obsessed with love

Chapter 236
Who has nothing to remember the lunar calendar!

Mo Youting checked his phone and replied, "The eighth day of December."

"No wonder someone will set off fireworks." Du Ruo raised his head, his eyes drifted out of the window again, and he read a sentence: "Today is Laba, and the Chinese New Year will be in half a month..."

She remembered that at this time a year ago, she and Qiao Anming had just met.

Wrong start, blunder, he mistook her for a barmaid, she mistook him for an evil boss.

Theoretically, there should not be too much intersection between two people, what is it that brings the relationship to a higher level?
Last year's New Year's Eve, maybe.

"Mo Youting, do you still remember last year's Chinese New Year, the snowstorm in Tongcheng, and the yellow alert? At that time, Jiang Hao and Xu Xiaoya just got married. I kept telling my parents about the divorce. I couldn't go back to Xuancheng for the New Year. I went to your bar to drink alone. .Maybe there are too many things hidden in my heart. I drank too much that day. After I got out of the bar, I realized that I couldn’t get a taxi. I was so cold that I almost passed out..."

Du Ruo smiled, and turned to look at Mo Youting with a little embarrassment: "I called you back then, but unfortunately your phone was turned off."

"How come, you called me, why don't I remember it at all?" Mo Youting asked.

Du Ruo shook his head: "I don't want to talk about this now, I just want to say that I dialed Qiao Anming's number in a daze..."

Many things change because of a simple action.

in a moment.

It just so happened that Mo Youting turned off the phone for a while during the Mo family's family dinner.

It just so happened that Qiao Anming stayed in Tongcheng very late that day because of the invitation from the chamber of commerce.

Coincidence?
Who said it was a coincidence?
Many coincidences, to use another word to explain, are actually fate!

"I remember that I was the one who spoke first that night. I drank too much, held too many things in my heart, felt uncomfortable, and desperately wanted to see him, so I called him, thinking he wouldn't come, but he actually came..."

Du Ruo spoke slowly, with a blank expression on his face, and he didn't know why he said these things.

"He drove me back, but I refused to let him go. I was ashamed. At that time, I was quite able to say that I was not greedy. I wanted one night, and one night was enough. I would never regret it. But I broke my promise. "

Du Ruo looked at the sleeping person in his arms, raised his face, and looked out the window again.

The fireworks stopped long ago, leaving nothing in the night sky.

Her face was reflected on the window, her chin was pointed, she was still very young, but her eyes had no light, like the sky outside the window.

Mo Youting wanted to take the hairpin from her hand, but she didn't want to, and squeezed it tighter.

"What did he do to you? Are you going to tell me this all of a sudden?"

Du Ruo shook his head: "He only did what he should do, we won't meet again in the future..."

She lifted the hairpin in her hand, and under the light, the agate on the peacock was extremely bright.

"Do you know what it means for a man to give a woman a hairpin?" She asked suddenly.

Mo Youting was confused: "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Du Ruo shook his head, wrapped his coat again, and stood up: "Let's go back to Tongcheng."

Mo Youting caught up with her, took off his cotton coat and put it on Du Ruo's shoulders.

There is also a huge Christmas tree on the square, which should have been decorated for Christmas a month ago, but the lights on the Christmas tree are not lit, and many decorations have been picked off by travelers, leaving only a bare tree.

Opposite the square is a shopping mall, and there is already a billboard for the Spring Festival promotion on the outer wall, but at this point, the shopping mall is closed, only the KFC sign beside it is still lit.

At the station in the night, the wind is violent and the moon is cold.

This is Du Ruo's second visit to Chongzhou.

Qiao Anming couldn't sleep soundly that night after all.

Ren Peiyin stayed up late at Qiao's residence, insisting on forcing Qiao Anming to chase Du Ruo back.

"An Ming, do you really want to watch me die of anger, don't you? I've been looking forward to my grandson for so many years, but you let that woman take her away... Anyway, at my age, half of my life is gone. There is not much time left to live, so why not let me live comfortably for a few days?"

The old lady was almost beating her chest and stamping her feet, she stood there and slammed the door of the study fiercely.

Qiao Anming was the only one inside the door. After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, he called Xiao Zhang and asked him to take the old lady back to the yard in the western suburbs.

It was Laba Festival that day.

On the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, calculated according to the day, I was about two months old at that time.

Laba porridge was cooked in the kitchen, but no one dared to send it to the main building.

The lights in the main building were turned on in the middle of the night, and the old lady cried and cursed for half the night, but was finally sent back by Xiao Zhang.

All the servants in Qiao's residence knew that something serious happened that night, and the little vixen that Mr. Qiao raised outside came to ask for a child.

That year, Qiao Anming was 45 years old. He was the only son of the middle-aged Qiao family. The grandson that Mrs. Qiao had prayed to God and prayed to Buddha for many years, Mr. Qiao finally let the vixen take the child Take away.

What's Mrs. Joe's reaction?
The servant said: "My wife has a good temper and is willing to forgive my husband for raising a child outside. I also blame her for not living up to expectations. She has not given birth to a son and a half for her husband because she has been sick all these years, but the original spouse is the original spouse after all. 20 Years of feelings, in the end, my husband sent that little vixen away..."

This is the version seen by most people.

The mistress who ruined the marriage deserves any grievances.

As for the original partner, Nao, this is a reasonable thing, after all, no woman can tolerate her husband having other women outside.If it doesn't make trouble, it will be even better, with a deep understanding of righteousness and high character.

It's just a word of love, which is often easy to break, but it can't solve the mood.

After Du Ruo returned to Tongcheng, she fell ill. She had a bad cold and a fever. She must have been cold when she came out of Qiao's house while holding her in her arms.

Seeing that she was not in good health, Aunt Ding stayed for another week to take care of her child.

One week later, the Lunar New Year.

Aunt Ding always had to go back to her hometown for the New Year, so she said goodbye to Du Ruo after paying her salary.

The snow started to fall on New Year's Eve. Du Ruo packed the last bit of luggage in the rental house, put it in a box, and settled the rent with the landlord.

Solemnly bid farewell to Mo Youting.

On the last night, she cooked herself in the rental house and made a meal, which was regarded as a reunion dinner and a farewell meal.

"I'm still breastfeeding, so I can't touch wine, so I'll replace wine with tea. I'm toasting you." She cheerfully raised her teacup, and touched the wine glass in Mo Youting's hand.

In the empty living room, the two drank in front of the lamp, and didn't talk much during the dinner.

After all, Mo Youting had drunk too much.

Fortunately, he didn't come by car, so Du Ruo sent him downstairs.

There is a thick layer of snow on the ground, and there are a series of marks when you step on it.

"Hurry up and go back. Today's New Year's Eve, your mother will remind you again when you go back late, so I won't send you to the alley, and you will be alone on the bed." Du Ruo waved to Mo Youting.

Mo Youting gave a "hmm", turned around and took a few steps forward, Du Ruo turned around after seeing him leave, but just as he stepped out, he heard the sound of stepping on the snow behind him.

A gust of wind swept over, Du Ruo had already been embraced by Mo Youting.

Biting her lips with teeth, grinding, punishing, a little unwilling, but more distressed.

His mouth tasted of the red wine he just drank.

Du Ruo didn't resist and let him kiss.

Gradually suffocating, he stopped, put his palms on her cheeks, seemed to have something important to say, but didn't say it, and finally just hugged Du Ruo to his shoulders.

"My company has a meeting tomorrow morning, so I won't go to the station to see you off. You took it with you alone. Be careful on the way, and give me a call when you get there..."

Du Ruo nodded and put his arms around his shoulders.

Mo Youting closed her eyes, there was a faint milky fragrance on her body.

Some people can only become a thought in life after all.

Fate is not enough, no matter how they get together, they can't get together.

"Okay, you go upstairs, I'm leaving."

He didn't stop, just smiled, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Mo Youting didn't take out the booklet from his pocket until he got into the taxi.

It was still a red cover with a steel seal on it.

The divorce procedure was done yesterday morning.

When Mo Youting signed, Du Ruo hugged him and said a few words softly.

"I'm sorry, thank you…"

Since meeting Du Ruo again in the bar a year ago, she has said these words to Mo Youting countless times.

Through all kinds of experiences, he appeared by her side again and again when she was covered in bruises.

So she is more than sorry.

She is a failure, a guilt, a debt that will disturb her conscience for the rest of her life.

The snow fell for three whole days on New Year's Eve.

The entire Lunar New Year has been soaked in ice.

It is rare to have such a cold winter in the south, and even the news said that the winter was a bit abnormally cold that year.

In the next two years, the temperature in winter was very low, with continuous freezing, and it would not get warmer until next April.

A lot happened in those two years.

Lanwang Hospital has branches in Beijing and Shanghai.

The cooperation project between SilkA and Peking University Clinical Research Institute is progressing smoothly. A new drug for heart failure has been successfully developed to replace angiotensin-converting enzyme inhibitors, and it has entered the clinical trial stage.

The Wumushan Traditional Chinese Medicine Base established a scientific research institution, and officially assigned its business to Shengan in Tongcheng City, which was the predecessor of Tongzhou Pharmaceutical.

Reorganize the business scope to focus on the research and development, production and sales of traditional Chinese medicine.

Half a year later, Tongcheng Shengan was spun off and listed, and its name was changed to Shengtong Pharmaceutical.

Jiang Lei was named CEO.

At the end of the next year, the turnover of SilkAir Group exceeded 650 billion, ranking first among many private pharmaceutical companies in the country.

Among them, biological and biochemical pharmaceuticals achieved sales revenue of 73.2 billion, chemical pharmaceuticals achieved sales revenue of 44.7 billion, and Chinese medicine business achieved sales of 31.4 billion, with exports accounting for 37% of the total, making it the leader in Chinese medicine business among similar companies.

This is Qiao Anming's dream for many years.

Let Shengan's traditional Chinese medicine enter the international market.

He struggled for 22 years and finally achieved his wish.

The celebration party was held at the Shangri-La Hotel in Chongzhou, and people from all walks of life were invited to attend.

Qiao Anming made an exception and drank a few glasses of white wine at the banquet, and didn't go back until close to the early morning.

Gu Lan had just finished painting in the studio and was packing up her painting tools. When she heard Qiao Anming enter the door, she hurried out to help her.

"Why did you drink so much today?" She frowned slightly when she smelled the alcohol on his body.

Qiao Anming walked around Gu Lan's arm calmly, and said with a smile: "Everyone in the company is happy today, and some leaders from the city also came. The hospitality is hard to come by, so I just had a few drinks."

"Is there any discomfort? I'll get you a glass of water?" Gu Lan ignored Qiao Anming's avoidance and forced him to sit on the sofa.

"I don't want to drink water, but I'm a little hungry and want to eat something."

"Alright, I'll call the kitchen, can porridge work? By the way, you can eat something to sober up."

"I don't want to drink porridge." Qiao Anming stopped Gu Lan who was going to make a call drunkenly.

"Then what do you want to eat? I told the kitchen to make it now."

Qiao Anming on the sofa rubbed his eyebrows with his hands. Maybe he was too drunk, so he leaned his head back on the back of the sofa and said to the ceiling: "Crab legs, I want to eat crab legs, spicy..."

"What?" Gu Lan didn't hear clearly for a while.

Qiao Anming repeated with a smile: "Spicy crab legs, put some coriander and garlic..."

Gu Lan saw that he was talking in a daze, and laughed at him: "Sure enough, he was drunk, and started talking nonsense. It's the middle of the night, where can I get these crab legs?"

Looking over, Qiao Anming was already asleep on the sofa with his tie still around his neck.

Gu Lan leaned over to untie his tie, and heard him faltering: "If you eat too much seafood, you have allergies..."

Qiao Anming finally got up late the next day.

Hangover, it was nearly nine o'clock when I woke up, and I opened my eyes to see the familiar but unfamiliar ceiling lamp, bed and wallpaper.

"An Ming, are you awake? If you don't wake up, I'll come and pinch your nose." Gu Lan pushed the door and came in, wearing some crumpled silk pajamas, with a smile on her face, looking good.

Qiao Anming beat his swollen head and regained some consciousness.

"How did I get back last night?"

"You drank too much last night. Xiao Zhang sent you to the door. I saw that you were very drunk, so I helped you to the bed..." Gu Lan patiently explained, Qiao Anming turned to look at his side.

He was sleeping on the right side of the bed, and there was a large empty space on the left side.

The pillows were a bit askew and the sheets were a little wrinkled.

Qiao Anming frowned.

Gu Lan's heart constricted instantly, and it hurt violently, but his face was full of apology.

"I'm sorry, I saw that you were too drunk last night, so I helped you to sleep in the room, so that if you vomit and thirst at night, I will at least have someone to take care of you."

Qiao Anming got off the bed without saying a word.

Gu Lan hurriedly handed over a clean set of shirt and tie.

"Xiao Zhang is already waiting at the door, I brought the clothes from the guest bedroom for you."

Qiao Anming received the shirt but not the tie.

"Thank you."

At any rate, he said something, and took his shirt to leave the bedroom.

Gu Lan anxiously chased him a few steps, stood behind him and asked, "Why don't you go after breakfast, I've brought everything over from the kitchen."

Qiao Anming stopped and stood where he was, without turning his head, but his tone was calm: "I don't have time to eat breakfast, the company has a regular meeting in the morning..."

He went out after saying that.

The door was not closed, and the wind from the end of the corridor blew, and the door was shaken.

The curtains in the bedroom hadn't been drawn yet, so the light was very dark, and a little light came from the side next to the door, and the light spread on the handmade carpet, stretching into a long and narrow golden thread.

Qiao Anming was fully dressed and came downstairs.

Aunt Qin waited attentively at the stairs to greet her.

"Grandpa, you're up. I've ordered breakfast from the kitchen to be brought over. You don't want to leave until you finish eating."

"Don't eat, I don't have time!" Qiao Anming ignored it and walked out the door with his computer.

Aunt Qin couldn't help chasing after her.

"Grandpa, why don't you eat something, there are crab legs you want."

When Qiao Anming heard the word "crab leg", his footsteps unconsciously settled in place.

Seeing that he was not leaving, Aunt Qin immediately chased him cheerfully and explained: "Miss accompanied the cook to the aquatic product market early this morning to pick crabs. This season we have to eat male crabs. Miss squatted at the booth to pick crabs one by one." Yes, look, just by looking at these legs, you can tell that they are all fat and fat..."

Qiao Anming looked at Aunt Qin's hand.

Sure enough, there was a prepared breakfast on the small table next to the screen.

A bowl of porridge and two-color pastries.

A plate of steaming crabs, the best lake crabs, only the legs are taken, stir-fried with crab roe, and sprinkled with some shredded ginger.

The crab legs are fat, smooth and plump, and the color is excellent. There is also vinegar in the small rimmed dish next to it.

So thoughtful, just put this plate of crab legs and porridge together, it seems a bit nondescript.

Qiao Anming was puzzled, and asked, "How did Gu Lan think of asking the kitchen to make crab legs early in the morning?"

"Miss said that you came back last night and wanted to eat this thing all the time, and you were still talking about eating too much seafood and you will be allergic..."

Qiao Anming was a little out of breath for a moment, and his heart twitched violently. This feeling hadn't appeared for a long time.

"Aside from that, what else did I say last night?"

"No, I only said that I want to eat crab legs, so the lady only remembered it all night, and I went to prepare it at dawn."

Aunt Qin didn't notice that Qiao Anming's face had changed, she only cared about being happy alone.

Why is she so happy?

Because Qiao Anming slept in the master bedroom last night, sharing the same bed with Gu Lan.

She vaguely remembered that in the past three years, Qiao Anming had slept in the master bedroom dozens of times that she could count on her fingers, and Gu Lan looked good when she woke up in the morning. With a smug smile, Aunt Qin looked happy.

Not only was she happy, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa, for the sake of making crab legs for you early in the morning, let's eat some before leaving." Aunt Qin persuaded again, her tone almost flattering, even a little impatient.

Qiao Anming's face was not as ugly as before, but he still didn't move, and he didn't look at the plate of crab legs again.

"I don't want to eat, I don't have time." Then she turned and walked out, leaving Aunt Qin standing there with a look of astonishment.

All of this was seen by Gu Lan who came down from upstairs.

All these years, his appearance is the same as before, but his temperament is so cold that people dare not approach him.

Many things, Gu Lan thought that after a long time, they could return to their original appearance, but after three years, she probably couldn't look forward to that day.

"Aunt Qin, dump everything on the table!" Gu Lan said while covering her heart.

Aunt Qin also wanted to comfort her: "Miss, my uncle is probably really busy with things in the company, so I don't have time to stay and have breakfast with you. Don't take it to heart."

"No, we have been husband and wife for more than 20 years, and he has always put work first, I understand." Gu Lan forced a smile, her complexion was quite good in the morning, but now it has returned to its usual bleakness.

Seeing Gu Lan smiling, Aunt Qin felt relieved.

"Miss, it's a good thing. It's a pity. Since I don't have time to eat it, you can eat some by yourself. I see that you eat less and less recently. Last time, Doctor Qin said that you lost weight again." .”

"I won't eat. I've been busy all morning and I'm very tired. I want to go back to my room and sleep again." Gu Lan turned back and went upstairs.

Looking at her thin figure, Aunt Qin couldn't help but feel a little sad. She chased a few steps and asked, "I don't want to eat breakfast, so I should drink some milk. I saw you were busy making breakfast for uncle in the kitchen this morning, so I didn't bring it to you." ..."

"I don't drink milk anymore. I don't have any appetite. Let's pour it all together." Gu Lan didn't turn her head, and she was already walking to the corner while holding on to the handrail of the stairs. Bring me a bottle."

Aunt Qin let out an "ah" and turned her back, her eyes turned red.

(End of this chapter)