Mr. Tan, I heard that you used to love me

[Some people think love is sex, it's marriage, it's six o'clock kisses, it's kids, and maybe it's true.But you know what I think, I think love is wanting to touch and then take it away. 】

—— Tan Zongming

-

In the secluded green courtyard, boys around seven or eight years old played and ran back and forth, while the woman behind him stood by and scolded the children for their naughty words and deeds from time to time.

Not far away, two mature men with different styles sat and chatted with each other drinking tea.Expensive clothes, elegant and prudent speech, one can tell at a glance that he is a leader in the uppermost elite class of society.

"I heard that you recently bought a large piece of land in California, USA, and plan to develop software research and development?" The man who spoke had a suave air, handsome face, and dimples on his cheeks when he smiled.

The man on the left has a different charm. He is mature and elegant, and his gestures have the characteristics of a celebrity and a businessman. The two are perfectly integrated in him.

Taking a sip of the tea, he raised his eyebrows, and put down the teacup with slender and beautiful fingers.

"Yes, are you interested in sharing the pie?"

Now it was the man's turn to be surprised, "Oh? I thought you wanted to do it alone?" Given his financial strength and influence, why did he need a partner.

——Tan Zongming, the CEO of the largest financial consortium in China and even in Asia, no matter in China or in the financial capital markets of the United States and Europe, as long as he wants to raise funds, there are as many people waiting in line to send money to his door as from here to Wall Street in New York, half a circle around Earth.

The man opposite—that is, the legendary financial crocodile Tan Zongming just said lightly, "It doesn't matter, it's just a small test anyway."

Hearing this, Bao Yifan, the current leader of the Bao Group, laughed, and only the man across the street could underestimate a billion-dollar project.

They talked about the current financial turmoil in Europe and the division of the European Union, until the little boy ran in from the yard sweating profusely and threw himself into Bao Yifan's arms, "Daddy!"

Holding the restless son in his arms, Bao Yifan gently wiped the sweat from his temples, "Have you had fun, and be careful not to get hurt."

Afterwards, the woman also came in, and said angrily, "Look at the mud on your shoes, it has stained the floor of your Uncle Tan's house...and the lawn that was messed up by you..."

"Boy, you have the wildness I had back then..."

The woman rolls her eyes at her husband.

The boy hid beside his father and talked to the man next to him: "Uncle Tan won't blame me, will he?" His big eyes fluttered.

Tan Zongming smiled, "Of course, I have to thank you for giving me the opportunity to redecorate the lawn in the yard..."

"Old Tan." The woman is helpless, these men always like to sing bad faces, so that the little bastards in the family have nothing to fear.

"Come here for some snacks." Tan Zongming patted the armrest beside him, the little boy broke free from his father's arms and climbed up, sitting upright, admiring this powerful uncle more than his father.

At least when it comes to eating, the little kid is still pretty good.Andy, the child's mother and Bao Yifan's wife, let out a sigh.

The child is seven and a half years old, and this year is also the seventh year of her marriage to Bao Yifan.Although there were ups and downs when she first got married, but fortunately her husband was open-minded and cheerful, and helped her solve the long-standing knots in her heart and the difficulties she encountered after marriage. This man has always held her tightly. Take her hand, protect her, love her and tolerate her as he promised.

If a husband is like this, what can a woman ask for?

A family of three, harmonious and full.Now she is very happy.

Those unfortunate life experiences and troubles in the past are no longer important.

When parting, the family of three said goodbye to Lao Tan and got into the car. The car slowly drove out of the manor, and the figure of the man gradually faded away...

Andy in the car withdrew his gaze, his eyes were slightly moist - that slightly lonely figure, Lao Tan still hadn't married all these years, and chose to be alone.Perhaps as he said, if you don't meet someone you like, you don't want to settle for anything.

Standing on the spot and watching the car gradually go away, Tan Zongming's eyes were flat, he turned around and went back to the house after a while, and ordered: "Prepare the car." The old housekeeper who was a few steps away behind him bowed in response.

Today is also the death day of Mrs. Tan's old lady.

The old woman's cemetery was placed in the Fengshui treasure land where the rich and powerful circles in Shanghai concentrated.All members of the Tan family are here, no matter they live at home or abroad.

All black suits and dresses at the scene created a depressing and solemn atmosphere.

Especially the old man who was once a surprise, the sad expression on his face made people feel sad.

What kind of feeling is it like to lose a lover-Tan Zongming has been thinking about this question until now.

It's a pity that he never tried to fall in love with someone.

The worship process lasted for an hour, and the grieving old man walked away with the support of several juniors, while others left one after another.

Just before Tan Zongming was about to get in the car, his gaze inadvertently swept across the tombstone beside him——

A bouquet of flowers was quietly placed in front of the tombstone, apparently the owner of the tomb was worshiped not long ago.

The surrounding guardrails are very ordinary, not as prominent and high-profile as other tombs.

In the middle of the tombstone, a half-color and half-faded photo is engraved there.In the photo, the eyebrows and eyes of the person are like the scorching sun, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised with a careless and lazy look.

A woman who is beautiful at a glance.

Luo Rou.

—the name on the tombstone.

Judging from the tomb inscriptions engraved on it, the person in the tomb went there at a young age of 26.

...seven years ago.

He stared blankly at the face of the person above.

Until all the people at the scene were gone, the assistant next to him couldn't help reminding, "Mr. Tan?"

"... let's go."

Seeing Tan Zongming walking away, the assistant hurriedly followed.

After getting in the car, Tan Zongming stared sideways at the tombstone through the dim car window until the car started—and never saw him again.

Life, the waves remain the same.

At least in Tan Zongming's view, no matter how big the venture capital investment is, no matter how much power and money you hold, your heart will always be empty and hopeless.

Seeing that his friends in their 40s are still single, Andy made a match and introduced a few more girls. The nourishment of the family over the years finally warmed Andy's heart, and he became a down-to-earth woman.

Tan Zongming is happy to see her change.But still rejected Andy's kindness.

Another year passed.

During the Ching Ming Festival in April, there are many rains.

The drizzle was falling all over the sky.

The assistant next to him held an umbrella for him, and when he passed a certain section of the road after the end, his footsteps suddenly stagnated.

"Boss Tan?" The assistant was wondering why the boss stopped, when he saw the eyes of the people around him lingering somewhere——

Huh?

Isn't that... the assistant thought about it seriously, the tombstone that his boss had looked at a few more times last year?

Without saying a word, Tan Zongming quietly stared at the face of the man with the tombstone——

"... let's go."

In the next few years, on the day of Ching Ming Festival, Tan Zongming stopped after the worship, looked at the simple tombstone next to him, and remained silent.

The face of the person in the painting is also more deeply remembered and locked into the atrium each time.

——The secret buried by time.

Until he asked people to investigate all the biographical information of the person in the tomb.

Her life is nothing but a black swan elegy that interprets Xia Hua's doom.

The end of the play, the end.

People also die.

In the end, she didn't take anything she wanted.

The faded photo on the tombstone became her last smiling face in the world.

——And he was deeply involved.

Looking at the photos on the table—recording her changes and appearance from childhood to adulthood.

Self-confidence in youth... Confusion and helplessness when the family changed... Unwillingness and inferiority in the workplace for the first time... Love-hate and jealousy for the younger sister... Facing the fierce and fickle enemies... One step at a time and one step at a time The hysteria and madness after that...

Every side is the person he loves.

Carrying a bouquet of tender white flowers to her grave, touching the photo with her fingertips, the person in the photo smiled quietly, scalding his unhealed scar.

The Orchid Lily in her bosom means... belated love.

Winter is approaching violently, and a snow scene rarely seen in decades appears in Shanghai.

On New Year's Eve, Andy specially invited Tan Zongming to her home for a New Year's Eve dinner.

In the living room, Bao Yifan was teaching his son how to make dumplings. Both father and son had white flour on their faces, and Andy made fun of them while cooking.

A friendly family atmosphere.

The sound of firecrackers came from the TV, and every household in the surrounding area was decorated with red and festive decorations.

Outside the window, the snow is majestic.

The final countdown to the end of the year is going on in front of the TV and outside at the same time——

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four..."

Zero o'clock... the big clock upstairs in the Peace Hotel rang for the first time at the beginning of the year.

The brightly blooming fireworks illuminated the entire night——

"Happy New Year, Old Tan." Andy smiled back.

He smiled and silently looked down at the pocket watch he took out from his pocket. Inside was the smiling face of the person he was thinking of.

"Happy New Year, Luo Rou..."

——My girl, I met you so late.

……

The author has something to say:

Cry and cry, I will never use my mobile phone to type again, I will die QAQ

This chapter is an extra episode of the previous life, and it can also be regarded as the follow-up of Lao Tan after the finale of Ode to Joy...

Due to the inconvenience of mobile phones, the landmines rewarded by the girls thank me for releasing them in the next chapter~

Okay, I have to go to sleep for a while, and I have to get up at seven o'clock to accompany my parents to play