Outside the door, Zhang Jinzhi had already lost her soul and sat on the sofa. Her heart had not calmed down. As long as she heard the name Xia Kezhi, she would always feel uneasy. It turned out that Han Yi had never given up looking for Xia Kezhi. Even though Old Master Han stopped her, Zhang Jinzhi had a hunch that he would definitely find her. What should he do then? No! He couldn't let them meet again. Zhang Jinzhi made a firm decision in his heart.
Zhang Jinzhi only sat for a while and threw away all her uneasiness. She changed into her usual posture and walked into Han Yi's office.
"General Manager, this is the document for the Shanghai acquisition. If there are no problems, you can start using it.”Zhang Jinzhi no longer had any trace of nervousness. He still used a very gentle and generous tone.
Han Ge didn't seem to hear her and stared at a tattered, yellowed photo. He must have seen it many times. It was the only thing that had anything to do with Xia Kezhi-the graduation photo from his senior year. Han Ge's expression was just like Xia Kezhi's in the photo.
Zhang Jinzhi stared at the photo. Ten years ago, she could not compare to Xia Kezhi's pot of thorny sunflower. Now, she could not compare to Xia Kezhi in the photo. He really couldn't accept it. Jealousy and hatred flashed in Zhang Jinzhi's eyes.
She put down the document and turned to leave. She knew Han Yi better than she knew herself. Han Yi hated being disturbed.
"Book two tickets to Shanghai." Zhang Jinzhi walked to the door and Han Yi spoke.
"Yes." None of them looked up, and none of them looked back. They were talking about the same thing, but their hearts were thousands of miles apart. It was so uncoordinated.
"The parasol flower has bloomed again."
Xia Kezhi sat on the cold stone steps and looked at the falling parasol petals. She quietly let the petals mesmerize her eyes. The floating petals fell on her shoulder and floated away with the wind.
Wu Lingyu looked at Xia Kezhi, who was lost in thought. His heart twitched slightly. It hurt. What kind of girl was this? It was so quiet and lonely. It was as if she was the only one in her world. She could not walk out of it, and no one else could walk in. For the first time, Wu Lingyu wished that the girl could be happy and not be so sad.
"Many years ago, there was also a girl as cute as you who accompanied me to watch the parasol flowers bloom.”Xia Kezhi picked up a withered sycamore petal and placed it in his palm." We promised that we would look at it together for a long time.”Xia Kezhi was as casual as if she was telling someone else's story. After all, it had been a long time. They had all changed and forgotten.
"And then?" Wu Lingyu sat beside Xia Kezhi and stared at his side profile. This must be her story. It must be very sad because she was so sad.
"Then, there was no then. I watched it alone for many years.”One sentence replaced their ending. Is the person who accompanied me to watch the flowers bloom and wither okay? I miss you very much, and I'm sorry. We can't go back to the past. I've already erased those ten years from my memory. There's no you, no parasol flowers we saw together, no luxurious castle, and no youth who brought me from hell to heaven and then threw me back to hell.
Wu Lingyu really wanted to see Xia Kezhi, who had turned her face away. He wanted to see if her eyes were as hopeless and lost as he thought.
"Do you like parasol flowers very much?" Wu Lingyu tiptoed to pick the flowers high up, but he couldn't reach them.
"Yes." Xia Kezhi squatted down and picked up the flowers on the ground.
"This is fine." Wu Lingyu squatted down to pick up the flowers on the ground. He looked at them in his palm and pouted." It's a pity that they've fallen."”
"At least it was once brilliant. Withering is an inevitable fate.”Xia Kezhi said in a daze. His emotionless eyes seemed to be covered in dust, and they were gray and gloomy. He was clearly looking at the parasol flower in his hand, but there was no reflection of the flower in his eyes.
Are you also a parasol flower? Had it ever bloomed? Was it withered now? Wu Lingyu could not help but ask in his heart. Sister Thirsty was really like a half-withered parasol flower, beautiful to the point of desolation, beautiful to the point of making one's heart ache.
"Why do you like parasol flowers?"
"Because the girl who accompanied me to look at the parasol flowers liked it. After looking at it for so many years, she liked it.”
"In the future, I'll watch it with you." Wu Lingyu promised seriously. She had never been so determined to do something. He didn't want to leave this lonely girl alone anymore. Wu Lingyu finally knew why her brother wanted to protect her. She could not be any more sad with such a summer thirst.
Xia Kezhi turned around and looked at the girl whom he had only met once. She was not a stranger and did not reject him. This made Xia Kezhi feel at ease. She was another warm person, just like Wu Muqing. She was as comfortable as the sun. Thirsty could tell that she was very serious, so he said seriously,"Alright." Then, she smiled. She smiled too. Her smile was very light, and she smiled heartlessly.
"Let's open a flower shop." the heartless girl said.
"Alright." the girl said casually.
"Let's call it Under the Parasol Tree." the heartless girl said again.
"Alright." the girl said casually.
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