Chapter 4343

City C, it's sunny.

Sunlight gently through the window, sprinkle in the interior.

A white haired old man was sitting in a wheelchair with a wool blanket on his legs and a kind smile on his face.

On the sofa beside him sat a young woman in her twenties, with long hair and a microphone in her hand.

Opposite them, the camera is facing two people. "Mr. Bai, I'm glad you can accept our interview." With a smile on her face, the woman said, "everyone knows that your life is very legendary. After you took over the position of householder, you have been committed to the development of

philanthropy in addition to the inherent work field of Bai's family

"Yes." Bai's mouth slightly raised.

After a simple exchange of greetings, there are several questions, and the white master answers them one by one. At the end of the interview, the woman said, "Mr. Bai, in fact, we all know that you are unmarried for life. Now the successor of Bai's family is your eldest sister's adopted son. I wonder if I can ask you about your love life

“……” The white master was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect to mention his feelings. He thought he would just ask about some charity.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer." The female reporter was afraid of Bai's embarrassment and said.

"No harm." Bai's master slightly lowered his eyes, as if he had fallen into memory. After about ten seconds, he slowly raised his head and said with a smile, "I have been heart struck for two women in my whole life."

"Two?" The female reporter's eyes lit up and looked at the white master.

"They They have the same face, but their personalities are very different. " Bai said, looking at the female reporter.

"Ah?" Female journalists are also stunned, or the same face?

"That's all for today." "I'm a little tired," said Bai

"OK." The female reporter immediately nodded and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you today. Thank you very much for giving us this opportunity to interview you."

The photographer compared a thumb and turned off the camera.

When the owner was tired, the housekeeper politely invited the journalist and photographer out.

The whole sunny study left the white master alone.

He leaned slightly against the wheelchair and looked at the bright window. The window was not closed. The breeze was blowing in slowly. The green outside the window had just been pruned in the morning. The gust of wind came into the window, accompanied by the unique smell of flowers and grass in summer.

[Hua Hua Hua Hua 】See half of the book stand on the desk by the wind blowing the number of pages.

Slightly closed his eyes, the white master felt this feeling familiar.

It seems that on an afternoon many, many years ago, he also smelled this smell.

The bright classroom, the warm wind, the girl at the table tucked her temples behind her ears. Her hair was very fragrant, more fragrant than the flowers outside the window.

The white master's mind came up with such a scene, the girl focused on the content of the book, her side face, in his memory like a picture. The pictures in his mind are intertwined, and under the same sunlight, the scene turns into his study. As soon as he looks up, he sees a girl in a long white dress turning over the books beside the table. After a while, she is lazy like a cat. The sun falls on her body and crosses a circle of light golden light, and the air is floating with light The fragrance of flowers.

It was not a precious flower, but an unknown wild flower, with dew, although not delicate but very fresh.

……

The housekeeper sent the man away before returning to the study: "what would you like for lunch, master?"

“……” There was no echo from the white master.

Seeing this, the housekeeper went to the white master and saw him leaning on the wheelchair with a smile, and then he also showed a smile.

I'm afraid the owner of the house has dreamt of something in his dream.

The housekeeper picked up the blanket on the white housekeeper's knee and found it was wrong.

Hesitating to put the hand under the white master's nose, the housekeeper suddenly changed his face.

Master Bai He died.

The death of Bai's family owner was soon reported and published by the major news media.

The day of the funeral of the white family leader was continuous and overcast. Summer, this is the rainy season, but fortunately, the rain is not big.

The ancestral cemetery of the Bai family was repaired decades ago. Something happened to the former cemetery and relocated here.

All the people who came to see him off for the last leg were men in black suits, women in black skirts and umbrellas in black.

The gloomy sky is covered with a thick layer of sad color.

The white tombstone is wet by drizzle. The photo on the tombstone is the photo of the white family master before his death, with a shallow smile on his face.

They bowed their heads, and their faces were full of grief.

At this time, a black private car stopped at the gate of the cemetery. In the car, an old man in a black suit looked at the window outside: "it's raining. Take an umbrella?""It's not a heavy rain. Forget it." He was surrounded by a dignified woman with white hair on the back of her head: "are you not going?"

"The last one he wants to see is probably me." The old man laughed at himself: "you go to see him off."

"Not jealous?" The woman looked at the old man beside her.

"Are you willing to go back with me, jealous?" The old man asked with a little teasing.

"No serious." The woman took a look at him and got out of the car.

The bodyguard held up an umbrella beside her, and the woman raised her hand to stop her, and then she walked step by step to the crowd in the cemetery.

"Who is that? Why a white dress? " A man saw the old woman suddenly asked.

His voice attracted the crowd, and everyone looked at the old woman.

The woman walked to the tombstone step by step. When she came to the crowd, they all made way out of the way and looked at the old woman with a puzzled face.

It's like the elegant white water lily in a pool of ink. Her pace is not fast, but every step is very stable. A brooch on her chest is exquisite and looks like it has been some years. The metal precipitates a kind of charm of years.

"The mother of the dragon family." The person standing at the front is Bai Qi'an, who has just become the head of the white family.

"Yes." The woman should a, slightly look up at Bai Qi'an: "the last time I saw you, you also can't reach my shoulder."

"Are you here to see my father off?" Bai Qi'an is the eldest sister of the former Bai family, who was adopted by his son. Bai Qi'an has always been in proportion to the father and son of the former Bai family owner, and has a good feeling.

"Yes." The woman answered and looked at the photo on the tombstone: "time is not forgiving, we are all old."

“……” Bai Qi'an didn't answer.

The woman went to the gravestone and looked at the picture, her mouth slightly raised.

She remembered that he loved her to wear white.

Time is in a trance, things that have happened can be clearly seen, but it is Yin and Yang separated.

If there is an afterlife 】

when C City left, she remembered that he once said such a half sentence to her.

If there is an afterlife.

What a beautiful wish.

She had no desire for more, but now she seems to owe him something.

"If there is an afterlife..." The woman whispered the word and looked at the picture on the tombstone, as if she had seen him again: "if there is an afterlife, there will be love."

A gust of wind came and everyone tightened their collars. Only the woman heard a voice from the wind.

"Good..." The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and the woman's face was smiling.