Chapter 999: dream butterfly dream
Chapter 999 Dream Butterfly Dream
She slowly sat down opposite him.
The girl back then has turned into an old lady with silver hair, her lips are no longer as smooth as petals, and her charming appearance is no longer. But this does not hinder her current beauty, which is a kind of tranquility and calmness born from the long years of nourishment, which is more rare than natural beauty.
There are thousands of old ladies in the world, but she is still the most beautiful one.
Pei Ziheng looked at her, slightly absent-minded. It was obvious that Li Lei was very kind to her, he didn't let her do any heavy work, and she didn't suffer any injustice. He was a little relieved, but also a little unwilling. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and the taste was unpredictable.
The servant walked up to her and asked her what she wanted to drink.
She said: "Rose tea, thank you."
He said warmly: "After so many years, your taste has not changed." She doesn't drink coffee and alcohol, and likes light warm water and flower and fruit tea. It is very nourishing, and he thinks she can probably live a long time.
She just smiled and said, "When I have been free these years, I will pick flowers and brew them myself." The children have grown up and have their own lives. She has retired after her career, and tending to flowers and plants has become a way to pass her leisure time. Great hobby. After a pause, she said, "If you like it, I can send you some when I get home."
He said yes softly.
The two people who had not seen each other for many years had obviously left such profound traces in each other's lives, but when they actually faced each other, it seemed that they had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, she was the first to break the silence: "Why are you still living here? The old house is not good for your health. You should move to a more suitable place."
He said: "I like it here."
When he said this, his voice was low and hoarse, and he looked at her with deep and gentle eyes.
She lowered her head slightly.
She knew in her heart why he liked this place, because this house was decorated and designed by her herself. It had gone through so many ups and downs and carried so many memories between the two of them.
"Pei Ziheng." She called his name softly. Her voice was no longer as clear and gentle as when she was young, but it had a different kind of hoarse and charming charm. The words came out softly on the tip of the tongue, like a sigh.
What else could she say?
Decades have passed in his life, and he is still chasing the phantom of the good old days, immersed in old dreams for his whole life. Does she still expect him to wake up at this time? My heart is sour and sad. The older a person gets, the more he understands the preciousness of family and heirs. But he is so high up there but he is alone. At the age of 92, he has nothing.
Would he be much happier in his life without her?
She picked up the rose tea brought by the servant and took a sip gently, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
He looked at her tenderly, as if he didn't think as much as she did, and he wasn't as sentimental. "Does the rose tea still taste good?" he asked her. "There are always things you like at home. Every once in a while, the servants will throw away the expired ones and replace them with new ones."
Her nose was sore.
It's so embarrassing. How old are you? How can you cry when you are a guest at someone else's house?
She held back her sorrow and chatted with him, talking about a lot of common things, such as the weather, diet, and how her litter of cats grew up and found their own cats...
It seemed like we talked a lot, but also didn’t seem to talk about anything.
He was partially paralyzed and could not sit for a long time. He drove her away without leaving her for dinner: "It's getting late. You should go back early. Don't keep the family waiting."
She was startled: "I live abroad, and there are no planes at this time."
He said, "Then I'll ask someone to find a guest room for you. If you go back tomorrow, I won't send it to you." She didn't expect his attitude to be so firm. It was really strange. It was obviously him who came to her, so why did they only chat for so long? , he can’t wait to drive people away? "Pei Ziheng..." Her voice was soft and she didn't know what to say.
Pei Ziheng smiled at her: "Go back, my little girl."
Obviously she is already an old lady with silver hair, but in his eyes, she is always the most beautiful scenery. He watched her get up and stagger out of the tea room with the help of the servant. Suddenly, he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't hold on anymore, so he fell down on the sofa cushion.
Why didn't he want to keep her a little longer?
Why don’t you want to chat and spend time with her over tea?
However, he couldn't. His body had reached its limit and his straight waist could no longer hold it. He didn't want her to see any trace of his oldness or morbidity, not at all. He is so strong, even when the fire of life is crumbling, he still has to maintain an invincible posture in front of the woman he loves deeply.
She is the little girl in his memory.
And how I wish he could always be a strong and reliable mountain in her heart.
The servant walked into the tea room and saw his hunched body lying on the sofa. He was shocked and frightened. He hurriedly put him back on the bed in the bedroom and invited a doctor to treat him. The doctor looked solemn and put down the stethoscope: "Dr. Pei, you are too pushy. This time you insist on sitting on the sofa and drinking tea like a normal person. It has exhausted too much of your energy. You will need to stay in bed for the next few days and you will not be able to go anywhere. Go, you know?”
He didn't care what the doctor said at all, he waved his hand and let them out like flies.
The doctor finally did not dare to disobey his order, bowed slightly and retreated.
Pei Ziheng was lying on the bed, looking out the window, feeling empty in his heart, as if a large piece had been dug out. He wanted to raise his hand, but he didn't have any strength, so he had to bend his fingers with great effort, letting the old and rough fingertips touch the palm of his hand. —When he handed Xia Ling the teaspoon, his fingertips accidentally touched her hand.
What a beautiful and tender touch.
How nostalgic.
He knew that this meeting might be the last time the two of them would meet in this life. After all, he would get nothing and could not retain anything, not even the little bit of body temperature with the faint fragrance on his fingertips. Gradually drift away.
Pei Ziheng slowly closed his eyes.
At night, he had a long dream.
I dreamed that when I was young, I met her for the first time. Under the bright iris flowers, he stretched out his hand to the incredibly beautiful girl - Xiao Ling, let's go, I will take you home.
He dreamed of their home at that time.
When he took her home for the first time, he went back to his usual residence when he was young - the best house in the Pei family's ancestral complex. It was inherited by the eldest family member and was specially used for the residence of successive family members.
He took her hand and walked in, greeted by the servants.
When she first arrived, the little girl in the palm of her hand was a little timid. She looked around carefully and saw so many elegant decorations and respectful servants. She didn't even know where to put her hands and feet, so she quietly walked towards him. Get closer.
“Mother Zhou, this is Xia Ling,” he introduced her to the servant. “I’m going to clean up a room for her. She will stay here for a long time. For the standard, please refer to Miss Pei’s family.”
Zhou's mother glanced at her in surprise, responded, raised her head and said to Pei Ziheng, "Sir, Miss Jingyu is here and is waiting for you in the small lounge on the second floor."
This is the second update from yesterday. Yingying has to accompany her mother today. I don’t know when she will have time to write. You should check it out at 8 o’clock in the evening. If there is no update, you can check it out the next morning.
(End of this chapter)