The female guest on the romance drama is my ex-girlfriend

Chapter 308: Bury and commemorate our lost marriage in Jiangnan

After greeting several young fans and signing autographs for them, Xia Tian finally got a moment of peace.

Those little fans did not leave immediately, but found a place to sit down not far from Xia Tian.

I ordered some refreshments with the store manager, and while chatting and posting on WeChat Moments to show off, I glanced at Xia Tian from time to time.

Being able to stay in the same place with your idol for a while is also a happy thing!
Of course, they are also curious about who is Xia Tian's date in this issue.

The small teahouse is not big, and as time goes by, several waves of customers come in and out sporadically.

Unexpectedly, there were quite a lot of people coming in and out of this small teahouse today, and these people seemed to be successful people.

Xia Tian couldn't help but be a little curious, and quietly pricked up his ears, listening to their conversation.

From the chats of these guests, he got an important message.

It turns out that the ancient kiln at his date will be opened today.

It is a Ru kiln blue and white flower made by Master Baili, the inheritor of the national intangible cultural heritage project.

Blue and white?
Xia Tian was thoughtful.

I specially chose to open the kiln on this misty and rainy day because I wanted to bake the best among blue and white flowers, azure!

Showers make the sky blue, misty rain burns the sky.

The sky is waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you.

who are you?
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In front of the teahouse, a woman with delicate appearance and strong and confident aura walked along the river.

Her long, slightly curly hair hung down her shoulders, and she held a wooden stick in her hand that was completely inconsistent with her identity.

Wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap, he looked around at the scenery around the street.

According to the positioning of her mobile phone, the woman soon saw the figure sitting by the window of the teahouse pretending to be deep and melancholy.

In an instant, her eyes lit up.

As a "rag picker" who could only take gifts that others didn't want, she had no expectations.

Unexpectedly, I actually picked up a big leak.

It's him, it's Xia Tian!

Thinking of the weird silver hairpin, Yan Qingyu couldn't help but smile again when she looked at the man.

It turns out that he is not so perfect, and there are things that he is not good at.

I always feel like I understand him a little better.

Walking into the teahouse, he walked towards the man's seat:
"It seems like your little life is quite comfortable."

Yan Qingyu said in a brisk tone.

Hearing the voice, Xia Tian raised his head slightly, saw this delicate and tall figure, and raised his eyebrows:
"Qingyu? It turns out you got my gift."

Not Lin Yuyi, Xia Tian was actually a little disappointed.

But he controlled his emotions well and didn't show it.

[Until now, I still can’t believe that the hairpin that looks like an octopus tentacle was actually made by my brother Tian. My brother Tian’s omnipotent perfect filter is broken. [crying loudly]]

[I think if the other female guests knew the truth, the expressions on their faces would be wonderful. 】

[It is indeed wonderful, for example, Queen Ye, she was very happy at first, but when she arrived at the place, her whole face fell down when she saw that her date was Mr. Lu. 】

[Really, it’s so funny. The two people’s original expectations were shattered. The face-changing speed put even the Sichuan Opera face-changing masters to shame. 】

[Having said that, I suddenly started to worry about Mr. Lu’s safety. He won’t be kicked away by Queen Ye. I have to take a look. Hahahahahahahaha. 】

"Yes."

Yan Qingyu smiled and nodded, and then sat down opposite Xia Tian.

"Actually, I brought you a gift on the way here."

She blinked at Xia Tian and put the wooden stick in her hand on the table.

A very straight stick.

Xia Tian was slightly surprised and surprised, picked up the wooden stick and waved it in his hand.

Don't tell me, don't tell me, this stick is very easy to use.

"How is it? Satisfied?"

"Good, good."

[No, you want to take a wooden stick picked up from the roadside as a gift?What a weird gift. 】

In the barrage, many girls were confused about this gift.

[You are single and don’t have a boyfriend! 】

[No man in the world can refuse...a very straight stick. 】

[The little flying stick is here. 】

"Is this the place for our date? The environment seems nice."

Yan Qingyu looked around at this antique teahouse.

"No, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. I'll take a rest here."

Xia Tian put down the wooden stick in his hand to explain, and poured a cup of tea for Yan Qingyu:

"Have a cup of tea and take a rest."

"it is good!"

Yan Qingyu picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.

The fragrance of tea overflows and the aftertaste is endless.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously in a good mood.

It seems that I have never had such a leisurely time since I became an adult.

The last time I had tea, it seemed that I was with Xia Tian, ​​at Baiyun Temple on Nanli Mountain.

It seems that since joining this program, he has cleared away the fog of his future.

She couldn't help but lament again that she didn't get to know the man in front of her well the year they agreed to get married.

Pictures of getting along with Xia Tian kept flashing through her mind, and she suddenly felt at ease and relaxed.

At the same time, I also remembered that during my marriage, I was indifferent to him, and even disliked his entanglement and concern for me, and I felt a little guilty.

"Summer, thank you!"

"??? What are you thanking me for? It's just a cup of tea, there's no need to be so polite."

Xia Tian was confused by Yan Qingyu's sudden thanks.

"Do you remember that time I came back to the villa drunk?"

Xia Tian was stunned and quickly reacted.

The year they got married, Yan Qingyu was busy with her career, and in order to avoid Xia Tian, ​​the fake "husband", she basically didn't go back to the villa.

Basically, he is alone in the empty boudoir.

That time Yan Qingyu returned to the villa drunk, it was one of the only two times he spent the night in the villa.

So Xia Tian was quite impressed.

"Well, remember."

Xia Tian nodded, picked up her tea cup and took a sip. She didn't know why she mentioned this matter.

That time, Yan Qingyu went to meet a popular song writer in the industry in order to find the title song for the hit album.

Halfway through the conversation between the two at the banquet, the writer began to hint to Yan Qingyu that it was okay to ask for a song, you know the unspoken rules.

But at that time, Yan Qingyu had just set up an independent studio and was full of confidence in herself, so it was impossible to agree.

But for the sake of the song, she still resisted and did not throw her face away on the spot. She could only rely on drinking and laughing, hoping that she could solve the problem with money.

Unfortunately, her old employer had already said hello to these composers.

Money can't solve problems at all, and it can't buy real golden songs.

In the end, I bought a generic song that was just a fake song at a high price.

There was nothing she could do if she didn't want it. This was already the best composer and song she could find at that time.

This incident had a huge impact on her.

Coupled with alcohol, I couldn't help but feel emotionally broken and heartbroken.

She just wanted to go back to the villa and cry while holding the photos of her parents.

After returning to the villa, she became drunk, her memory was broken, and she didn't know what happened.

When she woke up the next day, she found herself in bed, panicking.

I finally felt relieved when I found that there was nothing wrong with my body.

But there is also some fear.

There is a man at home. Don't let that middle-aged greasy bald man take advantage of you. When you get home, you are taken advantage of by your husband in name only, but in fact a stranger.

Fortunately, Xia Tian still had some conscience and did not have sex with her while she was drunk.

In response to this, she later used her own connections to quietly find several notices for Xia Tian as compensation and thanks.

Yan Qingyu has no impression, but Xia Tian does.

That was the second month after they got married.

That night, Yan Qingyu cried drunkenly, said a lot of drunken words, and poured out her bitterness to Xia Tian.

Just call him daddy.

This was also an important turning point for the original owner to fall in love with her.

The fragile look of pear blossoms in the rain left a deep impression on Xia Tian.

When he recalled it at this moment, he felt that his memory was still fresh.

It turns out that her strength is just a facade she puts on, and she also has an extremely fragile side.A man's natural protective desire will always be activated at some unknown moment, and he will be tempted by it.

Of course, the premise is that the woman must be beautiful.

It's still a bit difficult to fall in love with Chu Chu's poor Ruhua.

[Hey, why are you still playing Memory Kill? 】

[I am sure that there are signs of rekindling an old relationship. 】

[If a woman is not drunk, a man has no chance. They must have had a very passionate time that night. [covering face shyly]]

"You that night..."

Xia Tian considered the language:

"Exceptionally vulnerable and...cute."

Hearing Xia Tian's words, Yan Qingyu's face couldn't help but blush.

Cute, how old is she?

He had heard countless people praise her for her beauty, but she was not very cute.

The two chatted about past topics, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

"Actually, when we got divorced, I was relieved. I always felt like I was getting rid of you, a dragster."

In the relaxed atmosphere, Yan Qingyu talked a lot more.

"It's really a drag."

Xia Tian nodded in agreement.

Apart from pestering Yan Qingyu every day, he does nothing serious.

Yan Qingyu used her connections to help him answer a few small announcements, but in the end, he didn't seize the opportunity at all and completed it perfunctorily.

In the end, Yan Qingyu gave up completely under the persuasion of her manager.

I was so tired of being pestered that I could only avoid him.

Who would have thought that Xia Tian would go crazy later and threaten Yan Qingyu with suicide to prevent her from getting a divorce.

This caused Yan Qingyu's impression of him to hit rock bottom and turned into disgust.

In short, it is done.

Regardless of whether they are men or women, doing it will make people feel very speechless.

"I always feel that you have changed a lot since you divorced me. If you had behaved as maturely as you do now, I might not have divorced you."

Yan Qingyu winked at him and teased with a smile.

"At that time, I was too young, ignorant and immature. Men always have to go through some emotional changes before they can grow up."

Xia Tian also smiled and replied, the two of them were chatting like good friends, and there was no sense of estrangement between divorced couples at all.

"Then you should thank me. I helped you grow."

There was a little excitement in Yan Qingyu's tone, and she seemed very happy to be a part of his life.

"Okay, then I would like to thank Sister Qingyu. I will give you a toast with tea instead of wine!"

I should work hard to cooperate with your performance.

Xia Tian picked up the tea and bowed.

"It's not enough to face the benefactor who helped you grow. How about you write another song based on our feelings, my musical genius?"

Yan Qingyu said with a smile.

The most familiar stranger is Gu Niansheng's inspiration.

And as the rightful owner, you should be more emotional, right?
Xia Tian wanted to refuse, but suddenly, he remembered that if it were not for suicide, he would not have traveled through time.

Or, it can also be said to be the memory of another world.

Butterfly Dreams of Zhuang Zhou.

Our fate really ends in death, and it can only be written on the Sansheng Stone.

Looking at the misty rain outside the window, Xia Tian suddenly felt that there was a song that fit the scene, and he had the desire to sing.

Anyway, idle time is idle, which is in line with his goal of releasing a few songs in each issue.

"also!"

Xia Tian suddenly nodded in agreement, making Yan Qingyu stunned.

No, I was just joking, are you serious?
[What, Xia Tian personally wrote a song for his relationship with Yan Qingyu?This is too exciting! 】

[Everyone say to me: remarry, remarry, remarry! 】

"Wait for me here."

Xia Tian walked towards the small table in the teahouse before Yan Qingyu could react.

This is a specialty of this teahouse. Occasionally, people come over to read and sing.

The little girl who was pushed down and sent to the hospital is a college student who works part-time as a singer here.

Because she was rushed to the hospital, her guitar was still placed in the corner of the small table.

Seeing Xia Xia walking towards the small platform, Yan Qingyu's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

Is he going to sing to me live?
The fans at that table who recognized Xia Tian had already pricked up their ears and heard the conversation between the two.

Seeing Xia Tian's actions at this moment, his eyes couldn't help but open brightly.

They looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Listening to Xia Tian's singing live, what kind of incredible opportunity is this?

If it were other customers, the store manager would definitely stop it.

But after seeing that it was Xia Tian, ​​he stopped again.

He had come forward to help Xiao Xiao before, so if Xiao Xiao wanted to lend him the guitar, Xiao Xiao would not refuse.

So he retracted to the counter and looked at Xia Tian in silence.

After setting up the microphone, Xia Tian looked at Yan Qingyu:
"This song is called "Jiangnan" to bury and commemorate our lost marriage."

The sound of the microphone is not quiet, and the teahouse is not very noisy, so most people will lower their voices when speaking.

After hearing Xia Tian's voice, they all stopped talking and looked at the small table.

The gentle sound of the guitar slowly flowed from the fingertips, and along with the sound of the breeze and drizzle outside the teahouse, it reached everyone's ears.

At this moment, it is as if the ambient sound outside the teahouse has become the accompaniment of the summer song, and it has a lingering artistic conception of a Jiangnan water town.

"The wind is sticky here,

Sticking to the thoughts of passing passengers,

When the rain comes here it's tangled up in threads,

Haunting us to miss the world. "

The wind clings to people's thoughts, and the rain entangles people's nostalgia for this beautiful world.

The fresh and beautiful melody makes people feel like they are in a misty water town, and everything becomes so peaceful and beautiful.

The barrage in the live broadcast room became sparse with Xia Tian's singing, as if they were also brought to the scene by Xia Tian, ​​in the hazy Jiangnan mist and rain.

"You are by my side,

Fate is written on the Sansheng stone.

Love is one ten thousandth sweeter,
Wish I was buried right here. "

Hearing the lyrics, Yan Qingyu couldn't help but frown, and an unspeakable sadness filled her heart.

He really completely buried his relationship with me.

He let go of the past and stopped pestering me. I should be happy.

However, I was not happy at all, and even felt my nose was sore.

Heartfelt lyrics and emotional singing.

No one thought that in such a small teahouse, they could hear such a song.

"Circle circle circle circle circle,
I am every day, every year,

look deeply into your face,

angry tenderness,
A gentle face of complaint. "

So, am I gentle in his heart?
Whether he is angry or complaining, it is a kind of tenderness to him.

But I am actually not gentle at all. I have always avoided him and even found his entanglement very annoying.

He must have felt very distressed and sad about my indifference.

It would have been better if I had given him more patience.

Yan Qingyu didn't know how she could continue to listen. She just felt uncomfortable and her eyes turned red quietly.

Is it because of the death of his parents that he has closed his heart and no longer believes that anyone will love him?
It feels so good to be loved by someone, why couldn't I have noticed it before?

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"How painful can separation be,
how intense the pain is,

When dreams are buried in misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River,

Only when my heart is broken can I understand. "

Yes, it takes a broken heart to understand.

Yan Qingyu felt that several sharp knives were suddenly inserted into her heart.

It pierced her closed heart fiercely, making her feel suffocated, and a tear slipped down from the corner of her eye.

A sharp knife named "囍" cured her claustrophobia and shook her heart.

The other sharp knife was called "Jiangnan", which completely broke her own strength and made her believe in love again. She believed that besides her parents, there were people in this world who really loved her.

(End of this chapter)