Waiting for you to fall a flower

Ye Beicheng drove all the way to the villa by the sea, but the room was deserted. Obviously, Qianxue had left.

He returned to the car and rubbed his forehead with his hand. Jing Ya called and told him that Yang Qianxue might have gone home.

So he quickly drove to Qianxue's house and stopped the car. He stood under a locust tree and looked at the familiar beige curtains, which radiated orange light. The familiar scene made his heart sink gradually.

A few years ago, he stood under this old locust tree, waiting for Qianxue to come out, and then they went out together.

Every time he sent her back after the meeting, he would wait until she went upstairs and turned on the lights. The beige curtains glowed orange before he could leave safely.

This was only a few years ago, but it seemed to have been a long time ago. When I think of it now, it is like recalling a long time ago, and my heart is as sour as a jar of vinegar.

During the three years he thought Qianxue had died, he had been here many times, almost once a week, even though the lights in that room were never turned on again.

Now that the familiar room that he had not seen for a long time radiated a familiar light again, all the feelings he had brought to him proved that he had loved the woman who lived in that room.

Ye Beicheng called Qianxue, but she hung up. He called again, and she hung up.

Later, he texted, "I'm downstairs. Can I come out?"

After waiting for a long time, Yang Qianxue did not reply. Ye Beicheng leaned against the car seat and looked at the window guiltily. He knew that she would look at him through the crack.

Didi... The sound of the text message, Ye Beicheng quickly shifted his eyes to the phone, there was only one sentence on it: "You go back, I'm fine."

"Qianxue, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to hurt Jing Ya, but I only have one heart, and I can't split it in half, so I can only hurt one of you..."

This time, Qianxue replied very quickly, but the contents of the reply made the corner of Ye Beicheng's eyes wet, and his heart was like cotton, blocking up the pain.

"North city, can't you really love me? Love me like three years ago? Is it really not okay? If I had known this would happen, I would have died three years ago."

Ye Beicheng gripped his phone tightly, feeling nothing but heartache. He didn't have the strength to reply to a text message.

As time passed by, Yang Qianxue never came out. Ye Beicheng had typed more than a hundred words during this period, but the last word was not sent out. He felt that no matter which word in the hundred words was received by Qianxue, it would break her heart.

He tossed his phone aside in annoyance. He leaned on the steering wheel and breathed deeply. Then he looked up, started the engine, left the locust tree, left the orange light, and left the place he had visited countless times over the years.

Halfway through the car, a text message came from the cell phone that had been thrown aside. Ye Beicheng slammed on the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, picked up the cell phone trembling, and said a long sentence:

"Maybe we used to love each other, but we are still friends now. Our degenerated feelings have changed from waterfalls to streams or underground water. But water is still water. We can still be friends. I don't know if you really love her, but one thing I know very well is that I really love you and never stop."

Yang Qianxue could not wait for Ye Beicheng's reply, so she knew the answer. Sitting alone on the cold floor, she typed these words with tears in her eyes. Some words could not be said in person, but there must be a way to let the other party know.

It was one o' clock in the morning when Ye Beicheng got home. Jing Ya had been waiting for him. She couldn't sleep at all. What happened today was like a bomb that broke the hearts of three people.

"Did you find her?" She asked softly in the dark.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ye Beicheng took off his clothes quietly. He was afraid to wake her up, but he didn't expect her to be awake.

"Although she is my rival in love, I am not a cold-blooded person."

"She's fine. She's home."

Ye Beicheng answered faintly, his voice very tired.

"What did you talk about?" Jing Ya actually wanted to know what the outcome was.

"Nothing. I didn't see her. I just texted her for a while."

He didn't intend to tell Jing Ya the contents of the text message, but to say those words would only make her more stressed, because he understood her kindness.

"Are you really going to break up with Qianxue?"

"Or what?" He sat by the bed and didn't turn on the light. He took Jing Ya's hand and placed it on his chest, "You're here with me. What can I do?"

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Tell you what?"

"Why didn't you tell me what you said to Yang Qianxue?"

If he had explained it to her that night, maybe she wouldn't feel sad right now. She always wanted to love and not to love, to believe and not to believe. It wasn't necessary. It was just natural that she didn't dare.

"I wanted to tell you, but you didn't give me the chance to tell you. That day at the company, you said that you were no longer an 18-year-old fool. Whatever I said, you thought I was lying to you. What else could I say..."

Jing Ya bit his lip, "So you really won't divorce me?"

"Yeah." Ye Beicheng said softly, got up and said, "I'm going to take a bath. You can sleep."

This night, Jing Ya was thinking about what Ye Beicheng would say to Yang Qianxue in the first half of the night, and then in the second half of the night, she was thinking, will Ye Beicheng and Yang Qianxue really end up like this? The same city, such a large area, how could they be strangers from now on? What's more, all men have a first love complex, such as Di Tengyu, and even now they can't forget her.

Compared to jingya's heart full of worries, Yang Qianxue's heart was full of sadness. The man she had loved for many years, not only fell in love with others, but even married, and she was the last one to know.

Qin Lan saw her daughter come back, crying her heart out. She hugged Qianxue and cried over and over again, "My child, you're finally back. Mother knew you weren't dead. You can't die. This is all a lie made up by that heartless man Ye Beicheng. My daughter, you're finally back. You're finally back..."

Qianxue leaned into his mother's arms and cried bitterly, half because of his family and half because of love.

After Ye Beicheng left, she locked herself in the room and didn't sleep for a night. In the morning, qin lan opened the door with a spare key. When she saw her sitting on the floor, she came forward in shock and pain and asked, "Baby, why are you sitting on the floor?"

Ye Beicheng had already told Yang Qianxue about qin lan's intermittent mental illness, so she knew that her mother couldn't be stimulated, so she didn't tell her about Ye Beicheng's change of heart.

"It's okay. I'll just sit for a while."

She stood up with her hands on the edge of the bed and stayed up all night, physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'm fine. Let's go to dinner with mom."

Qin Lan carefully caressed her into the living room, helped her pull up the stool, and piled all the delicious food that he had cooked for his daughter in the morning into her bowl. That kind of love and concern had surpassed any mother.

"Mom, thank you. There's no need to carry so much. I can't finish it."

Qianxue smiled bitterly. She knew that she was her mother's life and everything. She always wanted to leave the best for her only daughter.

She didn't even allow anyone to hurt her daughter, even if that person was Ye Beicheng. When she was in love with Ye Beicheng, her mother strongly objected, saying that such a family was not her last home, so in order to get her mother's approval, both she and Ye Beicheng had to put in a lot of effort and thought. Later on, her mother finally agreed, but now, In a word, she already had someone else in her heart, but all her efforts in the past were in vain.

That's why she didn't dare to talk to her mother about Ye Beicheng. She was afraid that according to her mother's character, she would do something extreme.

"Are you still thinking about ye?"

Seeing that she was absent-minded, qin lan asked with a cold face.

"No, I haven't seen him since I came back..." Qianxue lowered her head and lied, not daring to look her mother in the eye.

"Don't go see him. That man has forgotten about you!"

Qin Lan gritted his teeth and reminded her that Qianxue listened to his mother and said nothing, tears rolling in his eyes.

Seeing her so calm, Qin Lan felt something was wrong. She knew how much her daughter and Ye Beicheng loved each other back then. How could she hear him forget about her now and not even have a look of panic and surprise?

"Have you seen him?"

She suddenly stood up and stared at her daughter opposite her.

"No, no, sit down first. Why do you keep mentioning him..."

Yang Qianxue hurriedly comforted her mother, afraid that she would get sick again because she was too excited.

Qin Lan sat down, but his eyes never left his daughter for a second. The gloom and sadness in Qianxue's eyes could not escape her observation.

"You didn't sleep well last night. Go and sleep for a while."

After breakfast, Qin Lan cleaned up the table and chairs as he urged his daughter to go to bed.

She had already faintly sensed that her precious daughter must have stayed up all night.

Qianxue nodded and turned towards the bedroom. When she saw her daughter's back so lonely and lonely, Qin Lan's heart was like a knife, and the hatred in her eyes was like a raging fire.

Yang Qianxue was probably really too tired and fell asleep in bed very quickly. Qin Lan went into the room and covered her with the quilt, then turned around and left the house.

When she went out, she took a plastic bucket with half a bucket of water in it and took a taxi to the Ye group.

After getting out of the car, she stormed to the front desk and said expressionlessly, "Let ye and yu come down to see me!"

Moli, the receptionist, frowned and asked Nuonuo with a smile, "Auntie, what do you want to talk to us about Mr. And Mrs. Ye Boss?"

Couple? Qin Lan spat, "Bullshit couple, stop talking nonsense and let them down. If they don't come down, I'll look for them one floor at a time!"

Moli gulped and called Li Da, "Come to me, something's wrong."