Doting on the Masked Wife

Ananda went step by step into the agreed room in the hotel.

In the past, he was very nervous, excited, and excited at the same time, but this time he was as embarrassed and afraid as if he was about to go to the dragon's pond and tiger's den.

With the letter in his hand, he finally shuffled closer to the man.

He was still standing in front of the window with his back to him.

However, even without looking back, he sensed that something was wrong.

Turning his head, he looked at Ananda: "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

His expression suddenly became anxious: "Did something happen to her? Is she sick? Or..."

Seeing his impatience, Ananda felt that he could only apologize with death.

"I'm sorry, I messed things up, and it's all my fault. It would be fine if I didn't tell her that." Ananda bowed deeply to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The man's face froze.

After a while, he said softly, "She knows?"

"I'm sorry," Ananda hated himself to death, "I wanted to persuade her to come back to you, but I didn't expect..."

He put the letter in his hand up with both hands, and his guilt and remorse were indescribable: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

The man's slender hands trembling slightly, took the letter from his hand.

His hands were trembling, and even the white letter paper was trembling slightly.

With the light coming in from the window, his hands trembling uncontrollably, he finished reading the letter.

In fact, the letter was very short, probably only a few sentences in total.

However, looking at these few words, he seemed to have used them for a century.

That deep gaze seemed to burn this beautiful handwriting deeply into his mind.

Ananda's heart was in the air, he thought that the man would say something, but he just looked at the letter and seemed to be stunned.

"Miss Tong'er, what did she say?" He asked cautiously, he didn't dare to peek at Ning Tong'er's letter.

The man's hand was still trembling slightly, and the white letter paper slowly slipped from his hand.

He lowered his head, Ananda couldn't see his expression, but he just felt that he had never seen someone who was like a god in his mind, and he would be so desperate and depressed.

Boundless despair and sorrow emanated from his body.

"total……"

The man fell down on the chair and raised his hand to prevent Ananda from continuing.

"I don't blame you," he said hoarsely, still lowering his head, "I shouldn't bother her anymore..."

"But……"

The man whispered, "Go back, and don't look for her again."

Ananda was full of guilt and confusion. After he left, the man still maintained that posture, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, the light of the sky was gradually replaced by darkness, and the night fell, until the cold and cool moonlight shone into the room.

The man still sat there motionless, not moving a bit.

His figure blended into the moonlight, and the loneliness was colder than the moonlight.

**

China.

In front of the former Han family villa.

A beautiful woman in a white linen gown did not take the car, but walked along the road quietly.

When she came to the gate of the villa, a group of youths on an outing passed by her.

Those young people were quite gossip, twitter, twitter.

"Hey, do you know? The previous owner of this villa?"

"What, isn't it just a villa, so what's so special about it?"

"Hmph, what do you know, if it was before, we wouldn't be able to take half a step here."

"Why, was the previous owner here very good?"

"It's not just cattle, haven't you all heard of Han's Pharmaceutical Group back then?"

"……never heard of that……"

"Cut! You are ignorant, don't just be busy chasing stars, okay? You should also pay attention to social news..."

"As far as you know, you are amazing, what do you think they have..."

"Back then, they were not just cattle, but they covered the sky with their hands. They..."

Balabala, Balabala, this group of young people gradually walked away.

The elegant woman in a white shirt smiled faintly, and then stretched out her hand to support the wall.

She walked in slowly.

It seems deserted here.

The beautiful woman in white shirt walked step by step over the sundries on the ground and walked into the courtyard, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice.

"Look at this lychee tree, it's still as good as it was back then."

The voice was very young, it sounded like the voice of an older child, and there was a faint sad cry in the voice, as if he was suppressing himself not to cry.

The white-clothed woman's whole body was shocked, and she stroked the tall flowers and trees in front of her with her hands. Because no one took care of them, these trees that survived on their own had grown into a mess.

After bypassing the flowers and trees, she walked behind the figure making the sound in front of her.

There, there are two people.

One, wearing blue casual clothes, has a pair of dark eyes on a young face, which are quite lively and cute.

He looks very good-looking, maybe girls will be very excited when they see it.

And he only kept his eyes on the man in front of him—

The man had already bent over and hunched his back.

And with white hair.

Apparently, he is an old man with his dying years and his lamps exhausted.

But the boy in blue looked at him like a god.

It is so in awe and admiration.

The old man raised his hand and coughed violently.

"Young Master Han...no, Mr. Han...you can't blow the wind, let me help you back to the car first," the young boy in blue said anxiously, "I'll pick the lychees for you."

"No, let me sit a little longer."

An old voice came from the old man's mouth, he paused for a while, and said in a low voice, "She sat here with me before."

The young boy in the blue clothes seemed to be about to cry, but he tried not to cry, but kept nodding his head: "Well, okay, okay, I'll sit here with you."

The beautiful woman in white shirt burst into tears unknowingly.

She took a step forward, only to hear the familiar yet unfamiliar old voice bending over, coughing and saying: "When I was young, she sat by my side like this."

"Yes, yes..." The young boy in blue just kept echoing, but tears rolled in his eyes.

The old man in front of him seemed to be dying at any moment.

The beautiful woman in the white shirt took another step forward, and the dead leaves were trampled on under her feet, making a delicate sound of "Xi Xi Suo Suo".

The old man's hearing was far worse than before, but as if he could sense something, he tapped the ground with his crutch tremblingly, and said hoarsely, "Lan Ning, is anyone here?"

Lan Ning raised his head and saw a beautiful woman in a white shirt.

In an instant, his mouth opened slightly.

Then, slowly, tears flowed from his eyes.

Guilt, regret, sadness...all flowed from his eyes.

He didn't say sorry, but it seemed like he had already said it.

He didn't ask for forgiveness, but the beautiful woman in white shirt seemed to see it.

"Lan Ning?" The old man coughed violently. He raised his hand and tapped the crutch in his hand, "What's wrong with you? Who's here?"

A beautiful woman in a white shirt stood behind him, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother Qingyi."

The crutch in the old man's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

He froze.

"Brother Qingyi..."

The beautiful woman in white shirt was crying and ran towards him suddenly.

"No, don't come here, don't come here..."

The old man suddenly reacted, he covered his face with his arms, and hissed, "Don't come here, don't come here!"

The voice was hoarse at the end, and the cough continued.

However, he still covered his face and said to Lan Ning, "Lan Ning, stop her, don't let her come over, don't let her see me like this..."

However, she had already run over and grabbed his hand firmly.

"Brother Qingyi..."

She cried, out of breath.

Han Qingyi slowly raised her head, Ning Tonger only saw the appearance of the once elegant and unparalleled noble son Han Qingyi, she knelt down on the ground and hugged him tightly.

"Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi..."

On Han Qingyi's old face, tears rolled down his wrinkled face.

He was no longer Han Qingyi, but only those slightly upturned eyes could tell that he was so elegant and unparalleled back then.

"Brother Qingyi..." Ning Tonger burst into tears.

Lan Ning stood aside, turned his head away, tears streaming down his face.

**

Three months later.

The dying Han Qingyi held Ning Tonger's hand.

"Go find him."

Ning Tong'er just shed tears silently, but didn't speak.

"He found me a long time ago, but because of you, he didn't attack me."

Ning Tonger still did not speak.

"I'm not great, I just want someone to take good care of you after I'm gone."

Ning Tonger held his hand tightly.

"You are not allowed to say such things."

She rushed forward, hugged his shoulders tightly, and pressed her beautiful and tender cheeks tightly against his wrinkled old face.

"I won't leave you, brother Qingyi, don't drive me away, and don't leave me either."

Han Qingyi smiled.

Laugh very sadly, but also very satisfied.

"You have accompanied me on the last journey of my life, and I am already very grateful for God's blessing on me."

He raised his hand and stroked her hair, and she fell on his shoulder crying and wet his shoulder with tears.

"Tong'er, I know you have different feelings for me and him."

Ning Tong'er hugged his shoulder tightly: "No, Brother Qing Yi, stop talking."

She cried and said: "You will get better, there will be medicine to heal you. Get better soon, and take Tong Er to pick lychees as before."

Han Qingyi smiled bitterly: "Silly boy."

His voice slowly lowered, and the hand touching her hair was slowly slipping down.

Ning Tong'er clearly felt something, but she froze for a moment, and hugged him even tighter.

"Brother Qingyi, talk to me, please talk to me..."

She cried, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and around his neck.

However, life is still flowing from his body bit by bit.

"Brother Qingyi, do you still remember? When I was young, you liked to take me to the flower show the most. There were so many flowers, so beautiful, so beautiful...Brother Qingyi, do you remember? You bandaged my rabbit, You said that I am also like a rabbit, dressed in fluff and white..."

She went on and on and on and on and on.

Obviously the body of the person in her arms was gradually losing temperature, and the hand on her hair also slowly dropped down, and finally remained motionless.

She still didn't care and kept talking.

She felt it all, but she didn't want to believe it or accept it.

"Brother Qingyi, do you still remember? You said I was an idiot before, but you are so smart, you can definitely protect an idiot, right?"

Tears kept flowing from her eyes, all over her face, and onto the face of the person in her arms who had lost her breath.

Seeing her like this, Lan Ning finally became ruthless, grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her away from Han Qingyi.

"Don't be like this, Miss Tong'er." His face was also full of tears.

"Miss Tong'er, don't be like this, the young master...has already left."

As he spoke, tears kept falling.

Ning Tonger was stunned for a moment, then slowly, slowly let go of her hand, looking at the person in her arms as if in disbelief.

he's gone.

However, there was still a hint of a smile on his face.

Perhaps, he felt no regrets to die in Tong'er's arms.

Ning Tonger was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.

Lan Ning walked over, knelt down in front of Han Qingyi, grabbed his trouser legs with his hands, and cried silently.

"Master Qingyi..."

Time flies by.

After finishing the funeral, Ning Tong'er sat in the courtyard where Han Qingyi lived, staring blankly, tears streaming down her face unconsciously.

There was a white jasmine flower in front of him. Since Han Qingyi passed away, it was about to wither.

Ning Tong'er sat on a chair in the yard, gently stroking these dry leaves with her hands, and tears fell drop by drop on the low-hanging flower branches.

Suddenly, a familiar but unexpected "Tonger" sounded from the door.

Ning Tonger's whole body was shocked, she turned her head abruptly, then almost fell to the ground, ran over quickly, tightly, tightly grasped the man's arm, surprised and unbelievable Calling: "Daddy!"

Ning Ruhai hugged her, patted her on the back, nodded and smiled, but tears overflowed.

"Daddy!"

Ning Tong'er cried and threw herself into his arms again, "Daddy!"

Ning Ruhai hugged her, and suddenly said softly: "Tong'er, there is another person, do you want to see him?"

Ning Tong'er raised her head and looked at Ning Ruhai with tears in her eyes: "Daddy..."

Ning Ruhai turned her head, and a tall and tall figure appeared hesitantly at the door.

is it him?

It's him.

He couldn't let go after all, did he come to look for her after all?

Or, he never let go, and has been silently protecting her in the dark.

never stopped...

Tears welled up in Ning Tong'er's eyes, and the tall figure stood there, as if he didn't dare to approach her, and seemed afraid of disturbing her.

People who used to be so domineering and conceited, unexpectedly have such hesitation and weakness.

Ning Tong'er let go of her father's hand, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at that person.

That person looked at her so longingly, but he didn't dare to take a step closer.

Perhaps, as long as she said a word, he would turn around and leave again, and then continue to silently guard her in the dark again.

He looked at her, completely devoid of any confidence.

There was no hope.

For so long, he wanted to turn around and leave - because she didn't want to see him again, did she?

However, just as he lowered his shoulders and his tall body was about to turn around and leave, he heard her whisper, "Are you okay?"

He was shocked!I couldn't believe that I could hear her words, as if I was stunned.

(end of play)