Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 134 I will never like you again

It is already March, and the weather in Hong Kong Island is getting warmer.

It had rained two days ago and the air was still a bit sticky and humid.

Xi Jinbai got the news that the old city area where Sang Yu lived before was going to be demolished, so he came to have dinner with the leaders of the Urban Development Bureau today to discuss the matter.

Knowing Xi Jinbai's identity, the other party was naturally very polite and told him frankly that a developer wanted to turn it into a hotel and park to take advantage of the geographical advantage of being close to the airport.

Xi Jinbai held a different view. He was holding an enamel wine glass with exquisite patterns in his hand. He was sitting in a dignified posture, and his every move showed composure and cultivation. "The hotel is not lacking in anything. There are more and more new buildings now. On the contrary, there are There are fewer and fewer unique old houses. It would be a good choice if we could renovate the old town and add traffic diversion projects to make it a tourist attraction.”

The other party was persuaded and tapped his fingertips on the table, "Mr. Xi's words make sense."

But he still needs to think again.

"I am willing to invest one billion." Xi Jinbai added more chips.

"Is this true?"

An hour later we stopped on the street in the old town.

Xi Jinbai walked downstairs of Sang Yu's house unknowingly.

The brick walls on both sides of the alley were marked by time and turned dark gray, with green vines climbing on top.

Xi Jinbai got out of the car and walked around aimlessly.

The sun peeked out from the thick clouds, filtering through the mottled leaves and onto the bluestone path, sparse and fragmented.

One billion is more than enough to renovate the old city, and the risk is small. It is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Ok."

The courier thanked him and took it.

He drank some liquor, lowered the window to get some air, put his fingers on his forehead, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Old Town."

The dinner was over, and we left after some polite greetings.

A postal courier came out of the building, walked to the mailbox and stuffed the letters in. Because he had too many things in his hand, he didn't notice that one letter fell out.

Xi Jinbai nodded and slightly raised his lips, "Of course."

The alley inside is narrow and cars can't drive in.

With these one billion, there was almost no need to think about it anymore. The other party laughed, raised his glass and clinked it with him, "Okay, then thank you Mr. Xi for your support."

Xi Jinbai happened to be standing nearby and bent down to help pick it up.

The car drives smoothly.

The pace of people coming and going is leisurely and slow, and most of them are residents living nearby who come out for a walk or shopping.

When Xi Jinbai returned to the car, the driver asked: "Mr. Xi, are you going back to the hotel?"

But he didn't let go, and when he saw that the recipient was Sang Yu, he said, "I know him."

I have never been around here properly, and I want to see the place where she lived when she was a child.

"Okay, I'll take a photo." The courier turned on his mobile phone, took a photo and signed for it before leaving.

The envelope was thin in his hand. Xi Jinbai looked at it carefully. It had the words "Time Post Office" written on it and a beautiful stamp attached to it.

Nowadays, there are very few ways to exchange letters. Who will send her letters?
Suddenly his cell phone rang. He answered a work call and returned to the car with the envelope. The company has an overseas project that has some problems and needs to be dealt with urgently.

The envelope was placed in the drawer and pressed with a pen.

Xi Jinbai was so busy that he couldn't even find time to rest, so he temporarily forgot about Sang Yu's letter.

I didn't think about it until bedtime the next night.

At one o'clock in the morning, the room was silent, and the slippers on the wool blanket silenced the sound.

He walked to the desk and sat down, opened the drawer, and found that the pen pressing on the envelope had leaked ink at some point, and the corner of the envelope was stained black.

Xi Jinbai frowned and threw the pen into the trash can. After much hesitation, he decided to open it and see if the letter paper inside was damaged.

Opening the seal, there was a piece of white letterhead folded in half. Fortunately, the envelope was made of kraft paper and was relatively thick, and there was only a little ink printed on the letterhead.

He didn't like to pry into other people's privacy. He originally planned to check it and close it, but the handwriting in front of him was too familiar. It was elegant, neat and beautiful, and it was obviously Sang Yu's font.

Movement froze.

I knew that this behavior was wrong, but I still couldn't look away.

The word "Farewell" was written on the top line, and he couldn't help but read on.

[When I was fifteen years old, I fell in love with a young man. He gave me a shirt when I was laughed at and in embarrassment. He stood so cleanly in the light, like a breeze under the scorching sun, vividly passing by. When I passed through my world, at that moment, I heard my own heartbeat, which was deafening. It's a pity that we met by chance and never saw him again, but he quietly lived in my heart. 】

Xi Jinbai's eyes paused, and the fingertips that held the letter tightened. The sourness surged in his chest, spread to his throat, and he swallowed it alive.

It's the person she has a crush on.

He couldn't control it, he would be jealous and envious of someone who could occupy her heart and make her excited and like her.

But when he looked down, his whole body froze, and there was severe pain in his limbs and bones. It was a suffocation in the heart, and it was even more bone-piercing.

[It wasn’t until I was twenty-two years old that I finally met him again. That was when I was most embarrassed. I held his hand tightly and begged him to save me. I mustered up all the courage in my life in exchange for a chance to stay with him.

He was very kind to me, helped my mother find the best hospital and doctor, gave me a job, and stood by my side to support me when I was bullied.

But I gradually became dissatisfied and greedily wanted more. I wanted him to love me, even a little bit.

While I guarded my heart and didn't want to sink too deep, I was sober and sinking in his tenderness, struggling in the quagmire and unable to get out, but he could pull away at any time.

I felt aggrieved when I liked him. I worried about gains and losses. I didn't dare to ask about his affairs. I was afraid that he would be unhappy and afraid that he would see my thoughts. Moreover, I was not qualified to ask.

On my birthday, he left me on the streets of Paris to find someone else. Before I had time to tell him, that day was actually my birthday, and I had no other wish. I just wanted to hear a happy birthday.

I stood on the street and watched his leaving figure. I only remember that the wind was very cold that day.

Later, for his birthday, I personally made a cake and a table of his favorite dishes, but it was someone else who celebrated his birthday with him. It was obviously just a small cut accidentally made by the crab claw, but why did it hurt so much?

Finally, he is going to be with Ji Mingzhu... Then I wish him peace, happiness and all the best in the future.

It is my freedom to love him, and it is his freedom not to love me, so I never blame him. It is me who has been hoping for an impossible dream.

Secret love is like walking alone on a dark and winding road, with no end in sight and no glimpse of the sky.

From the age of fifteen to twenty-three, I liked him for eight full years, and it finally ended.

I think if there is a next life, I will definitely stop liking you, Xi Jinbai. 】

The last three words were written with great emphasis.