Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Chapter 7

The story of Lin Miaolan and Song Yu, Zhen Qi always thought it was a well-matched story, but he was wrong, Lin Miaolan and Song Yu can only be regarded as destined, it can only be regarded as a trick of God.

Song Yu was studying in France enough to meet Lin Miaolan. At that time, Lin Miaolan opened a small bar in a square in Paris.

Song Yu liked this elegant and quiet girl very much, so he often drank at Lin Miaolan's bar. When he ordered a glass of wine, Song Yu calmly cared about Lin Miaolan who was wiping the wine glass on the counter by the window. long time.

The regular customers in the bar can tell that Song Yu likes this girl, and Song Yu also knows that he likes Lin Miaolan, but every time he wants to confess his love, Lin Miaolan will take the opportunity to distract him, so that feeling is buried in his heart Never said it out.

This hazy feeling lasted until the next Christmas, when Lin Miaolan's bar closed early that day, and Song Yu just saw Lin Miaolan preparing to go home when he got it.

"Shall we go for a walk together?" Song Yu asked.

"Okay." I thought Lin Miaolan would refuse, but the girl agreed, so that it took Song Yu a long time to recover.

Flower girls and couples cuddling together can be seen everywhere in the streets of Paris at Christmas. Song Yu and Lin Miaolan walked side by side on the street, and the beautiful Lin Miaolan soon became the woman with the highest rate of turning heads.

"Sir, can you buy a bouquet of flowers for your beautiful girlfriend?" The little flower seller looked at Song Yu and said.

Song Yu looked at Lin Miaolan's watch. The other party just touched the girl's hair lightly, and did not refuse. Song Yu was very happy, and bought all the flowers in the basket.

Seeing the back of the little girl bouncing away, and looking at the smiling Lin Miaolan, Song Yu smiled softly: "Since I bought all of them, it's not easy for me, a big man, to take so many flowers, or you can just accept them." Get off now."

"Are you confessing your love in disguise?" Lin Miaolan sniffed Song Yu's flower basket lightly; "It's really fragrant. This is the first time I have received roses."

It was the first time for such a beautiful girl to receive flowers. Song Yu didn't believe it, but he didn't want to get tangled up in these things, so he gently brushed Lin Miaolan's long hair; "Do you like it? If you like it, I will send it to you every day."

Lin Miaolan didn't answer, but pointed to the steps on the fountain square in the distance; "Let's go there and sit down."

The sky started to snow, and the couples on the street went to the nearby shop. Erlin Miaolan just sat quietly on the steps, watching the snow in the sky quietly.Finally, Song Yu put his coat on her body, and then she set her eyes on Song Yu.

"It's a very bad ending to have many people as friends at this time, but you can't control your feelings. Even if it's all over, even if you're wounded, you still have to hold each other tightly and think about love, right?"

At that time, Song Yu thought that Lin Miaolan was talking about himself and him, so he nodded firmly: "As long as you are with the person you like, no matter how painful it is, it is nice to be happy for a second." "

It's wonderful to be with someone you like for a second, but Song Yu at that time didn't know that what Lin Miaolan was talking about was not her, and she never was.

After that night, Lin Miaolan disappeared, and not long after, the small bar was transferred to a Frenchman. Although he knew that Lin Miaolan would not appear again, Song Yu was still used to going there. Go around and have a look. , not for others but just miss and wait.

After a long time, the shopkeeper and him got to know each other naturally, until one day the old man who was over [-] years old handed him a glass of his own brewed wine and said slowly: "Young man, are you waiting for someone?" z

Song Yu took a sip of the pure wine, with a bitter smile on his lips. , the whole world knew that she was waiting for him, but only she didn't know, and even disappeared as cleanly as if she had never appeared.

"Some people wait and wait, and they will appear, but some people can't wait all their lives." The old man lying on the wicker chair said in a not-so-native French. On the bookshelf, with half-closed eyes, he looks like a wise man who has insight into everything in the world.

"But you don't know what to do before I wait?" Song Yu gently shook the wine in the glass, it was transparent red, clean and beautiful just like that person.

The old man Wei Wei's eyes slowly opened a little, watching Song Yu's eyes fluttering before slowly opening his mouth: "The reason why people leave is because there is no reason for her to stay, so don't care about who you have lost. Think about what you've got?"

Don't care about what you have lost, Song Yu's heart trembled slightly, but he never had anything to talk about losing, even the memories of the two of them walking side by side on the streets of Paris are so faint, Lin Miao For him, Lan was just an unrequited love that he couldn't express, and maybe her departure was the beginning of their next encounter.

Since then, Song Yu still likes to go to the old man's shop, pick a book on the shelf, taste the wine brewed by the old man, and watch the pigeons on the Paris square under the gothic eaves in the sunny afternoon Flying, and then my heart is inexplicably quiet and satisfied.

Later, Song Yu finished his studies in Paris. Before returning to China, Song Yu went to the old man's shop to buy books and drinks as usual. The old man still greeted him in unfamiliar French, and then lay quietly on the wicker chair. rest.

Looking at the old man who is so casual and natural, Song Yu is very envious. I am afraid that I will never have such a peaceful life in my life.

When the bell on the square rang, the last rays of the setting sun faded away, the sky was full of red clouds, pigeons began to fly, and many young couples began to appear in the square, Song Yu got up and came to the old man.

The old man seemed to be asleep, but the tape recorder beside him was still playing English songs.

"I'm leaving." Song Yu said.

"See you tomorrow." The old man replied without even opening his eyes.

"I won't come again tomorrow." Song Yu smiled softly. At first, he was waiting for Lin Miaolan, but now he was a little bit reluctant to part with the old man.Things are really impermanent.

"Bon voyage." The old man's eyes opened slightly, and the gleam in the blue eyes was instantly extinguished. It took a long time for the old man to get up slowly and walk towards the back room. When he came back, the old man had a box in his hand.

"I have been preparing for a long time, and I know that one day I will use it, for you."

Song Yu received a gift from the old man, and he lay quietly inside with a bottle of wine.

"How to get on the plane is your business. If you can't transport it home, it's okay to drink here, just don't drink it in front of me." After finishing speaking, the old man lay on the wicker chair and narrowed his eyes: "Go back ,I'm going to rest."