Hidden Beauty in the Dark: The CEO's Secret Lover

Chapter 107 How Much I Loved Once, How Much I Hate Now
Western suburbs cemetery.

The light rain is like a cow's hair, eloquently, and when the wind blows, it is like smoke.

Holding a small floral umbrella in one hand and a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in the other, Jian Qingyin climbed up the steps step by step.

But in just two months, she came to visit Su Weian again.Last time, I went back to N city secretly, came and left quietly, not daring to stay for too long.This time, it was the first time in three years that she finally set foot on this land that had given her pain and pain.

Wei An, are you okay in heaven?

From afar, I saw a slender figure standing in front of Wei An's tombstone.A black windbreaker with flaps.The man was holding a big black umbrella, standing there quietly, his handsome and dusty back, in the misty rain, was like a timeless ink painting on his clothes, flowing like smoke.

Who is that?Why is the back so familiar?
Jian Qingyin's hands trembled slightly, and her lips turned pale.

Wei An, is that you?is it you?

Knew I was coming to see you, so you showed up, didn't you?
In the drizzle, she trembled slightly, and subconsciously, as if being drawn by something somewhere, she walked towards the figure step by step.

Finally, as if she had experienced thousands of rivers and mountains, when she was a few steps away from the familiar figure, she stopped, and called out in a trembling and unbelievable voice: "Wei An."

The back seemed to stiffen for a moment, then slowly turned around.

Jian Qingyin froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's you." The deep loss couldn't be concealed in her voice.

It's Gu Shanglu.The man I met in the rehabilitation center.

Seeing her, Gu Shanglu seemed a little surprised, "Qingyin?"

He looked at the white chrysanthemum in her hand, "What is this?"

Jian Qingyin smiled faintly, "I'm here to visit my old friend."

"Old man?" Gu Shanglu looked at Su Weian's tombstone, and seemed to understand a little bit.

Jian Qingyin stepped forward and gently placed the white chrysanthemum in her hand in front of the tombstone. Then, she bent down slightly, and gently stroked the handsome face on the tombstone with her slender fingers, "Only Ann, I came to see you..."

In the drizzle, she closed her eyes slightly, and whispered, "But why, you always don't come into my dreams?"

The wind blew her long hair, making that plain white jade face even more pale and almost transparent.

Gu Shanglu stood quietly behind her, holding an umbrella, and looked at her silently, his eyes flashed with complex expressions. .

After a long time, Jian Qingyin finally straightened up, holding the umbrella with small floral flowers, took two steps back, and stood side by side with Gu Shanglu in front of the tombstone, with endless sadness circulating in his expression.

"Don't be too sad." Gu Shanglu comforted her, "He is the spirit in the sky, and he also hopes that you will live well."

How are you?Jian Qingyin smiled wryly, could she live well without him?In the past three years, she has endured inner torment all the time. She was lying under another man, her mind was full of her heart, but he was the only thing she was thinking about.Does he know these things?If he really has a spirit in heaven, why wouldn't he entrust her with a dream?Why didn't he tell her that he had forgiven her?In this way, she no longer has to blame herself, feel guilty, or suffer any more.

"You know?" She said quietly, "I loved him so much, and now I hate him so much."

Gu Shanglu's eyes dimmed, "You..."

Jian Qingyin's expression was stained with pain, "I hate him, why did you abandon me and go away alone. I hate him, why does he still occupy my heart after death, and refuses to do anything else? I hate him. After messing up my life, I turned around gracefully, leaving me an incomplete life that can no longer be fulfilled. Because of hatred, I can't forgive myself until now, because of him, I have lost the ability to love, and I can no longer start a new life..."

"Qing Yin." Gu Shanglu looked at her in pain, but didn't know how to comfort her.

She said sadly, with a sad smile, "Shanglu, have you ever seen a gecko with a broken tail? How I wish I was a gecko, and with a broken tail, I could grow a new one. In this way, I will You can forget about him, and you don’t have to live like this, so tired, so tired..."

Eyes closed, tears dripping down in strings.

Gu Shanglu sighed, and silently handed over a blue checked handkerchief.

He didn't pick up her words, because he knew that what she needed at this moment was just to vent her heart.It's better to cry a little, maybe.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the tombstone.The man in the photo is smiling brightly, so happy and satisfied.He suddenly felt some pain in his eyes, and he couldn't deny the envy and jealousy in his heart.

After a while, he sighed silently, thinking, Su Weian, look, how happy you are, even if you are dead, there are still people who miss you like this.You really did not love the wrong person. This woman only has you in her heart. I am proud and proud of you.

So, give her a new love and let her start a new life.She is a good woman, and a good woman should be happy.

He didn't say these things, he just stood there quietly, holding an umbrella, quietly looking at Jian Qingyin who was trapped in memories and looked sad, his eyes were shining like a bright moon and stars.

The mountains and forests are silent, and the leaves fall silently.Only the boundless drizzle, as thick as unresolved sorrow, filled the sky over the cemetery, and even the wind could not blow it away.

When going down the mountain, Jian Qing said, "Did you come here by car?"

Gu Shanglu nodded. "yes."

Jian Qingyin said, "That's great, give me a ride."

It's hard to get a taxi here.

Gu Shanglu smiled slightly, "Why don't we find a place to sit and have a cup of coffee?"

Jian Qingyin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay." She did have some doubts and needed his answers.

For example, how did he know Wei An.

Left Bank Coffee.Jian Qingyin and Gu Shanglu sat opposite each other by the window.

The rain was already heavy, and the rainwater flowed down the floor-to-ceiling glass, interweaving into winding traces.

Perhaps because of the rain, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and there were very few people in the coffee shop, only a few people.The waiter is wiping the glasses, and the melodious music is flowing slowly. It is a very old English song, "Bressanone" by Matthew Lien: "here i stand in bressanone with the stars up in the sky ..."

Gu Shanglu gently stirred the liquid in the cup with a small spoon.

Jian Qingyin noticed that when he drank coffee, he didn't add sugar cubes.She couldn't help asking, "Don't you like sugar when you drink coffee?"

Gu Shanglu noticed a word, "Also?"

"Weian doesn't like it either." Jian Qingyin was a little distracted, and murmured, "He said that only bitter coffee can be considered really strong, and it doesn't necessarily make people uncomfortable. Drinking it is the whole mouth and throat rather than coffee. It’s just the feeling of the tongue. He also said that only those who really understand coffee can enjoy this kind of richness.”

Gu Shanglu smiled and picked up the coffee cup.

Jian Qingyin looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Speaking of which, the two of you are quite alike, both like to drink bitter coffee, both like to use blue checked handkerchiefs, even your body shape and charm are somewhat similar... ..."

Gu Shanglu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So you always recognize me as him?"

Jian Qingyin was a little embarrassed, "How did you two know each other? Why have I never heard him talk about you before?"

Gu Shanglu put down his coffee cup, "Why didn't he tell you? He and I met when we were studying in France. At that time, we were both strangers in a foreign land, so we naturally felt lonely inside, so we often went to I met him in a bar for fun. He is very sunny, honest, and he likes to stand up for his friends. Once I drank too much and got into a fight with a nigger at the bar. Not to mention, when I went up, I opened a bottle for the nigger, and the nigger fell down clutching his head. Because of this, he was almost expelled from school."

He said with a smile, "As you know, the Su family can be regarded as a rich family, so this matter was settled with money later. Since then, he and I have become close friends. Clubbing together, playing together, racing cars together, chasing girls together."

Speaking of this, Gu Shanglu smiled wryly, with a sad expression on his face, "During that time, I was really young and didn't know what it was like to be sad. The two of us are the rich second generation in the eyes of others. We spent money abroad with our parents' money. Because the two of us have similar appearances, many people think we are brothers, and our relationship is indeed as good as brothers..."

Jian Qingyin silently lowered her eyes.

Her relationship with Su Weian started after he returned to China.He rarely talked to her about foreign affairs, so she didn't know what friends he had abroad.When they were together, most of them were thinking about the future, and the most talked about was how to be together. Now that I think about it, she actually knows very little about him.

Gu Shanglu sighed, "My family knows that we have a good relationship, so we have been hiding the news of his death. I have just returned to China, and I only found out about it recently. I really didn't expect him to be so early. died young..."

Jian Qingyin's face became paler and paler.

Seeing that she looked wrong, Gu Shanglu hurriedly said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said this..."

"It's okay." Jian Qingyin took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for him."

Gu Shanglu shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with love. It is the Su family who are too obsessed with family concepts. Only An Ruoquan knows that you love him so deeply, and you should be relieved. It's just—" He sighed, Looking at her with dark eyes, "You really don't have to suffer yourself like this. The deceased is gone, and he must also hope that you can live better, instead of being stuck in the past and being bound by your own demons. Qingyin, He looked at him sincerely, "I know Wei An, if he was still alive, he would definitely not want to see you like this."

Obviously at the age of a flower, but lifeless, without a trace of vitality that a young woman should have, like a flower that has lost its moisture and nourishment, slowly withering.

Jian Qingyin's eyes filled with tears again.It seemed that after returning to N city, she cried a lot.She shook her head, her eyes were foggy, "You don't understand. Shanglu, you don't even know what happened between us, and you don't even know how Wei'an died..."

Gu Shanglu was startled, "Isn't it a car accident?"

"Car accident? Haha." Jian Qingyin laughed while shedding tears, "No, it wasn't a car accident, it was my willfulness, it was my willfulness that killed him. I am the murderer..."

She covered her face and cried helplessly.

Seeing her painful appearance, a trace of pity flashed across Gu Shanglu's eyes.He got up, walked around the table, gently took her head into his arms, then patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her softly, "Okay, don't be sad, it's all over , don't think about it anymore..."

There was a familiar smell in his bosom, like cologne, and like pine, dry and pleasant.Jian Qingyin's mind was a little dazed, and for a moment she couldn't tell whose arms she was in.Is it Su Weian, or Gu Shanglu?
But she is greedy for this smell, how long has she not smelled such a familiar smell?And his embrace was like a tranquilizer, she leaned on him, and her heart felt unprecedentedly peaceful.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

In the quiet and elegant coffee shop, raindrops were beating on the window lattice.And the men and women hugging each other by the window, the man is handsome and handsome, the woman is beautiful and moving, she leans against him, he hugs her, none of them breaks this rare silence and eternity.

The music is still flowing melodiously, this frame is too beautiful to be destroyed.

If, I mean if, no acquaintances.

(End of this chapter)