Chapter 274

"Jinjiang road - Gu's villa is here!" With the driver's light call, aunt Xu wakes up from her free state.

"Gu's villa is a famous villa in Qingcheng. It's the richest man in Qingcheng. Gu's president is Gu Junqing's home and old lady. It's wonderful -"

the driver's eyes can see all the things in the world, the driver's mouth can talk and talk. It seems that they are sent by heaven to dig out the complicated world.

Aunt Xu didn't respond to the driver's question, and even paid the fare without looking askance. The taxi driver said indignantly, "who do you think you are? You know Gu Junqing. What's so amazing? At such an age, you're really - ungracious -"

a slip of smoke The driver left, deliberately slowing down when passing by Aunt Xu and presenting a pair of diaphragmatic faces and eyebrows.

Aunt Xu turned a blind eye to this. She has lived for most of her life. She has never seen anything. Everyone in the world will have it. There is no need to work hard for a few harsh words. She has to save her strength to meet important people.

The important person she wants to meet is Gu Xiuyuan.

The villa of Gu family is very luxurious. It is located in a quiet area. The garden style villa is very eye-catching. Looking around, the green and white buildings are very eye-catching. Simplicity is not simple. It is vividly reflected here.

The iron art door is very exquisite. It should be specially made in foreign countries. Gu Xiuyuan's love for iron art is beyond ordinary people, because Zhuang Shenglan's favorite ornament in those years was iron art products. People who see things and think about people, but fall in love but can't get together will be moved by the things that lovers like.

Touching the iron fence door, aunt Xu craned her neck and looked forward to it. The space of the villa was very large, and the lawn was as beautiful as a myth. Gu Xiuyuan's life was very pleasant and happy. Looking back at his wife, aunt Xu's heart was tight, and her eyes were wet.

"What are you doing, sneaky!" Aunt Xu's long stay attracted the attention of the housekeeper. This area is a famous rich area, and the safety measures are in place. Therefore, aunt Xu's abnormality aroused the housekeeper's vigilance. Aunt Xu seems to be regarded as a person with bad intentions.

"Please inform me that I want to see Mr. Gu and Mr. Gu Xiuyuan."

"Oh? Want to see our master? " The housekeeper looked around and thought carefully.

Xu Liyun has lived in the dealer and Huo family for many years. Her noble and elegant temperament has not been polished away by the years. Her slender figure and fair skin do not look as rough and clumsy as years of hard work.

Following the housekeeper's questioning eyes, aunt Xu said boldly, "I'm an old friend with Mr. Gu. Now I've come to see my old friend specially, so please inform the housekeeper. Thank you!"

"How can I introduce you?"

"Xu Liyun, just say that Xu Liyun wants to see Master gu!"

"Well, wait here!" Just as the housekeeper was about to turn around, a female voice behind him called out: "Lao Cao, I've been dawdling with someone there for a long time. My wife has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Coming, coming soon!" The housekeeper looked back at Aunt Xu. She didn't feel like a liar, so she left in a hurry.

Aunt Xu was waiting outside the door for acridine. Until dark, no one came out to respond to her.

When the cool wind blows on her face, aunt Xu doesn't feel any pain at all. What makes her more painful than the cold wind is that no one cares. Her depressed mood is like the ice lump in winter.

Seeing Gu Xiuyuan is the only way to cure Zhuang Shenglan. Only aunt Xu knows that Zhuang Shenglan's illness can't be delayed any longer. If she can't cure and recuperate well, I'm afraid --

thinking of this, aunt Xu's tears are like a flood.

The night is getting darker. Aunt Xu is standing alone in the garden style villa decorated by Gu family. The trend of thought is rolling. Does Gu Xiuyuan forget the past, forget everything, and even neglect to see her?

Aunt Xu's heart was cold to the bottom of the valley. She leaned against the door and fell into a dull thinking.

Night, like a black spirit, envelops the earth and freezes aunt Xu's heart to the freezing point.

How the frustrated and frustrated aunt Xu came back to the hospital is probably not clear to her. She only knows that when her eyes touch Zhuang Shenglan sleeping in the ward, Zhuang Shenglan's thin face, towering cheekbones, and bloodless face, aunt Xu once again sticks to her own idea:

"madam, I don't have to work hard, I will, I will If you don't give up, ma'am, be strong! "

The hearts of aunt Xu and Zhuang Shenglan are closely linked. They have gone through the wind and rain, gone through the vicissitudes of life, and long gone beyond the blood relationship.

For several days in a row, aunt Xu would go to Gu's garden house and wait. She was not so much waiting for Gu Xiuyuan's interview, but rather waiting for a dream, a knot and hope that Zhuang Shenglan could not solve.

However, what she didn't know was that Gu Xiuyuan and Zhong Jinyu had gone to France, and it would take some time to come back.

The housekeeper calls Gu Xiuyuan, but the person who answers the phone is Zhong Jinyu.

She roughly understood the housekeeper's narration and knew Xu Liyun, who was waiting outside the house in Gu's garden. But she didn't intend to let Gu Xiuyuan receive the call, so she solemnly told the housekeeper under the guise of Gu Xiuyuan's meaning: "the master is not feeling well, some old friends and old things are easy to arouse the master's worries, so let's send her away!"Zhong Jinyu's mood of playing in France was suddenly damaged, and she was a little depressed.

Although Gu Xiuyuan's love for Zhong Jinyu is not as unforgettable as his first love, time is a butcher's knife. It can pull away the relationship between people and also shorten the distance between people. With the influence of time, Gu Xiuyuan's love for Zhong Jinyu turns into family love.

"What's the matter? In a daze early in the morning, the French style is so romantic, I always like to come to France! Is it -- homesick? "

Gu Xiuyuan teases Zhong Jinyu.

"No, I've enjoyed my trip to France, but I've always thought of some old things and feelings lately."

"Oh, it's going to be a poet's rhythm. The poet's feelings come from his feelings." Gu Xiuyuan joked and lifted a wisp of broken hair in front of her forehead.

"Oh, why are you crying?" Gu Xiuyuan suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem and had to raise his attention.

"What's the matter, unhappy?" Zhong Jinyu has realized that Gu Xiuyuan has been very kind to her recently. From his indifference when he got married to his concern now, Gu Xiuyuan has really made great progress.

She knew that she was forced to give it to Gu Xiuyuan. If it wasn't for Mrs. Gu's insistence and determination, how could Zhong Jinyu marry a man who had been in secret love for a long time.

"Xiuyuan --" Zhong Jinyu's address to him made him stunned. She always called herself husband.

"Well," when he can't figure out the situation, it's always Gu Xiuyuan's rule to talk less.

"Xiuyuan, tell me the truth!" Zhong Jinyu looked at Gu Xiuyuan seriously.

"I've been telling you the truth all the time. It's still doubtful." Gu Xiuyuan poured a cup of hot tea and looked at the fragrance of tea.

"Xiuyuan, are you still thinking about her?" Zhong Jinyu's question was not only in Gu Xiuyuan's expectation, but also out of his expectation. Unexpectedly, she asked so suddenly.

"It's impossible to say that there is no relationship at all, but there is no relationship between us! When I let Qing'er marry Huo Zhi, I was very magnanimous and natural! But I didn't expect these two children - ah - "

GU Xiuyuan sighed.

"Xiuyuan, at the beginning let Qing'er marry her daughter, is it really just your last promise to her?"

"Well, yes!"

"If she came to you now, what would you do?" Zhong Jinyu's most worried question and most wanted to hear the answer was this. Her heart was raised in her throat, but it was still unresolved.

"She won't, her self-esteem is very strong, and now the Huo family has fallen. If I give her a helping hand at this time, she will not be grateful, but will suffer, so - she won't come to me, Zhuang Shenglan will always be proud and charming!"

Gu Xiuyuan frowned and took a sip of tea. When he looked up again, Zhong Jinyu clearly saw the crystal tears in his eyes.

Old people are forgetful, but they don't forget to miss each other. Gu Xiuyuan's heart suddenly floats far away. There is Gu Xiuyuan in the green years, and Zhuang Shenglan in the graceful.

Under the banyan trees by the pond, a pair of young men and women love each other. On the playground, basketball court, quiet corridor, happy as flying years.

"Xiuyuan, I must marry you!"

"Shenglan, I have to marry you"

"we will always be together, and we will grow old together!"

Young men and women who indulge in love regard love as supreme, and nothing in reality can stop them from loving.

"I went home today and said to my mother, our business! Shenglan, you must wait for me. You can't marry anyone else! "

"Well, Xiuyuan, in this life, I have to marry you! You will not fail me, I will not fail you! "

"Well, I will live up to the Tathagata and the Qing in this life!"

Those vows are still floating in my ears, but the people who love each other have already separated!

That night, Gu Xiuyuan was in his study. He was so emotional that he couldn't sleep. He wrote "hairpin Phoenix" with a splash of ink.

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, and willows on the palace walls in spring. East wind evil, happy thin, a sad mood, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red. Peach blossom fall, leisure pool Pavilion, although the mountain alliance, brocade book difficult to trust. Mo, Mo, Mo!

the world is thin, the human relationship is evil, the rain sends dusk, the flower falls easily. Xiao Fengqian, tears residual, want to write mind, monologue slant column. It's hard, it's hard, it's hard!

people are different. Today is not yesterday. The sick soul is often like a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, and the night is waning. Hide, hide, hide!

if you put it down, why are you still palpitating at the mention of her name.