Chapter 62

After a short pause, his ten fingers were pounding on the keyboard, and a string of letters flowed out under his fingers. At this time, you don't need to look at his face to know that he is extremely confident, even a little conceited.

Yes, a person with such arrogant ability is fully qualified for conceit. As a young man, he took charge of Zhang's group. In just a few years, he put the whole Zhang's group in the forefront of the industry. The annual GDP increased by several percentage points compared with the previous generation of president, which was enough to show the world his talents.

However, he is not a born business genius, but he is used to hiding his efforts and always appears as a versatile person. He pays several times more efforts and sweat than others in the invisible corner. In the former villa study, almost all the spaces were books, each with his handwriting or mark. And those books, whether professional books or non professional books, he will read, so that he can use a variety of perspectives to see the same problem, and solve the problem more satisfactorily.

Just like his driving skills, in a short period of time, improve so fast! As long as he wants to learn, want to have things, he will try his best to have.

Why did she know him so well?

Zhang lingshuo didn't know when he had slowed down the speed of tapping the keyboard, and quietly let the woman on his side look at him. He knew she was looking at him, and she was willing to look at him, after all the suffering he had given her.

Zhang lingshuo thought, fingertips speed up, he needs to deal with these cumbersome things early, can't let her wait too long.

And he did not dare to guarantee that if she continued to watch him, he would directly kick away the work that had to be completed in the morning and go out with her soft hand.

As time goes by, Zhang lingshuo presses the confirmation key on the keyboard, and everything is over, which makes him feel very good.

And the little woman around him had already fallen asleep on his shoulder, and the soft hair fell down from her cheek and touched his arm, itching.

Quietly, he leaned over her delicate forehead and printed a shallow kiss.

At this time, the sunshine outside the window is just right, and the birds are also cheering in the small garden. What a picture of autumn afternoon.

It's beautiful here. It's really beautiful. The clean and neat lines of the sports car are cut on both sides of the barren fields. The dust behind the car is light, and the picture is as beautiful as a car advertisement.

Through a dilapidated Qing Dynasty archway, the whole body of the archway is covered with mottled colors. It is washed out of loneliness by hundreds of years of wind and rain. It looks lonely and desolate in the bright sunshine. Under the archway, there are two stone turtles carrying huge archways. They gaze straight ahead. The turtle on the right side is complete and vivid. The head of the stone turtle on the left side has been knocked off, and only one turtle is carrying the archway blindly. There are words on the archway, white on black background, too far away to see.

Mo Hui sits in the car, turns around slightly, looks through the rearview mirror to the old memorial archway which gradually retreats.

Seeing this, Zhang lingshuo turned the car around and returned to the bottom of the memorial archway.

Mo Hui looks at Zhang lingshuo in surprise. Does he know her mind?

When the car stops, Mo Hui tries to open the door and is stopped by Zhang lingshuo.

"It's windy here. Put on your coat." Then he took a light blue sweater from the back seat, carefully draped it over Mo Hui's body, and then put on a thick coat before he said, "now you can go down."

Zhang lingshuo smiles and opens the door.

Mo got out of the car and went straight to the side of the archway where the characters were engraved.

She is familiar with the word. It's almost from urine.

All of a sudden, the black and white eyes suddenly filled with mist, and hands trembled to caress the writing on the stone. This word did not come into being at the same time as the memorial archway. It was obviously an addition to the inscription by later generations.

If the two love for a long time, how persistent with the world!

Zhang ruoding, 1990.

Grandfather Zhang, grandfather Zhang, you have been here for a long time. Why do you always appear when you are helpless? You are the noble man of Mo Hui, aren't you?

"Xiao Mo Hui, people will always encounter some twists and turns in this life, but as long as Xiao Mo Hui doesn't give up. One day, there will be a person to guard Xiao Mo Hui, but before that, Xiao Mo Hui needs to learn to guard the people you care about, and try to ignore the consequences and simply follow his inner feelings. Grandfather Zhang is very lucky. When he was very young, he met someone who wanted to protect him all his life. Even now that heaven and man are separated forever, grandfather Zhang can still feel that she is not far away, guarding me silently in another time and space. That time and space may be on the other side of the mountain, at the end of the blue sky and white clouds... " Years of mottled, like light and shadow back to a sunny afternoon, the old man sat in the yard chair, looking nostalgically at the distant mountains of white clouds, said to her.

At that time, she did not understand that, but still nodded her head seriously.

“…… Little mo Hui, why don't you talk? Do you think my grandfather talks too much? Shuo boy is the same. He loves my grandfather very much, but he can't wipe his face and say a few nice words. Every time I write back just a few sentences, what's the result? How about the monthly income of Zhang's group. Do I care about the money? Only care that he can accompany me for a period of time, as long as he is willing to accompany me to talk, take a walk, also right to give him a relaxation, don't let his nerves too tight. But ah, he just didn't want to run around the world all day and send back the tea from a new place. I don't know whether this guy is stupid or stupid. Can I finish sending so much tea as an old man? Even if the drink to the whole night of insomnia. It's better for Xiao Mo to come back and accompany my grandfather often, but he just listens and doesn't speak... "Mo Hui stares at the stone with black background and white characters in front of him. He seems to see grandfather Zhang's loving smile and cunning eyes. His gray hair is always neatly combed. As long as her eyes stay on his head for more than a second, he explains helplessly: "if you don't take care of it, you'll be disgusted by his grandmother."

The tone is endless nostalgia.

She has heard the story of Zhang's grandfather and grandmother countless times. Sometimes in his spare afternoon, he makes a pot of tea and begins to tell the story, sometimes when the sky is full of red clouds.

It was the most difficult time for her to forget and the most beautiful story she had ever heard.

The men and women in the story grew up, but there was a huge gap between the rich and the poor. At that time, commitment was more important than everything. Even if grandma Zhang's parents didn't want their daughter to marry poor grandfather Zhang, they still had to fulfill the commitment they made many years ago. From then on, there was more warmth and sweetness in the poor cabin. The material poverty did not make their love unhappy. Instead, they fell in love with the sweet little habit of sharing a small bed and a bowl of rice.

Maybe there are a lot of hardships, but grandfather Zhang never mentioned them. He always recalls the happy past with a smile.

Since then, such a small story has taken root and sprouted in her heart, and she, a poor girl, also happens to meet Zhang lingshuo, a rich family member.

The same background, but the background of men and women turned a position, the result is very different.

Mo back thinking, the head was wearing a light ring, but also with a faint aroma.

She looked up and saw a long scratch on the back of Zhang lingshuo's hand.

"Do you like this garland?" Zhang lingshuo chuckled and adjusted the wreath on Mo huitou to a good-looking angle. He liked the pink and tender flowers with her elegant taste.

Don't turn around and let him see her tears.

"Are you crying with joy? It's just a wreath, and I can cry like this. I really convince you. " Zhang lingshuo's tone was slightly distressed, but he didn't mean to dislike it.

Skillfully holding her into his arms, they must be a pair made by heaven, even hugging are so fit.

Zhang lingshuo followed Mo Hui's vision to see the words on the stone carving. He had long guessed that his grandfather's temperament would leave traces in a corner of the village. He thought it would be a memorial archway or a pavilion on Huiyin cliff. But when he saw the handwriting that had not been seen for a long time, he was still stunned and his lips showed a clear smile.

"You miss your grandfather again?" He frowned.

Mo Hui nodded his head invisibly.

Zhang lingshuo's pure black eyes flashed a trace of joy, which made the pure black delicate eyes more attractive, and even his excellent appearance was a bit of joy.

"When you're better, I'll take you to see him. He was with his grandmother. The place where they slept was covered with flowers that his grandmother liked, tea that his grandfather liked, and a shallow stream. Grandfather had promised his grandmother that he would be buried with her when she died, so that she would not be afraid in a dark and cold place by herself. " Zhang lingshuo said slowly, hugging Mo Hui for a few minutes, as if to integrate her into his own bone marrow.

Mo Hui felt very painful, but he welcomed the pain.

"There are many photos of grandparents at home. I will tell you the story of each photo one by one, OK?" Zhang lingshuo asked.

Don't be silent.

Such a future, she dare not expect.

She struggled slightly, Zhang lingshuo quickly released his arm, afraid to hurt her.

Mo Hui pushes Zhang lingshuo away and walks to the car. Zhang lingshuo looks at Mo Hui's thin figure. He can't remember her plump and healthy appearance. He can only see this thin figure in his eyes and heart.

He knows, she is struggling, it doesn't matter, as long as she is struggling, he is around.

Take a deep breath, and he quickly catches up with her. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rings. Zhang lingshuo frowns slightly and takes out his mobile phone.

"Hello." His voice was obviously unhappy. He didn't want anyone to disturb him and Mo Hui at this time.