C10 Revisit

(10) Revisit

Although she said this, Lyi Qingqing's heart was still in turmoil.

She decided to try Shu Lan's advice when she was unable to sleep properly after three nights of being tormented by her own fantasies.

She politely asked the counselor to sign it and then handed the leave slip to the dean. When she left the teaching office to call Sheng Mingwei, she was quite surprised. Firstly, it was not a holiday, and secondly, she was currently on a business trip in Seattle.

Lyi Qingqing said that it didn't matter. She would book the flight according to the original plan as she was familiar with the route. She also had the spare key to the house so she could take a taxi back.

When she walked out of the airport's arrival hall, a young Frenchman was standing at the entrance to the passageway with a sign in his hand. She saw the slightly unfamiliar Chinese characters, lowered her head, clicked on the photo on her phone, and walked over to greet him.

Qing Qing, hello! My name is Ken, and your mother told me to come and pick you up. " She didn't expect the other party to be fluent in Chinese.

Lyi Qingqing smiled. "Hello!"

Along the way, Ken briefly introduced her to the local natural scenery, the proportion of immigrants from different countries, and the convenience of transportation to and from the towns.

He spoke to her in English of the difference between Wimsey and Westward on Gamby Street, and gave her a very easy example, in addition to her geographical position: only in Wimsey could "facing the sea, the spring blooming" be combined with a comfortable reality as an organic whole.

If they were living in the same seaside view room in Xiwen, they would have to endure the inconvenience of living for at least an hour. They would have to go out to work, meet friends, and go shopping.

He specially changed the Chinese language to read out Hai Zi's poem. He said it was a love poem between him and her mother.

It took Sheng Mingwei five days to finish her work early and rush back. That night, she cooked herself and cooked a really good French dinner.

After dinner, Sheng Mingwei pulled her out for a walk. The community park, though incomparable to Queen Elizabeth Park, still had its own features. There were ancient trees and flowers everywhere, and rhododendrons and tulips competed with each other. It was easy to see geese and ducks on the riverbanks, and occasionally people joked and walked down to them.

After walking into the park for a while, Sheng Mingwei asked her if she had something on her mind.

Lyi Qingqing thought for a moment. "Mom, why did you choose to be with Ken?"

Sheng Mingwei smiled and said without hesitation, "You want to ask, he's so much younger than me, how could I have the courage?"

"Qingqing, have you fallen in love?"

She looked at her mother expectantly. She did not answer yes, nor did she answer no. In fact, she had been missing Lu Xinpei every day for the past week. Every night before she went to bed, she would flip through the messages they had sent her and read them over and over again. Several times, she couldn't help but want to call him.

"Qingqing, perhaps my experience with your sister will put you in a negative position when you face this matter of feelings. After your sister's accident, I also had a deep suspicion of myself. You know, regret is always the poison that torments people the most. When I married your father that year, I didn't even have the age set by the Marriage Law. A few years later, I found out that my marriage had gone wrong and was getting worse. At first, I thought another child could change all this and improve all the bad conditions, so you came later.

Your father has always been kind to me. Even when I left you all behind and went abroad alone to find the life I wanted, he never blamed me for so many years. When your sister left, the person who was the most upset was actually your father!

Qingqing, your sister's tragedy is not about a man's change of heart, nor is it about marriage destroying love. The main reason is that your sister will never admit it. No matter how strong the love is, it will slowly melt and change. In this world, only change can last forever.

"Jingjing didn't have the ability to accept and face this kind of change, which was why she did such a foolish thing."

Lyi Qingqing looked at her mother. This seemed to be the first time that they had honestly started talking about her.

She knew that her father, mother, and she had long since recovered from their heart-wrenching grief. Time was a good medicine that healed the wounds in their hearts, but at the same time, it also left a wound in their hearts that they would never be able to recover from.

Most of the time, they didn't even mention it. They avoided each other out of tacit understanding, afraid that they would see the sadness in each other's eyes, and even more so unwilling to let each other see their sadness.

Lyi Qingqing remembered her fifth birthday when she first saw her mother in real life. The vivid beauty that was different from the photographs could only be described by the word "amazing" in her mind.

Her sister told her to call him mother, and she knew in her heart that the person was her mother, but she just couldn't call him mother.

This was because the person in front of him looked almost exactly the same as the person in the family photos. He really did look like him, but he didn't look like him at all. The person in the picture was also beautiful, but that kind of beauty was different. It was still, even rigid, but the person standing in front of her eyes was vivid and within reach.

Sheng Mingwei was very beautiful, with a kind of gorgeous and forceful temperament. In terms of facial features, both sisters had inherited her.

The estrangement between Lyi Qingqing and her mother seemed to be natural, but after her sister's accident, it instantly reached its worst state. The kind of rebellious suspicion caused by the pain of losing one's loved ones pierced her heart like a thorn.

In her third year, she had asked for a long vacation to stay with Sheng Mingwei in Wimsey for a month. It was the two of them who were trying hard to get close to each other and comfort each other.

The night scene by the lake was very beautiful. From afar, the water color lights came to the eyes, the breeze sent ripples, and the stars in the night sky gradually brightened. Lyi Qingqing held her mother's hand and laughed softly. "Isn't it too pessimistic? If we can't avoid a final end in all the beginning, wouldn't it be too sad?" It would be better not to start then! "

Sheng Mingwei also laughed. "On the contrary, to treat love with such mentality and knowledge is the most positive way of doing things. One knows its inevitable course, but one is neither impatient nor impatient, neither servile nor overbearing. When it came, you welcomed it joyfully, and enjoyed all the pleasures and pleasures of your body and mind. When it left, you tidied up all the complicated and burdensome things, and calmly said your goodbyes in a peaceful manner. When you get back, give yourself a good big break. "

Lyi Qingqing did not quite understand. "It's that simple?"

Sheng Mingwei patted her hand. "It looks like you're really troubled. How about you tell me and let me help you look into it?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Not yet."

The next morning, she took the bus to Wimsey.

Actually, this independent villa near the UBC campus was bought in the name of Lyi Jingjing. Back then, Lyi Maoxun forced his daughter to emigrate in order to prevent her from being with that man. All these years, Lyi Qingqing couldn't help but recall that if she hadn't foolishly helped her sister steal the account book at home, all the tragedies that would have happened afterwards wouldn't have happened.

After Lyi Jingjing's accident, Lyi Maoxun had used some kind of method to get that man sentenced to 15 years in prison for economic fraud. However, that man's parents couldn't bear the successive accidents, so they suddenly suffered a stroke and were forced to kneel in bed, begging for help.

Five years ago, Lyi Qingqing had met the man's mother through the window one rainy night. It was a haggard old woman with completely white hair. Her face was filled with grief, indignation, and hatred.

Lyi Maoxun ordered the driver to get out of the car and pull the driver away. He rolled down the window and said coldly: "Even if your son is in jail, at least he can breathe. He's still alive." Why don't you ask him to return his daughter to me if I go to jail instead!

Lyi Qingqing walked around the upstairs and downstairs. She lifted the cover off the sofa, put her bag on the sofa and went out.

Vancouver's cherry blossoms were spread all over the place. It was said that there were more than 1,500 places to view. By the middle of May, the last of the two, White Pushi and Songyue Ying, had already fallen. However, even if he missed out on the sea of flowers, he would still be able to see the scenery in front of him. The beauty was open and distant, with white clouds floating overhead and a blue sky as blue as an endless piece of silk. The sky was covered with lush greenery, and as one stood on an open plateau, one could see the endless coastline in the distance, and the mountains covered with snow all year round.

She walked past the cherry trees in front of the building, turned right at the end of the alley, and passed through a long avenue to the forest east of UBC Campus.

When Lu Xinpei called, Lyi Qingqing was walking on the same road where she jogged every day five years ago. The trees on both sides of the roadbed were lush, and light and shadows danced with the wind between the branches of the branches. The sun was bright and clear, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass.

He asked her, "Why aren't you running today?"

Lyi Qingqing was startled for a moment. She turned around and saw a tall figure in the distance. She fixed her eyes on the person at the end of the road and said into her phone, "I'm just revisiting today, so I'm not running!"

"Oh, did you forget something?"

She bit her lower lip. "Maybe it's someone you shouldn't remember!"

Lu Xinpei seemed to smile: "Then why do you want to remember?"

Lyi Qingqing suddenly felt a pang in her nose. "What about you?" Is he also here for a revisit? "

"No, I'm looking for someone."

"Did you find it?"

"Before I made this call, I thought I'd found it. Now, I don't know if I found it either! "

Lu Xinpei seemed to have stopped his steps and asked her: "Qing Qing, do you think I have found it?"

Lyi Qingqing took a deep breath. "Mr Lu, I want to hear about what happened between you and your wife."

Lu Xinpei paused for a moment before saying: "Are you going to stand here and say it?"

She was silent for a moment, staring at the butterfly-like spots of light on the ground.

Lu Xinpei stopped and stood there, quietly looking at the beautiful figure on the boulevard under the blue sky.

Today, Lyi Qingqing was wearing a white cotton dress and a pair of white sneakers. She had just gotten hot on the way, so she casually took off the print scarf around her neck and tied her long hair behind her head.