President's Naughty Baby

This is a deep alley, with houses made of red brick and green tiles on both sides, covered with moss.

Ruan Qing wore soft soled leather shoes and stepped lightly on the blue slate road. Sporadic light rain fell and wet the green Parthenocissus on both sides.

Never forget

I can't forget your fault

I can't forget your good

I can't forget walking in the rain

I can't forget the hug in the wind

Cai Qin's mellow and transparent contralto echoed in the whole alley like autumn water. Ruan Qing came to a door and gently buckled the doorring.

A woman in a lake green skirt opened the door and said, "is that Miss Ruan?"

Ruan Qing nodded, and the woman led her into the yard.

This is a yard full of poetic and picturesque. The house in the middle faces south. It is a pure Chinese building. It has the taste of tile roofed houses in the south of the Yangtze River. There are gardens on both sides. It is small, but it is full of roses, red, white, pink and ready to bloom.

The owner is also very elegant. He keeps a few Kingfisher. When he sees someone coming, he chirps constantly.

Ruan Qing never knew there was such a place in city B. There was a different courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River in the northern city, which was refreshing.

"Where is he?" Asked Ruan Qing.

Push the door into a cafe. The decoration inside is low-key and elegant, with unique style, which makes people feel very relaxed and comfortable at first.

Yunshangjing is wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He sits at the table by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand, but his eyes float out of the window.

I haven't seen him for months. Yunshangjing seems to have matured a lot. Ruan Qing finds that he has beard residue.

The woman asked Ruan Qing what kind of coffee she wanted to drink. Ruan Qing said, "as long as it's not bitter."

The woman stepped back with a smile.

"Coffee is not bitter. You're not embarrassing others."

Yunshangjing looked back like Ruan Qing.

Ruan Qing said, "since you open the door to do business, you have to meet the needs of different customers. After all, everyone has different tastes."

Yun Shangjing said softly, "your opinion is still so unique."

Ruan Qing smiled calmly and changed the topic: "this place is so remote that you can find it."

"Wei Lan used to like to come here!"

Ruan Qing raised her head. Yunshangjing's expression was very light. She couldn't see her emotion, but the loneliness in her eyes betrayed his disguise.

"The dead are gone. You should start your life again."

Ruan Qing had been brewing for a long time and said a vulgar comforting word.

Yunshangjing sipped his coffee. The coffee he ordered was very dark, like a cup of poison. Ruan Qing felt very bitter when she looked at it. Sure enough, yunshangjing's eyebrows wrinkled and wrinkled. It took a long time to taste it.

"The name of this cup of coffee is Espresso, which is the bitterest of all coffees. Wei Lan orders it every time she comes. She said that a cafe without espresso is not called a cafe, and people who haven't drunk espresso don't drink coffee. In the past, she always felt that she was enjoying it. She knew that the best coffee was also the bitterest."

Ruan Qing knew that yunshangjing missed Wei Lan, but she didn't know how to comfort. At this time, the woman in green brought a cup of cappuccino. Ruan Qing tasted it and it was delicious, but she pushed it aside and said to the woman in green, "give me a cup of espresso!"

The woman in green is the landlady here. She has a nice name, Lanxi. She has the same name as Wei Lan's mother.

Lanxi was surprised: "is Miss Ruan not afraid of hardship?"

Ruan Qing said, "I'm afraid, but I still have to taste it. Only after tasting it can I know how bitter it is."

Lanxi nodded and retreated.

Yunshangjing stared at Ruan Qing and stirred the cup spoon with his fingers: "Ruan Qing, thank you for being with me."

Ruan Qing said, "I can only comfort you like this."

Yunshangjing looked out of the window and looked unspeakably lonely. Ruan Qing remembers seeing Yun Shangjing for the first time. At that time, he was still a young man with high spirits and was very frivolous. At that time, he publicly said he liked her. In fact, Ruan Qing had long seen that there was no her in the boy's eyes, so she resisted him and rejected him everywhere.

"Ruan Qing, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"France!"

"It's a romantic place."

"Wei Lan likes it there."

"Shang Jing, if you can't forget it, let another girl replace her!"

"Ruan Qing, in the world of love, I made unforgivable mistakes. The answer I tried hard to prove was nothing more than a misunderstanding. The reasons I deliberately ignored were just my cowardly performance of love. In the final analysis, it was because I didn't love enough."

Ruan Qing and Yun Shangjing said goodbye. On the covered bluestone Road, the lonely figure of the boy disappeared in an orange sunset.

Ruan Qing felt sour in her nose and uncomfortable in her eyes. Yun Shangjing said, "it'll be gone in the future, Ruan Qing."

"Then it's gone. The clouds are still beautiful."

She hoped that he could forget everything about Wei Lan and find a new love in that brilliant country of France. After all, he was so young that he should not live in sadness forever.

Some people may say that Yun Shangjing should die with Wei Lan, which is his loyalty to love. But most people don't know that sometimes living is the most painful torture. No matter whether Yun Shangjing has a new lover in the future, he will never forget Wei Lan for the rest of his life.

Perhaps this is Wei Lan's courage to finally give up her life. She makes a man remember her all her life in the most sad way.

Ruan Qing took a deep breath into the sky and suddenly a cold liquid fell on her face.

It rained.

Ruan Qing went to the cafe and asked Lanxi to borrow an umbrella. Ruan Qing insisted on buying it. After all, it was impossible to come here again in the future. Lanxi insisted on refusing, saying that young master Yun had donated enough money here and could almost buy the whole house. Lanxi also said that it would be demolished soon, and the umbrella should be left as a souvenir for customers.

Ruan Qing felt it was a pity that such a poetic place was destroyed by a profiteer.

The rain is not particularly heavy, and the sky has not yet darkened. Ruan Qing walks slowly in the alley with an oil paper umbrella. There are some old houses here, and the traffic is not particularly good, so few cars come in. Fortunately, Ruan Qing is not in a hurry, and Wuxun leaves work late in the south, so Ruan Qing is not in a hurry to go back.

Ruan Qing found that the residents here love to plant roses. Many flowers come out through the wall, like peeping into the outside world. Ruan Qing saw that the flowers were beautiful, reflecting raindrops and pear flowers with rain. I felt pity at first sight, so she couldn't help picking one and holding it in her hand. After smelling it, it was very fragrant.

"You get out, get out!"

Suddenly, a quarrel came from the end of the alley. Ruan Qing couldn't help looking back. She saw a lot of paper scattered in front of the door of a family at the end of the alley. An old lady with white hair and bent back was standing at the door swearing.

There were also two people standing in front of her, both in black suits. One man held an umbrella to protect the other man from the rain. It seemed to be a relationship between superiors and subordinates.