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Chapter 713 Do You Believe in Fate?

In the evening, Sun Xiaofei invited Cen Qinghe to dinner, because she knew that she came to Jiangcheng to do business, so Sun Xiaofei didn't drag her around, and sent her back to the hotel after dinner.

At the hotel gate, Cen Qinghe said goodbye to Sun Xiaofei, and when she turned to walk in, she heard someone call her, "Qinghe."

When Cen Qinghe heard the sound, he looked up and saw Cheng Jiahe standing in the hotel lobby. Cen Qinghe didn't expect him to appear here, and he was taken aback for a moment, before he said aloud: "Huh? Why are you here?"

It's not that she doesn't want to call her, it's just that she doesn't know what to call her.

When the other party called her Qinghe, she couldn't call Mr. Cheng in a strange way, but Jiahe, she couldn't say it. Call Cheng Jiahe, it seemed impolite, so after thinking about it, Cen Qinghe simply forgot.

Cheng Jiahe walked towards her, and said aloud, "You came to Jiangcheng, but I didn't come to pick you up, nor did I invite you to dinner. I felt very sorry, and wanted to come and see you."

Cen Qinghe smiled, "Do I seem to care about these people?" After that, she withdrew her smile, only concern remained on her face, "The old man left suddenly, your family must be very busy, I just came here to see the old man Yicheng, if it causes you trouble, then I will feel sorry for you."

Cheng Jiahe's good-looking face couldn't hide his loneliness and exhaustion. He asked softly, "Are you tired now? Do you want to go upstairs to rest?"

Now that Cen Qinghe has dealt with people a lot, she can hear the meaning behind the words, she said: "I'm not tired, I slept on the plane."

Sure enough, Cheng Jiahe's next sentence was, "Then shall I treat you to tea?"

Cen Qinghe nodded, "OK."

When the two went out again, Cheng Jiahe's car was parked in front of the hotel. After getting in the car, Cheng Jiahe took the initiative to say: "Actually, my grandfather's illness didn't last for a day or two. He was admitted to the hospital just after the Chinese New Year. At that time, the doctor It’s not good to say, our whole family kept it from him, saying nothing happened, so he could rest assured. My grandfather went to southern Yunnan when he was in his sixties. Someone told him that he would not live to be 80 years old. Yu Huai, especially in the past two years, every birthday, I can feel that he is still worried."

"I didn't believe this at first, but who would have thought that my grandfather really didn't make it to his eightieth birthday."

Cheng Jiahe's words were full of helplessness and sadness. Men are no better than women, and they cannot shed tears unscrupulously. They can only hide their sadness in their hearts.

Cen Qinghe thought of when he called him yesterday, he was so excited for a moment, choked up and said: Qinghe, my grandpa is gone.

Cen Qinghe didn't see Cheng Daohan in person, but he has seen his interviews and photos. He is a very kind old man with a smile on his face. Anyone who reads it will think of his grandfather.

His mouth gradually turned sour, and Cen Qinghe continued: "You have been traveling all over the world all year round, and you may be even more disbelieving in superstitions such as divination. In fact, I also persuade myself not to believe it, but the sentence that usually hangs on my lips is 'the destiny of man'. Destined’. Many things cannot be explained purely by science, especially people over there prefer fortune-telling. Sometimes I hear that someone in other provinces is accurate in fortune-telling, so I fly to other provinces to do the calculation. , while inquiring about the results calculated by others.”

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Cen Qinghe's lips, but there was nothing he could do.

Cheng Jiahe asked, "Do you believe in destiny?"

Cen Qinghe said: "How should I put it, sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't believe it, what's the difference?"

Cheng Jiahe said, "For example?"

Cen Qinghe replied: "If anyone tells me that I am doomed to do nothing in this life, then I will definitely not believe it, and I will definitely do it, unless he says that I cannot be the emperor, then I believe it. But we are not An old saying, two days ago, a friend of mine was still saying that sometimes there must be fate in fate, and there is no time in fate, so don’t force it. Maybe this is a matter of fate. What do you all think?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "Maybe my grandfather just believed in fate too much. I always feel that if he doesn't care so much, the past few years will be better, and maybe he won't leave so suddenly."

Cen Qinghe said: "Sometimes things don't fall on me, and we onlookers can't understand the mood of the person involved. Let's just say that, didn't everyone say that 2012 was the end of the world back then. For a narrow-minded person like me, the whole 2012 I haven't had a good time, I don't want to leave Anling, for fear that I won't be able to die with my family."

Cheng Jiahe raised the corners of his lips and replied with a chuckle, "Girls are more timid."

Cen Qinghe said: "Don't hold back. If you want to call me stupid, you can just say it. Looking back now, I was really stupid, but I was not the only one who had such thoughts at the time. It can be seen that hints have multiple effects on a person's psychology." Burden, your grandfather must have been very stressed all these years, I can imagine it."

Cheng Jiahe said: "I really want to get to know you earlier, so that I can take you to talk to my grandfather. You told him the story of 2012, maybe he won't be so afraid."

Cen Qinghe found that the two of them had talked a lot about 'possible' and 'maybe' for a while, and she suddenly felt a little inexplicably lost, so she replied: "When we talk about possible and maybe, it is often Regrettably, it has happened, and we are working hard to find a way to recover, but the premise is that we have to accept the reality."

Looking sideways at Cheng Jiahe, Cen Qinghe said sincerely: "Don't be too sad, you will be relieved as Mr. Cheng, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. Heaven is just as good, and there is no pain yet."

Cheng Jiahe gave a soft 'hmm', "Qing He, thank you."

Cen Qinghe said with a light smile: "Fortunately, what you are asking is the history of science and psychology, which happens to be within the scope of my research. If you ask me to enlighten you on the direction of the stock market and the financial market, then I will be finished."

Cheng Jiahe said: "The last ten days have been tense. I see a lot of people every day and listen to a lot of people talking. To be honest, I am really annoyed, but what you said today makes me feel very peaceful, and I can even calm down. Accept grandpa's departure."

Cen Qinghe said: "You can think so, even if I didn't cause you trouble in vain this time."

Cheng Jiahe said, "I'm glad you can come."

Cen Qinghe thought of what Shang Shaocheng said to her before leaving. She came here with the feeling of mourning the deceased. And don't get me wrong.

Thinking about it, she followed up: "Mr. Cheng is an elder and master I admire very much. I didn't have the chance to meet him before. It is also a blessing to be a junior to be able to send him off on the last journey."

Cheng Jiahe said, "I mentioned you to my grandpa."

Cen Qinghe asked unexpectedly: "Really?"

Cheng Jiahe nodded and said, "I said I was on a business trip to Rongcheng, and I met Pengci right after I got off the plane. Fortunately, you were here."

Cen Qinghe said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I would show my face to Mr. Cheng, it's worth it."

He took her to a tea house and ordered a pot of Longjing. The two of them talked about Cheng Daohan. He told her many stories about Cheng Daohan. Not different, even cuter.

Cen Qinghe also talked about her childhood experiences, including her calligraphy and painting, which were also taught by her grandfather.

To some extent, Cen Qinghe and Cheng Jiahe also had something to talk about, and it wasn't dull.

After drinking more than half of a pot of tea, Cen Qinghe's cell phone rang, and she saw that it was Shang Shaocheng calling, and said 'hello' softly after connecting.

Shang Shaocheng asked: "What?"

Cen Qinghe said: "Drink tea outside."

She is not such a leisurely and elegant person, Shang Shaocheng asked: "With Cheng Jiahe?"

Cen Qinghe gave an 'hmm'.

Shang Shaocheng said: "It's past ten o'clock now, and I can't sleep at night after drinking too much tea."

Listening to his sour words, Cen Qinghe suppressed a laugh, and replied aloud: "Understood, I will call you back."

The two chatted for a few words before hanging up. Cheng Jiahe looked up at Cen Qinghe and said, "It's getting late, shall I take you back?"

Cen Qinghe replied with a smile: "You don't have to send me off, I'll just take a taxi and go home. You should go home early too. You'll still be busy tomorrow."

Cheng Jiahe said, "It's okay, let's go along."

Cen Qinghe couldn't say anything else, so he left the tea farm with Cheng Jiahe and returned to the hotel.

He was always a gentleman and courteous, he drove to the entrance of the hotel and got out of the car to take her inside.

"Qinghe, tomorrow I will call someone to pick you up and go directly to the cemetery."

"Okay, I'll go downstairs at 06:30 tomorrow morning."

"Well, rest early tonight and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Saying goodbye to Cheng Jiahe, Cen Qinghe turned and went upstairs, and called Shang Shaocheng when he got out of the elevator. Shang Shaocheng picked it up quickly, and it looked like he was waiting for a rabbit.

"I'm back." Cen Qinghe swiped his card and entered the room.

Shang Shaocheng said: "It's pretty quick, you said you wanted to leave after I made the phone call?"

Cen Qinghe said: "Hey, Cheng Jiahe is very discerning, okay? I didn't say anything, and he took me back to the hotel directly."

Shang Shaocheng provocatively said: "Like his understanding?"

Cen Qinghe laughed helplessly, and had no choice but to coax: "I have no feeling for empathy, I just like you who are arrogant and unreasonable."

Shang Shaocheng said indifferently: "Remember, there is no free lunch in the world, let alone being nice for no reason. If one day you feel that someone is treating you abnormally, then he definitely has a plan."

Cen Qinghe laughed and joked, "I think it's not normal for you to treat me so well."

Shang Shaocheng replied unabashedly: "I have plans for you, and I have plans."

Cen Qinghe pouted, "Cut."

Shang Shaocheng said: "Hurry up and come back after the funeral."

"I know, I have booked round-trip tickets."

While talking, Cen Qinghe walked to the balcony. This hotel was booked by Cheng Jiahe a long time ago. It is a garden resort hotel. When the curtains were opened, the backyard was full of pavilions and trees with the atmosphere of Jiangcheng, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Cen Qinghe couldn't help acting coquettishly with Shang Shaocheng, "When are you taking me to Provence? The daylilies I've been waiting for are all cold."

(End of this chapter)