Chapter 17

The two storey house is less than 150 square meters, although it is a brick concrete structure. But in the eyes of the local people who had just settled down in early 80s, the Wutong road is a real "rich area". At that time, it was already a luxury for the local people to live in new tile roofed houses. Ordinary people would never consider building new tile roofed houses until their sons and wives got married. And the Wutong Wutong road straight road, the road is two sides of the uniform, each family has a small courtyard, how many local people, how many times, the daughter married to the Wutong road is the dream of every family age, and the mention of the parents is the Phoenix Tree Road, the girls did not want to come.

This courtyard was left by Tian Tian's grandmother. Tian Tian's father has only one elder sister. Now he lives in a far northeastern city. He lives in Tian's grandfather as early as Tian Tian's father. When he was very young, he was not there. Tian Tian's grandmother never married again. He pulled two children out of the family. He also lived in the Wutong Road, which everyone envied. As a result, after a few good years, he died. Tian Tian was less than two years old at that time.

The only thing Tian Tian's grandmother left before she left was that the house could not be sold. Fortunately, Tian Tian's father was quite capable. He not only didn't sell the independent building, but also bought several other properties in the new area. However, these are what Tian Tian doesn't know.

Tian Tian's father has been living in this independent building and is unwilling to leave. First, the building is left by his mother. More importantly, there is a shadow of Tian Tian's mother here.

Once in a while, when Tong Zimei was cleaning his room, he saw the woman who had passed away for many years under his pillow. She had a pretty face and was very gentle. Every time when two people chat together in their spare time, she can still hear his loneliness when recalling the past. She suddenly some envy and jealousy, although the woman died, but can have such an infatuated man about her, waiting for her, is not a kind of happiness. Even Clivia, which has been growing in the courtyard for nearly 20 years, was planted by them, according to him. The man made the yard green, and there was a killing well in the corner of the yard. She fell in love with it when she came. The man said with a smile, this was the woman's favorite.

"It seems that you have something in common." He took her luggage and said with a smile.

The original agreement is to rent his house, he will be upstairs two largest rooms to her, live downstairs. She kept the house in order, but he refused her rent. She told her with a smile that she would not have to go to work to take care of her children, and that she would pay the rent by tidying up the housework everyday.

Outside the window, the moon is hanging high, but Tong Zimei is tossing and turning in bed, sleepless.

Every time she thinks of this gentle and slightly melancholy man, she thinks of the sentence in the love letter written to her by the man who was abandoned by him many years ago, "looking back 500 times in the previous life can get the brush of this life. Then, how many times do I have to look back to really live in your heart?"

She thought, this is really right, can marry such a man, even if it is not, can let this man wait for it for so many years, should be that woman several life looking back to just fix the blessing. However, many years ago, she destroyed the happiness of such a man who was waiting for her. She was doomed that even if she looked back on her life, there would never be such a man around her.

The night wind came, blowing open the thin smoke grey screen hanging from the window, and the moonlight shone on the end of her bed. She curled up on the bed, pillow arms, inadvertently, hot liquid will be left along the cheek, wet the pillow, thoughts are dancing with the window screen farther and farther, but the man's face is more and more clear.

He is tall, well proportioned, with white skin unlike that of a boy. Maybe it's because he plays ball all the year round. The muscles on his arms are very strong. Every time he put his long arm around him, her heart was pounding, and at the same time, she felt at ease. He looked up shyly and looked up at his narrow eyes, just like seeing the bright starry sky At that time, her name was not Tong Zimei, but Tong LUOQI. She was 19 years old, and she was at the beginning of love. Even now think of those days of passion, the heart or waves of heat. At that time, I always felt that even if I walked, the wind passing my ears was sweet. The moon before the flower, the pledge of the sea, let yourself have a sense of security in the chest It is false to say that there is no pain in the heart when we are apart.

When she left her first love, Tang Chenghan, with a resolute figure behind her and a thin check in her hand, she got off the luxury car. In addition to tears, she had already put herself into the hell of the 18th floor.

Every time she thought of the parting moment, she felt as if she had been pierced by a continuous steel needle. She raised her hand and wiped a tear on her cheek. The alarm clock at the head of the bed was ticking. She looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning.

Still sleepless.

Tong Zimei got up and got out of bed. Looking out of the window at the bright moon hanging like a jade plate, she gave a wry smile. It was also such a full moon night. In the woods behind the school where no one came, the boy she had given the first night to him lay on the grass with her arms after tasting the forbidden fruit. While listening to the chirp of unknown insects, she watched the incredibly round moon in the sky with her. The story of Chang'e flying to the moon has been circulating for thousands of years. He whispered in her ear, "you are in my heart, that is Chang'e on that day. I will be Wu Gang cutting osmanthus trees. I will always be with you."She forgot to tell him that although Chang'e and Wu Gang could get together under the osmanthus tree, they were doomed not to be married in this life.

She was staring at the full moon in the sky, near the ground as if it was within reach, and even she could clearly see the osmanthus tree above.

Heart suddenly floating a burst of unspeakable dull pain.

I don't know when, my face is already cool. She raised her hand and wiped it on her face. It was a bitter smile again. It's almost ten years now. Maybe the pain will be painful for a while. Perhaps now, he has long forgotten the woman who gave him the first night, and has long lived the life that should belong to him. He is just a passer-by in his life. The green apple like feelings between them will disappear with the passage of time, and finally become the remaining memory in his mind.