The organizers of this charity dinner have made a big deal out of it. East Chang'an Street is surrounded by a crowd of people, and the stars are shining brightly in front of the prestigious Grand Hyatt Oriental Hotel, which has been on the cover of the tabloids for a few issues now.
Leaving a sick child behind to participate in this magnificent feast can only be a sin. The heart is filled with anxiety about the child's condition and the urge to get it over and done with.
It is often the case that the more anxious you are, the more difficult it is for you to get what you want.
When I arrived at the door, I realized that I had forgotten my invitation in my haste, and had to be stopped by the staff, who thought I was dressed casually and thought I was a passerby trying to get in, so I didn't have much time to explain.
I had no choice but to call the inviting party and my contact's phone, but it was busy.
The first thing I did was to call the inviting party and my contact, but the line was busy. I stood in the doorway, anxious and anxious, wanting to go back and forth.
The idea of resisting is a natural way of letting go of the situation. I was standing in front of the door, with the staff to carry on the silent struggle. Just hear the magnesium light behind the popping, the whole hall shakes and shakes brightly blinding.
I thought it was a hallucination, because the annoying sound and countless bright light source seems to be closer and closer to me, opposite a few staff are dumbfounded to look behind me ...... followed by the waist was embraced by a person, intimate tone ringing in the ears: "Honey, you're here! I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Hearing her voice, I was relieved. Why did I not think of it earlier, there is a big star around to save the day?
Little K led me to step into the venue from the VIP channel and asked me to sit beside her. I shook my hand and whispered, "I'm going to do my speech in the small venue."
Little K said, "The small venue is full of entrepreneurial guests, which is not as interesting as here. Look at your left is XXX, right is XX hey!"
I don't care about stargazing, patted her hand and said, "Okay, you're having fun, I'm going over."
Little K reluctantly muttered, "Then break up the scene together."
"No, you have to take pictures after the show. I have something urgent to leave early. Be good, I'll see you later."
After saying goodbye to K, I came to the small venue, the same specification as the General Assembly Hall, the same noble and elegant. It's the same specification as the convention hall, the same elegant and noble, and it's already full of people. I'm sure it's a good time, but I'm going to be able to take my turn.
I'm very familiar with speaking. In the United States, I have always done large and small speeches, but the difference is that most of the speeches are in English. The general idea is already formed in my head, and then add some improvisation is it.
This time I thought it would be no exception, but after only a few minutes on stage, I realized something was wrong.
Did I speak too fast in my haste?
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of this kind of speech. The guests on the stage actually have to leave the table and go ......
Out of professional conduct, unless there is a riot on the stage, I should be adhering to the danger not to be chaotic, to put their own speeches to continue. But I can't avoid being distracted. Vocally and colorfully said, but also left the mind in the stage, want to know those people because of what to go? Was it my problem. This look, but saw the problem.
Only to see that they are row by row, one by one was invited to go. A few men in black suits with thin faces leaned over and whispered a few words in the audience's ear, and the man would stand up and go right out. After only a short while, there wasn't even half the people left in the venue.
Even though there were many doubts in my mind, I was thinking about Rob's illness, so I didn't move and continued.
The potential of people is infinite. If I were to face such a strange scene in normal times, it would have aroused my curiosity and sense of crisis, and would have affected the continuation of my speech. But with the thought of little Rob, I know that even if the sky falls, I will not be afraid.
With the last statement out of the way, I put away my handout and prepared to leave without looking back.
"Wait. Ms. Huang ......" someone called out to me.
I turned around and realized that there were only a few black-clad people sitting sporadically in the venue. It seems that there are two or three people in the back, their faces are not clear. And the one who called out to me was one of them.
The man was of medium build, an older man who looked quite familiar.
In such a situation, I believe the general public will have the same idea as me. That is, this place has been controlled by the black forces, and their target, is me.
I pretended to be calm, my eyes were open, and I said seriously, "Is there something wrong?"
The uncle quickly walked out of his seat, paced in front of me in three steps, and came up to shake my hands - "Ms. Huang Tong, we meet again!"
I was startled by his sudden enthusiasm, and when I looked closely, I actually looked more and more familiar -
"You are ...... Uncle Wang!"
This person is the one who had saved me from danger at the bottom of the South China Sea, my savior! This time it was me who shook his hand and said excitedly, "Uncle Wang, you've gotten a lot fatter than you were."
"Yes, yes. Over the years, we have all changed, no wonder you didn't recognize me just now." He said with a sigh.
Since the last goodbye, knowing that he went back to the South China Sea, he has been cut off since then, I did not expect to see each other here today, it is really unexpected and pleasantly surprised.
The two of us can be said to be *** over the life and death of the forgotten friends, a long time to meet again, naturally, is to have a good time to brag about the feelings.
The two of us have been so absent-minded.
I was in a hurry to go back, so I apologized to Mr. Wang and said that I have something to do today, and I will have a good chat with him.
Just as he said this, somehow my heart suddenly tightened and then beat wildly! Brushing away the joy of an unexpected reunion of acquaintances, what surfaced was a possibility that I didn't want to think about ......
Yes, in fact, I should have thought about it long ago, and it was I who forced myself not to think about it.
Now I have to face it, I can't help but feel the emotions surging in my heart, secretive and passionate, hazy and panicked.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my mind finally returned to peace, and smiled, "Next time."
"You think there's going to be a next time, for you to slip away from me?" A voice rang out, low but pleasant, with a cold meanness.
In this world, there is always a voice like a string crossing, haunting the heart, silently surging the heart.
The excitement and trembling can be gently caressed to serenity, but the bitter and long love, but can not not be lovingly, has long been entangled in the heart.
It turned out that I cultivated two years of heart, in front of her, finally routed.
Show a smile, turn your head. I want to say to her, Hi Dicky, don't come back. But the moment I saw her, I froze.
What I saw, was Dicky, and not all Dicky. At least, not the Dicky who was gentle with me two years ago.
The same beauty, not the same cold arrogance. The same beauty, but not the same cold arrogance. Duan Ning's cold line of sight met me, without a trace of temperature.
Even so, at first glance into the eyes of the face or let the recovery of the heart of the field of joy as such, followed by a violent heartbeat. The heart is beating so fast.
I tried in vain to stabilize my mind, but I did not know how to react.
At some point, Uncle Wang, and those in black suits all retreated, the door was fastened tightly, and only she and I were left in the large venue.
"Why, and Uncle Wang reunion is not very enthusiastic? How to see me but wooden face?" Thin lips shallowly hooked out a perfect arc, she spoke.
Seeing each other again, her detached and cold look pierced me. A former lover who no longer had love in her eyes. Sadly, my love for her is still deep in my bones.
At any stage of my life, childish or mature, she had the power to make me run away.
Picking up the handout again, he pulled a stiff smile, "Dicky, if there's nothing else, I'll go first."
Zidane's face was expressionless, his features seemed to have been smeared with a thin layer of ice, and every inch was permeated with a frosty aura. Eyes like sharp blades shot at me.
"So anxious to go back, the child is waiting for you to breastfeed?" The tone was incredibly soft.
I was surprised.
So this is what she cares about?
For a moment, I had the urge to stifle my laughter! It seemed that every nerve was trembling slightly, and even the blood was rushing happily to meet this joy!
No, not yet ......
Had to hold back, back to her in an icy tone, "The speech is over. What I go back to do doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." Raised eyebrows.
Dicky stopped talking and didn't even look at me. Instead, he casually picked up a pile of materials and gave them to me, "Look at this."
I took it, read the cover, flipped through the pages, and feigned surprise, "You're going to work with us?"
"Eligible to borrow a little of your valuable time now?" She laughed, and it messed up my heartbeat for a moment. There was no denying that she was more attractive than ever. How can I say, there is a kind of elegance of the whole scene, the palm of the world's mature demeanor.
In front of her, few people will not be ashamed of themselves.
But I still prefer the gentle and lovely dickey.
"Let's find another time to talk, I do have urgent business." Treat your collaborator with a different attitude, of course. Eyes fell between her contemplative brows as he waited for her reply.
"I'll drive you." She compromised.
Couldn't help but sneer in my heart, still, that thoughtful lover ah ......
The appearance of Dicky, seems to be the harmony of the wind blowing wrinkles a pool of turquoise water, gently swirling circles of ripples in the bottom of my heart. At this time, this thought, this heart, all captured, occupied by her.
Light, thick, pure, true, really, tangled, gentle love, hovering, filling in the heart. The soul of the withered, boundless loneliness, the past frost, are reorganized makeup, wipe away the dust. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
It was another winter night with a deep mist.
The world's neon rainbow drenched us both, along with the mind is also in the precipitation.
I also know the world, naturally know that she found me this time, must be free from the shackles and restraints. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole world had been in a state of flux, and I was able to see that the world was in a state of flux.
In fact, when I saw that newspaper, I already understood everything.
I'm just afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I know, as long as it is about her, the heart can not not be vulnerable. Once disillusioned, the blow suffered will be huge, and then the recast project is bound to be difficult and voluminous. If this is the case, it is better to simply use a lifetime of cultivation, in exchange for a forced themselves not to hope.
Everything is left to fate, and it's natural.
I thought about waiting for her for ten years, twenty years, even if * withered, the soul will continue to wait. But Dicky is Dicky, and she only kept me waiting for two years.
Two years ah ...... how dare I imagine such a god-awful situation, so biding the light and hidden plan ......
I think, if I did not want to be sure of one thing, one thing that is important to me, I really want to immediately hold her face and kiss her till death do us part!
"Where to?" She asked, turning her eyes to me. And I was gazing at her ......
The light flowed, the stars were brilliant, a hint of infatuation in the bottom of her eyes fleetingly, so fast that I almost missed it.
Retrieve the flustered gaze, heartbeat unusually violent, but shall not be forced to press, faintly opened: "Hospital."
She didn't press the issue.
My dickey seems to have changed back to the initial iceberg appearance, introverted deep, tightly closed heart door.
I don't know what she was thinking.
She thought I not only insisted on finishing the marriage, but even gave birth to a child despite the risk to my life, just like everyone else thought (I didn't explain about the child to anyone except my parents).
With her self-esteem, if she didn't love me to the bone, she would not have been able to accept the fact that she chose to never see me again, or humiliated me to a pulp, and then decided to leave.
She did not do that.
She did not do that. She still set up this meeting and gave each other hope.
When I thought of this, my heart was filled with crystals.
God ah, your test of us, has come to an end, right? The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie. I hope that in the future, we walk hand in hand in every twilight, drag out a long double shadow, dragged through the noise of the world, dragged through the marks of life, let me tenderly snuggle beside her, forever ......
Zidane, with me hand in hand twilight and dusk, **** the stormy life, right?
Are you willing?
When I got to the hospital, my heart immediately went back to Rob and I hurried to the emergency room. My mom was there with him getting a bottle.
When my mom saw that the person following in behind me was Dicky, she froze.
I picked Rob up and heartily pressed my face to his little face, "The fever seems to have gone down?" I asked my mom, but her mind was still on Dicky and she didn't care about me.
"Mom!" I sighed and shouted. As for acting so obvious? My Dicky is getting grossed out by your stare, I muttered inwardly.
She still ignored me and instead took Dicky's hand and said with particular affection, "How can you say that the promise you made to us in the first place doesn't count, huh?"
Remove a cold face, is my soft and beautiful to the extreme Zidane. She sincerely returned, "Auntie sorry, I failed your trust." I was the one who wanted to get married, so why are you taking the blame on yourself?
My mom shook her head and sighed as she listened to her, her regret overflowing.
"Then you are now ......" my mom pulled a long tone, a glimmer of hope rose in her eyes. It's not the right time to talk about this, so I hurriedly changed the subject, "Go and talk to the doctor in a while, Rob or don't have any fluids, it affects the immunity ......"
In the meantime, I had been observing Ziggy. To my dismay, she didn't seem to care about Rob.
Yes, that's what I call a very important thing. More specifically a concern that she needs to help me solve personally.
Rob, even though he is my adopted child, is as close as mother and son. Besides, he was born blind and needs more patience and care from others.
So I had to think about what if Dicky couldn't accept Rob.
When I first adopted Rob, I admit that I had a selfish thought in mind. That was so that he could be there for me all the time. That way, on every night when I miss Dicky, I won't be too lonely. After all, in this world, only true love can dispel the cold. And waiting, hopelessly waiting, is the coldest and loneliest torment in the world.
I didn't realize that the arrival of this little life not only gave me warmth, but also brought a full of fulfillment and hope.
When I was a mother, I realized that every day is different, and every little change makes me full of surprise and admiration for life. Growing up with him makes my time suddenly measurable in inches. It is a subtle feeling, as if the past 30 years of my life were just a moment in time, and the arrival of my little man has extended that moment, mirroring the new beginning of my life.
I think this is also the meaning of inheritance. I want Dicky and I to feel its magic together, to raise this child to adulthood together, to give life something to hold on to, and to perpetuate our love for each other ......
Of course, for the moment, this is just wishful thinking on my part. Getting my cool dickey to accept little Rob seems to be a long way off.
"What are you doing?" Dicky asked, frowning when he saw me sitting in the hospital bench in the aisle.
I looked up, only to realize that the charisma my dickey exudes is seriously out of sync with my surroundings. Bewildered, he said, "Staying the night." By this time, my mom had already gone back to the house, and before she left, she gave me a look that said, "I'll give you a chance," which was unbearable.
After she listened, her eyes again became deep and bottomless, as if intertwined with a variety of emotions that I can not distinguish. She took out her cell phone and made a call, and then ordered me to hold the child and go with her.
Outside the hospital, a car pulled up beside us and she pulled the door for me while sitting in the front herself. I sighed and had to sit in the back by myself holding Rob. This distance that she purposely pulled away from me seemed to hollow out a certain spot in my body as well.
You know what Ziggy? I wish I could be by your side all the time and cling to you for the rest of my life.
The scenery on the road looked so familiar, and it wasn't until the car came to a stop that it dawned on me - this was Dicky's grandfather's house!
...... I'm not dreaming, am I? What did she bring me here for?
"What are you waiting for? Get out of the car." Damn it, never looked good to me from the beginning to the end.
She led me through the gate and past the front yard, where we were saluted by military men and women standing guard and on duty, making me feel weird as a person with a baby in my hand. Then through the center hall and into the backyard, I realized that there were other things going on back there as well. Most notably there was a medical room. The size of the building is equivalent to a community hospital.
"Dean Zhao turned out to be the director of the Children's Hospital, I've called him over." Indifferent tone.
I said politely, almost gamely, "Thank you."
I know that pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth is something to be apprehensive about, but the fact that she suddenly stopped and didn't move still startled me.
Expression hidden in the darkness, she said, "Look at the gentle expression on his face."
This isn't jealousy, is it?
It should be a leap of faith, but there is a kind of unspeakable want to heartache and pampering emotions.
Well, I'm not determined enough. I don't want to torture her for anything anymore. I don't want to torture her, and by extension myself, for anything anymore. Not even Rob-
"Dicky, do you mind a lot?" I asked carefully.
"Do you want me to mean it?" Her tone finally softened.
I nodded.
She lowered her eyes, and when she spoke again, her voice was already slightly sandy: "What I mind is that you gave birth to him without regard for your own well-being. I am angry that you do not cherish your body." The moonlight appeared, fell on her face, so bleak and bitter.
This situation, this scene, like a soft thorn straight into my heart, making me almost suffocate in pain!
My throat was blocked by acidity, I just wanted to jump into her arms immediately! I just want to jump into her arms right now, to sink my body deep, deep into her body! To smell her scent, to feel her beating heart!
But I can't do anything but hold in my tears and look down at the sleeping Rob, and for the first time, I feel that it's too selfish to let her accept him.
President Zhao helped Rob do a checkup, prescribed some medicine, and left after a few words of advice. This was quite mind-boggling to me.
Looking at Rob's quiet, sleeping face, and then looking at Dicky's stunningly beautiful face, gave me a feeling of being in a dream world.
Unable to hide the restlessness in my heart, I whispered, "Dicky, why don't we go for a walk outside?" I think my face must have gotten red.
I walked in front, accompanied by anxious and flustered footsteps, this has been slightly unfamiliar sentiments, trance pulled my thoughts to a long, long time ago, the place where the dream began ......
A stumbling small staff, encountered her beautiful boss, the one who has the world's most beautiful face and the most intoxicating smile woman in the world. With the recklessness of a moth to a flame, she falls in love with the fear of falling in love. She thought it was the most romantic and beautiful journey. It is her joy, her life, the source of her sweet mood. Let her indomitable, know the truth of fate; let her go forward, the road under the feet from now on has a solid direction.
It was you, Dicky, who activated that love button, who brought me all this ......
Stopped and turned.
Greeted her gentle and warm gaze, focused and doting, the years have not lost a minute, the depth of love as always.
I know that the button called happiness, this opened ......
Postscript:
Down, written in the right bank of the sky, published date: 2007-11-17 15:20:00
Down 2, written in the right bank of the sky and jinjiang original network Publish time: 2010-05-01 08:37:06
Sealed, to remember.
The journey is so long, you start from the beginning, accompany me to reach the end.
What can I say?
Then--
I wish you all happiness ^^
Author's Note: For those who can't get enough of the ending, you can stay tuned for the fall (III) - Execution of the Heart (GL).
The link to the third part goes straight to:
Drop (III). Love Enemy Raising Program (GL)
Falling into the love trap of the beautiful boss 2 - Wish Me Happiness
Introduction: the extravagant and fickle fashion circle,
the three top royalty's clear fight,
the first love's belated entanglement, the rich girl's secret help, the real face of friendship ......
Accidentally, there is inevitably, in the dust of the dark tide ......
Constitutes the grassroots Tong Tong's "magnificent" love war map, also known as the female version of the female version of the "Struggle"!
Can the warmth of love outweigh money, class and affection?
Can Tong Tong and Dicky finally be together?
Join me as we wait and see!
This article is written in a light-hearted style, with lots of laughs and jokes, but also warmth and romance.