Arbor dye Acacia

Chapter 35

After a serious illness, the relationship between Tong Ali and Qiao Yiliang has become a bit complicated. It can't be said that they use each other, but it can't be said that they trust each other completely. It seems that some kind of force is pulling a contest. Sometimes Qiao Yiliang treats her It's like treating a daughter, sometimes it's like treating an opponent, and sometimes it's like treating a lover.

After quieting down, Tong Ali began to think about selling gas stations.She estimated and calculated the current market price, and even scanned all the legal documents.After such tinkering, one day when Qiao Yiliang's window was lit, she leaned against the window and watched for a long time, and she was sure that the person in the room over there was really Qiao Yiliang.Tong Ali turned off the light in her room, then picked up the flashlight and turned it on and off at Qiao Yiliang's window, the light flickered on and off, and after a while, Qiao Yiliang opened the window and looked over up.

On this day, Qiao Yiliang drove Tong Ali to the gas station.In the evening, the car pulled over to the side of the road.

There was no music in the car, it was very quiet.Qiao Yiliang looked at the closed gas station leisurely with warm eyes, and looked at the busy traffic around him, he tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingertips carelessly, and after a while he turned his face and asked Tong Ali: "Are you really going to sell it? Willing?" That's where she grew up.

"What if we don't sell it? If we keep this place, it will become a ticking time bomb when Fang Ziyue comes out of prison." Tong Ali couldn't help but sigh, looking at the gas station is a pity, how could she be willing?As she spoke, she muttered again, and her tone at this time was that of a money fan: "The land is getting more and more valuable these days, and the money is worthless. In the past few years, the city was rebuilt, and I have already counted it as the second ring road. No matter how high it is sold, it will still be a loss .”

Qiao Yiliang naturally understood Tong Ali's meaning, his dark eyes were particularly deep in the night, he turned to look at Tong Ali, just waiting for her to continue.

I heard Tong Ali think about it: "So I think maybe I can tear down the gas station and build something more profitable..." Tong Ali pouted a little dryly, mainly because she hadn't sorted out the problem yet. Thread, this looks really like a soft fox, lazy and impatient.

Qiao Yiliang smiled when he saw it, the corners of his slightly cool mouth curled up slightly, and he turned his face to approach her, spraying the warm breath on the tip of Tong Ali's small nose.The expression is intimate, but the eyes are shrewd, "I can't figure it out, let me help you?"

Tong Ali was dumbfounded, moved his lips, his whole body was a little empty, his fingers were twisted, he raised his chin slightly, and asked naively: "Do you have a good idea?"

Qiao Yiliang sunned her eyes, looked at her misty and clear eyes, and looked forward with her light eyes. She didn't answer, but said: "Don't worry, wait for me to think about it." Then he patted her face and said : "Let's go, let's go shopping."

Where do other people go shopping?Generally speaking, they will squeeze into the bustling places, right?What about these two people?The car drove more and more sideways all the way, with black lights and blind lights, but it went all the way to the outside of the city.The car drove forward, and when it stopped, there were two shivering paper lanterns in front of the house number in the dark winter, and the dim yellow light still reflected four bleak characters, Lingxin Cemetery.

Lingxin Cemetery is Fang Yue's resting place.

Tong Ali was not surprised when she saw Qiao Yiliang driving the car here. She got out of the car calmly, turned on the flashlight function of her mobile phone, and walked in first while stepping on the muddy mud. I don't know where to find a more evil red lantern.Tong Ali looked back and raised her eyebrows, half of her face was flushed red, she was really beautiful.Qiao Yiliang shrugged, and she answered naturally without her asking: "The leftovers from the Chinese New Year."

After Fang Yue was buried, Tong Ali never came here again.To be honest, she doesn't like it here, she subconsciously avoids it.She really didn't want to admit that her mother was still lively and warm to her just a moment ago.In the next moment, he will be silently and forever buried in the cold stone box and mud.

"My mother told me that she watched "Blue Mansion" with my dad that year, and there was a saying in it, 'If I use his ballpoint pen and keep writing his name until the water dries up, he will will fall in love with me.” Later, my mother fell in love with my dad, and she knew he was married but still said, “Lend me your ballpoint pen, and I will keep writing your name until the water Write until you fall in love with me.'" At this point, Tong Ali smiled lightly, bent down, and touched Yue's photo on the tombstone, "But in fact, at that time, Dad had already fallen in love with Mom. The immoral love fulfilled their inner rebellion and their romance, and then, there was me."

As she said that, she knelt down in front of the grave, suddenly raised her face to look at Qiao Yiliang, and asked him in a daze: "Do you think it is right or wrong to intervene in other people's marriages in the name of love?"

"This world is never black and white." Qiao Yiliang squatted down, her eyebrows were like distant mountains under the dim candlelight.He just looked at Tong Ali quietly, put his hand on the top of her hair, and said softly: "Don't think about it, it's not your fault."

But Tong Ali suddenly got a little aggressive, her eyes were foggy, but she slightly raised her red lips and asked him charmingly: "Qiao Yiliang, will you marry me?"

Qiao Yiliang looked at him, but this time he extinguished the lantern in his hand and threw it away.The back of his hand slowly covered Tong Ali's eyes, bent over and hugged her, suppressed and indulged: "Hey, don't make trouble."

Tong Ali was not afraid, she pulled away Qiao Yiliang's hand covering her eyes, and giggled like a silver bell.

That night, Qiao Yiliang hugged Tong Ali like this, and walked in the dark graveyard one by one.

Tong Ali was very quiet at first, but then she suddenly put her arms around Qiao Yiliang's neck, put her head close to his ear, and murmured in a soft and tender voice: "At the scene of the accident, I saw blood all over the ground with my own eyes. I didn’t cry. I didn’t cry when my mother was buried. I really didn’t know what to do in the mourning hall. After all, rumors are fiercer than tigers! I had to squeeze onion juice and drip it on a handkerchief. , I came here uninvited." These words were obviously evil, and also a little cold and cold, but Qiao Yiliang felt tight from the bottom of his heart, feeling a little distressed.

He lowered his head, pressed his cold lips against her warm forehead, and kissed her forehead.Vaguely, he also heard the little girl in his arms whispering: "Third brother, I want to have a family."

(End of this chapter)