanted was a frightening reputation for decisiveness. The corpses at the feet were piled up like mountains, and each one was a once-beautiful enterprise. Some of them were strangled to death when they first appeared, or they fell apart in the blood and rain.
Fierce, snobbish, and old-fashioned ...
These unacceptable characteristics of Yanning are inevitably integrated into Zheng Hongming's character. He wouldn't have to be such a person. If every evil thought came up, Yan Ning would pull him around.
But nothing if.
"Twenty years ago, Hongming wrote poems to me, and I was still awkward. I like them. But now, even if he looks at me with earnest eyes, I know in my heart that there is no soul between him Resonate. "
The stars are far-reaching, and they are as bright as lights.
Yan Ning looked at the night sky and said suddenly: "I remember the first time we met, I copied the poem on the blackboard, and he erased it again. The last sentence was written as follows: Make mistakes in youth.
"If he can wake up earlier, the first year, the second year, the third year ... I think I will forgive him. Unfortunately, twenty years is too long, what is the mood waiting on the sofa every night, I I don't remember it. Don't hate it, don't love it, forget it, just let it be. "
The old black-and-white photo was still lying on the coffee table, the moon was shining, the surface was bright, and the faces of the two young men were erased. Yan Ning looked at it too many times, even if she closed her eyes, she still remembered it.
What about a beautiful moment that has become eternal?
Reality still flows to the darkest empty valley, falling down, and then falling down, until it is drowned in thousands of similar sighs.
He An's eyes flushed, and he tried to tighten his lips tightly, but still "dropped" a tear.
He quickly lowered his head and wiped it with his back, pretending that he didn't cry.
Yan Ning laughed: "Good boy, don't be sad for me. Love is only a part of life. If you fail, you will fail. In my whole life, seriously, I am more successful.
"I am fortunate to have nothing to worry about, live a stable life, and have been doing the work I love. I also met a lot of talented children in school, and taught me my little insights. I have remembered me for more than ten years since graduation, and sent me letters and gifts from all over the world. I consider myself an interesting person, more than fifty, I like young people too. Old antiques have a bad reputation. They sleep soundly, have a calm mind, and are healthy.
"The most incredible thing is that in the old age, I still ..."
Also got a lovely little granddaughter.
Yan Ning grabbed her finger and gently shaved Lily's face, her eyes full of love.
Like He An, unlike the boy at home.
Good thing.
"Also ... what else?" He An couldn't help wondering when he didn't go on.
Yan Ning thought for a while, looked up at him, and said warmly, "There is still a chance to speak out calmly what would have been rotten in the stomach. He An, thank you for not being annoying, listen to me so much. "
"No, thank you ..." He An was a little shy. "It's not bad for you."
"Of course, a perfect return is perfect, and there are some regrets after all." Yan Ning drank the tea and talked a few more words, "My biggest regret so far is my two children."
"The eldest son is a little better. He was not chosen by Hongming as his heir. He stayed with me most of the time and was raised by me. He was considered to be modest and empathetic. The younger son ... his pheromone level is very high, I don't know if it is lucky or unfortunate. Hongming regarded him as the sole heir, and taught him too many cold rules when he was still a blank piece of paper.
"He didn't have a real childhood. He only had endless spurs and competition. He won without rewards, but he was punished when he lost. He was punished when he was not beautiful. These disciplines gave him an extremely distorted mentality. Competitors are stepping on their feet, making it difficult to stand on their feet to maintain their sense of security. He has become vigilant, suspicious, and arbitrary, and any potential threat must be strangled at the beginning, because his self-esteem is as vulnerable as Hongming's Not a little hit.
"I couldn't protect him, I couldn't teach him what tolerance is, what empathy is, and what compares the heart. These things everyone knows, he doesn't, so he often makes mistakes and doesn't know where they are wrong. The concept of love is also It was a mess, and I met the right person, but made the same mistake as Hongming, and I set a dead end for myself.
He An heard that his tail finger trembled slightly.
Yan Ning didn't say the details, but every sentence reminded him of Zheng Feiyan involuntarily. So, with similar mentality, experience and personality defects, did Fei Zheng encounter the same experiences as a child?
No, don't do this.
Don't always think of him on unrelated occasions.
He An lowered his head, digging his nails deeply into his palm, and repeatedly told himself not to think too much. But when he looked down, his eyes fell on the black and white photo again.
Then he froze--