Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang quickly withdrew her hand as if it were burned to the ground. The expression on her face seemed to freeze, shocked by her delicate face.

"You... what are you talking about?"

He Songbai repeated calmly and calmly: "I want to pursue you."

This time it is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

This sentence seemed to blow to Zhao Lanxiang's ear thunderously. At this moment, she felt ridiculous.

In the past two years, she has been hovering in a fragmented marriage, and her dull and failure filled her first half of her life. She never thought that there would be a suitor in such a dismal situation.

At this ridiculous time, such a ridiculous person appeared, and he made a ridiculous remark. Zhao Lanxiang did not know the background of the man in front of her, but she knew that he was very rich, and his wealth was enough for him to choose young and beautiful girls.

At this moment, he was in front of her and said he wanted to pursue her.

If it weren't for the serious expression on his face, Zhao Lanxiang almost thought he was teasing and making people happy.

He Songbai captured all the complex emotions on her face.

He said seriously, word by word: "I'm no longer young, and I don't have the passion and confidence of young people. I can regain your love. There are not so many sweet words that can coax you happy, maybe even not so much time. Accompanying you and pursuing you, but I use my personal guarantee—"

"I will do my best to make you worry-free for the rest of your life."

Halfway through He Songbai, the subject pushed away angrily and turned away.

He was so helpless that he put a handkerchief covered with blood in his hand and wiped the blood leaching from his forehead again. He confessed to her with this respect, the location was so casual, and the atmosphere was so bad, but it was just stimulated by Jiang Jianjun, and he hurriedly revealed to her like a stunned head.

Really naive, he couldn't help but laugh.

He Songbai walked long legs, followed her in two or two steps, followed her on the bus, and walked to the door of the ready-made shop, he silently said, "Can I go in and treat the wound?"

"I shed a lot of blood."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't agree, but when he looked at his forehead, he wasn't good to explain to Sister He.

She said: "You go to the hospital when you are injured. What's the use of coming to my shop?"

He Songbai's assistant silently entered the ready-to-wear store and handed the medicine cabinet respectfully.

Zhao Lanxiang sat down at his work table without a word, and sorted out the half-cut fabric.

He Songbai slowly washed his forehead, wounds on his face and hands, and the deep contours had the charm of a middle-aged man. Although he was embarrassed, he could not damage his temperament. Still handsome and compelling.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons slightly. The luxury watch was left idle at random. His cufflinks and broken glasses were placed where Zhao Lanxiang often sat.

After the man took off his glasses, the pair of deep lacquered eyes seemed to be a dark vortex, gentle and dangerous, capable of attracting people's eyes firmly, immersed in them but unknown.

He has forgotten that this is someone else's territory, as comfortable as in his own home.

After watching Lan Lanxiang for a few seconds, he calmly cut the cloth. She lowered her head and stepped on the treadle of the sewing machine. Yu Guang met his hot eyes and suddenly lowered her head, her thumb slightly off.

The streamer of the needle "boom" flashes generally, and the tip of the fine straight line is suddenly crooked.

Zhao Lanxiang frowned slightly and bowed her head back to rework.

...

He Songbai resigned with a smile after dressing the wound, advancing and retreating, without any war, as if the impulsive words in the simple deep alley seemed like an illusion.

However, He Songbai’s heart was not as calm as he showed it, because the person he faced was her, He Songbai could not help but imagine for her that her divorced woman’s life was not easy, and whether she behaved inappropriately, provoke her Not happy, but in the end it is difficult.

But He Songbai thought about it, remembering that she was pressing him step by step in the country, so lively and cute, he had to succumb, and He Songbai laughed again.

Love is wanton, and love is restraint.

He started to prepare her flowers, sent camellia on Monday, gardenia on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday... every day he could take her the freshest bouquet to take her off work. Worried about her troubles, He Songbai stood consciously on the corner of the street, silently and willingly waiting for someone.

Because of this, Zhao Lanxiang changed the route to go home, or delayed to get off work late, in order to stagger with him, but He Songbai blocked her again after several times.

He naturally handed the white and petite gardenia in her hand and smiled slightly: "Don't go home so late in the future, you are not safe after get off work late."

"I'll give you a ride. Someone will feel more at ease."

The spring is cold, and there is such a gentle and steady words of care in the middle of the night, which makes people feel warm.

But it is even more insecure to let a man with a certain attempt to follow in the middle of the night. However, a person like He Songbai has a warm temperament and gentle eyes, and Zhao Lanxiang cannot connect him to danger.

When she saw him, she would think of the poem he chanted to comfort her in the afternoon. He is humble and tolerant, more like an older man, pursuing her with endless patience and tenderness.

Unhurried, patient, and warm like a drizzle in March, wetting the atrium.

Zhao Lanxiang's indifferent look lightened slightly, and her voice became calm for a long time. She said, "I'm sorry."

He Songbai watched her face with a slight smile.

"I just want to be nice to you, not to ask for anything from you. If you think I am good, then stay with me. Feel bad, although you ignore me or even get angry with me, just... I hope you Can consider me."

All the good talk and bad talk left him alone, and Zhao Lanxiang felt confused and confused.

She returned the flowers to his hands in full and shook her head.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "You are a good person, but I am not going to get married again, you can find a better person."

Unexpectedly, He Songbai, who was issued a "Good Man Card", smiled dumbly. He walked forward with long legs, followed her, and said firmly and confidently: "What's the use, but the person I like is you."

He Songbai sent her downstairs, he spoke, his voice was a little low by the cold wind at night, like the gurgling water after the spring and ice melted unexpectedly warm.

"If I can meet you earlier in this life, I will definitely cherish you and be a hundred times stronger than Jiang Jianjun. I will not let you suffer and suffer. Whatever you like to do, I will make money to support the family. I will do all the housework and never Just worry about it, you just look at me and talk with me. I will respect your choice, you like flower arrangement more than design, like cooking and eating, I will try my best to support your interest. I will listen to you at home We are discussing together outside. Now I am still in my prime and still have some strength. After a few years of company management, we can go on a tour together after retirement, and see the world."

"Although we are not young anymore, we still have a long second half of my life. In the first half of my life I was lost and I didn't find you. Now that I'm here, would you please consider me carefully?"

After listening to this long passage, Zhao Lanxiang had to say that the scene he portrayed was very tempting, exciting, and moved her a little.

She said dumbly: "Thank you, really thank you for saying these things to me."

"But-I can't do it, I'm not good, you go..."

After Zhao Lanxiang finished speaking, her tears poured down unexpectedly, and the crystal tears fell in front of He Songbai, dripping onto the ground, as if the lava had poured into his heart.

The fire was scorching and uncomfortable.

He Songbai reached out and hugged her into her arms, patting her back gently, coaxing softly, "Don't cry."

"If what I said makes you sad, I apologize to you. I'm sorry, Lanxiang."

Sorry, I came so late, and made you suffer so much.

...

After a few more months, He Songbai held flowers every day for several months, waiting for her to get off work.

Zhao Lanxiang rarely took his flowers, but he was not discouraged. The man didn't seem to know what was being rejected. No matter how indifferent the treatment was, he accepted it with a good temper, turned his head and smiled and brought her lunch to the store.

He invaded Zhao Lanxiang's life with a tyrannical attitude, bit by bit, tightly closed.

He Songbai came again that day. He washed the chopsticks and handed it to the subject. "Hurry up to eat and watch what I do."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at his smiling eyes, and if he refused, he stayed at his mouth, unable to swallow and couldn't spit out.

He Songbai said: "I heard from sister Xu in the store that you often eat cold buns at noon, which is bad for your health. Come and try the sea bass I made, I brought them as soon as they were ready, and they are still fresh ."

Zhao Lanxiang tasted his fragrant rice, ate the perch that he said in his mouth, and still heard his gentle instructions.

"Sleep when you get sleepy. Don't try too hard. It's easy to make eyes in the afternoon."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything, He Songbai waited for her to clean up the insulation box and ran away. Sister Xu in the shop couldn't help but envy: "How nice, the man came to deliver the meal."

"When do you get married?"

Zhao Lanxiang drank the water and almost didn't choke.

She sighed, as if to say to sister Xu but more like to herself: "Where would I get married like this?"

She frowned as she remembered the fact that she could not bear children. Few men can accept without hesitation that he has no heirs. In fact, Zhao Lanxiang had revealed her situation with He Songbai long ago.

He Songbai was shocked and sad at the time. Although he still came to pick her up the next day, he cared about her body ever since.

Sister Xu said: "He really looks like the one in the newspaper, oh... the real estate owner is not as rich as others."

"But it's a good face to take it out. Although his economic conditions are not as good as your ex-husband, he is more concerned about you. This woman, you have to find a caring person in the rice, oil and salt, knowing cold and hot is better than anything. He If you are willing to give you a full year’s meal, you can live with him. This year, a good man is not easy to find."

"It’s like ours now. It’s a poor life and a happy life. Food and clothing are important things. People now have money and have a lot of flowers. The young girl who lives next door dresses up all day long I have to be beautiful and be a mistress of someone else. I was found to be home by the original match, but I was just ashamed, so ashamed. This is really a smile. I said to you, while you are still young, you get married when you are good, he Very good to you."

Zhao Lanxiang's thumb gently stroked the pot of gardenia pots on the table. The delicate and beautiful flower buds were like a shy girl, standing slim and exuding a faint fragrance.

She looked down silently, and made Sister Xu look at her with enthusiasm.

He Songbai delivered a meal for a year. He packed the tallest skyscraper in the city of G on her birthday, and he gave her the sparkling fireworks. The fireworks are beautiful, but they are short-lived and hurried like her life. Zhao Lanxiang remembered the ten years of the previous marriage, which was lacking in kindness. Now, in retrospect, there is nothing worth remembering.

She didn't want to be buried in such a boring marriage for the rest of her life, but if the object was He Songbai, she felt she was willing to try again. Exactly, he also delivered a full year's meal.

He Songbai still prepared roses, handed them to the subject, and couldn't help laughing: "I always send you flowers, maybe you are tired, but these days you have a bunch, take it."

He stared warmly at her white face. Although her youth was gone, she was still so beautiful in his eyes, and even the hair was sweet.

He Songbai said: "I hope that every year in my second half of my life will accompany you through it."

Zhao Lanxiang picked out a diamond ring from the rose bouquet, she slowly opened her palm, and Ren Bing's diamond ring slowly put on her ring finger.

He Songbai looked at the tenderness in her eyes, the atrium collapsed, and the nest was so moist in her eyes that he hugged her and said, "Thank you, I still want to believe me."

"I will try to make you happy."

...

Zhao Lanxiang accepted He Songbai's proposal, and they began to discuss the matter of marriage.

The wedding of the two was set after the Spring Festival, and the spring was cold, and it was a bit cold to wear a wedding dress at this time. But Zhao Lanxiang's heart was so warm that she didn't feel cold anymore. They met in spring, and this spring two years later, they chose to marry.

Zhao Lanxiang never thought she would get married again. Although she was not the first time to get married, she also thought about getting married in a low profile. But because the target is He Songbai, Zhao Lanxiang never thought of wronging him. He is such a passionate and lovely man. His life is very low-key, but his marriage likes high-profile, so that their wedding is very grand, and the city is known for a while .

The TV media, newspapers and magazines have followed the report before the wedding, and it has been blown up, revealing the details of the wedding one by one, such as wedding dresses, diamond rings, wedding drinks, luxury cars and even witnesses, so touted the outrage A gimmick like a wedding in the world, for a moment, the whole country knew that the rising star declared the end of the days of being free from bachelors.

On the day of the wedding, Zhao Lanxiang wore a white wedding dress and took Zhao Yongqing's hand, and slowly walked into the church. The pastor gently and politely asked the people of the world:

"Do you want this woman? Love her and be loyal to her, regardless of whether she is poor, sick or disabled, until she dies."

The handsome and elegant bridegroom responded without thinking: "I will."

"Will you marry this man? Love him and be loyal to him, regardless of whether he is poor, sick or disabled, until he dies."

Zhao Lanxiang made a promise: "I will."