The most beautiful disease

The Spring Festival is gradually approaching, and every household is welcoming this day of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Only the Tang Group, which was once glorious in Ning City, is struggling on the border of life and death.

Tang Xi, the chairman of the Tang Corporation, once created the Tang Corporation from scratch, but retired from the stage when he was old. The huge Tang Corporation was handed over to his son Tang Yanchen and several veterans, who supported Tang Yanchen to continue to manage it. Tang Corporation, no matter how Tang Yanchen abandoned the righteous way, the old director Tang Xi has been watching silently from behind, even if anyone wants to monopolize the Tang Corporation, they can only stay at the stage of wishful thinking.

The old director Tang Xi once had a very good old friend Yi Tianlan. It can be said that before Tang Xi met his wife, the two of them started a business together, established half of the country, and shared the prosperity and wealth.They discussed that if they have a son and a daughter in the future, they will marry as children. If they are both sons, Yi Tianlan is willing to work for Tang Xi from generation to generation and become his solid backing.Yi Tianlan has good intentions and sincerely serves the Tang Corporation, but at an advanced age, many things are left to his son Yi Feng to do.

Young people are always young and frivolous, how could they be willing to follow other people's lead? Besides, there is a "child from other people's family" like Tang Yanchen, who is also a teenager with ambitions of revenge, how could Yi Feng be slaughtered and be a lamb under the sword ?

The upper class society is always complicated, Han Xi doesn't understand, she doesn't understand how Luoxi and Yi Feng got on a date, why Luoxi chose to marry Tang Yanchen, and why Luoxi gave birth to Yi Feng child.

However, he does not need to understand these.

After the Spring Festival, the Tang Group was completely lonely from Ning City. Tang Yanchen spent the days drinking to relieve his sorrows. When he was drunk, he vented his anger on Han Weili.

Tang Hui is a college student majoring in finance. As the only adult "son" of Tang Yanchen, the task of reorganizing the Tang Corporation naturally fell on him. Fortunately, the person who brought down the Tang Corporation But I also hope that Tang Hui will take over.Tang Hui took over the Tang Group, merged its original assets into Yi Feng's name, and changed it to Yi Group.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Tang Group, which is dead but not stiff, has changed hands, but the young master of the Tang family is still in charge. It can be seen that this poor young master must be "listening to the government behind the curtain", letting those who used to work for the Tang family People can feel at ease.As everyone knows, the young master in this town is not surnamed Tang.The former Tang Corporation has completely changed hands.

As winter passed and spring came, it was time for Han Xi to go back.However, he still seemed to be giving the last word of persuasion.

Han Weili made arrangements for Tang Yanchen, who had been intoxicated all night, packed up and went downstairs, seeing that Han Xi was waiting for her.Han Xi took her mother's hand: "Mom, divorce Uncle Tang and go to the United States with me. Grandpa and grandma will give you a good life, and I will study hard. What do you rely on when Uncle Tang looks like that?"

Han Weili smiled silently: "Xixi, you don't understand many things. Although Tang Yanchen and I don't have such an earth-shattering love like those people, Xixi, he gave me hope when I was in the most difficult time. Don't Forget, it is his support that gave you life. I don't care how rich you are in the future, and I don't care how poor he is now. I hope you can remember this. He is the benefactor you need to repay in this life, you know?"

Han Xi nodded: "I see. But, Mom, there are people waiting for you in the United States."

Han Weili didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Han Xi said: "Come take a look with me, so that you can fulfill your father's last wish before he died, okay?"

Han Weili hesitated: "But your Uncle Tang can't leave him alone at home now."

Han Xi had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Why don't you take him with you."

Han Weili nodded: "I'll discuss it with him."

room.

"Yan Chen?" Han Weili shook Tang Yanchen on the bed. The wine was almost sober, but when he was sober, he was almost stupid. He grabbed Han Weili, "Weili, where is this? Finish, go to school I'm going to be late! Daddy will hit me!"

Han Weili patted him lightly, "Don't be afraid, it's winter vacation, you don't have to go to school, and Dad won't beat you."

"Oh."

Tang Yanchen had been in high spirits in the previous year, trying to save the company he killed, with his old father and mother watching over him, and his two children, no matter how ridiculous his life was, he was still a man.Now I collapsed all of a sudden, my whole spirit is not good, my memory stays in my high school, good times and bad times, only when I drink heavily can I know who I am.There is nothing doctors can do, this mental illness requires long-term treatment.

Han Weili said: "Will I take you abroad for a few days?"

Tang Yanchen nodded like an old child: "Okay, okay!"

Han Weili took the joyful little Tang Yanchen to pack up.

Tang Yanchen dragged the box to Han Xi and stared at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"

Han Weili's tidying hands stopped, and he interrupted with a smile: "Yan Chen, this is your son."

"Oh."

Han Weili: "Okay, okay, think about what else you haven't brought."

Tang Yanchen sat down on the sofa: "I can't think anymore!"

Han Weili was helpless: "If you can't think about it, just sit and rest. I'll think about it."

Tang Ying has already picked up Tang Hui's home, and has lived the life he wanted according to his plan.

The plane flew directly to New York.When it is warm and cold, many Aoshuang flowers have already bloomed, ready to show their beauty in the coming spring.

On the plane, Tang Yanchen had already fallen asleep like a child, and Han Xi pressed his throat and said to Han Weili: "Mom, stay in the United States for a few more days, I will show you the place where I study and live, and show you... Brother Sheng Guang's house."

Han Weili is well aware of Han Xi's concern: "You have been living in Sheng Guang's house before?"

"Yeah." Han Xi nodded.

Han Weili asked, "How did Sheng Guang's parents treat you?"

Han Xi was a little embarrassed: "Uncle is very serious, but he doesn't object. Auntie is very kind to me."

Han Weili said earnestly: "Xixi, as long as you don't regret the path you choose. Mom doesn't regret choosing Tang Yanchen. Mom doesn't regret every choice she makes. I hope you do too."

Han Xi nodded solemnly: "Yes. I won't regret it." After speaking, he turned his head and peeked at Sheng Guang who was sitting in the back row. Mouth shape: What are you doing peeking at me?

Han Xi raised his hand from the gap between the window and the seat in a pistol/gun gesture, and flicked Sheng Guang.

Sheng Guang smiled helplessly, as expected he was still a child.Thinking about it, he immediately stretched out his hand to wrap Han Xi's index finger that hadn't been retracted. This gesture...Sheng Guang couldn't bear to look at such a cute and cute gesture. The gap glared at Sheng Guang.Sheng Guang returned him with a big innocent smile.

The flowers in the wild rose garden have begun to bloom one after another. For some reason, the flowers bloomed very early this year, gradually dyeing the entire rose garden red.A brown curly woman holds roses in her hands and steps on high-heeled shoes to approach the wild rose garden, which symbolizes "don't come close to idlers". Every year, people come to take care of the wild rose garden regularly, but this year, no one knows about the flowers. It bloomed so early that the workers had not had time to repair it, and the flowers bloomed very flamboyantly, like a proud girl who did not want to be restrained.

Roses bloomed all over Moshang, and her high-heeled shoes made tiny footprints on Moshang, which made the path that no one passed by very eye-catching. She took off her high-heeled shoes and walked barefoot on the Moshang, as if she was rubbing the old road with the soles of her feet. Human footprints.

At the end of the path, there is a wedding venue that has stood for more than ten years. All the roses used for decoration in those years have withered. What is left now are the fake roses decorated by the workers later. Although they are still beautiful, they are not as beautiful as before.

She tore the roses in her hand into petals, and sprinkled them in front of her feet every step she took, until the center of the field, like flowers scattered all the way by a flower girl, the way from the bride to the groom, except that there was no The flower girl, and no father.Not even a guest, no — the groom.

In the center of the field is a tombstone, surrounded by a field of roses connected to the yard, red as if dripping blood, Han Weili put down the stems of the roses, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and muttered: "I know Why do I say that I like wild roses? It’s not the aloofness of the flowers, nor the motto of the flowers, what I like is this flower stem,” she held up the stem of the bunch of flowers that she had torn off, “Look , the thorns of this flower stem are sharper than the roses in the greenhouse. Don't such thorns seem to be my whole life? You fool, you think I like this flower, and you have to kill yourself with such a wedding Go in..." Han Weili reached out and stroked the photo on the tombstone, the boy was still the same as before, but she was no longer young.

"Kane, I'm here. I finally attended our wedding. It's more than ten years late. Thank you for waiting for me here."

She couldn't extricate herself from her thoughts for a long time, she slowly raised her head, and suddenly saw a familiar figure at the railing of the garden not far away, Tang Yanchen was standing there holding two ice creams and looking at her.

The author has something to say: I guess there is one last little orgasm and it will be over...

The ending made a small modification hahaha~~~

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☆、Chapter 48

"The Most Beautiful Disease" / Buddhist Brocade