Unprepared for attacking wife

Chapter 162 It's time to separate

Xi Yuanqian chuckled, unexpectedly did not deny it, "You're right."

Xu Qiang came over, "President, what's the matter so happy? Tell me to make me happy too!"

Leaning at him, Xi Yuanqian couldn't help but smile, "Okay, let's go do your work!"

Before leaving the company, Xi Heming actually came.

"Brother," he said, "Is there really no turning point for uncle's matter?"

Xi Yuanqian opened the drawer, gave him the letter of understanding that he had prepared a long time ago, and said frankly: "The case he committed is so serious, you should have consulted a lawyer." After a pause, he said: "This is my what can be done at the moment.”

Xi Heming took it and squeezed the paper tightly, "Brother, thank you."

Xi Yuanqian looked at him, didn't speak, and stopped again when he reached the door.

Turning around, he said, "You don't plan to go abroad again, do you?"

"Well, it may stay for a while... After all, my mother is not in a very good condition now."

"Oh," Xi Yuanqian opened the door, his voice was far behind, "Then come and help me."

Xi Heming was stunned.

After leaving the company, Xi Yuanqian rushed to the hospital immediately.

On the way, I passed by a flower shop and picked a bouquet of daisies. It looked refreshing and lovely.

With flowers, he went to the hospital.

Open the door and walk into the ward, the bed is neatly made, and the room is empty.

Putting down the flowers, Xi Yuanqian went out to find the nurse and asked, "Where are the patients in the ward?"

The other party replied: "Miss Shang was discharged from the hospital this morning."

Xi Yuanqian thought he heard it wrong, stood where he was, and smiled stiffly, "No, you must have made a mistake, how could she be discharged from the hospital?"

"She asked to be discharged from the hospital herself, and she has signed with the director. All consequences after discharge are at her own risk..."

Xi Yuanqian turned his head and left, heading straight to the director's office, and the little nurse chased after him, "Sir, is this your flower? I'm sorry, a patient is about to move in, so..."

Take a look at the daisy in her hand, it is delicate and lovely, full of vitality.

With the tip of his tongue against his teeth, he said, "Throw it away."

"Ah? Such a beautiful flower, what a pity..."

After Xi Yuanqian confirmed it with the director, he rushed out of the hospital like a gust of wind, started the car, and went straight to her small apartment.

He left a spare key here, but he never told Mu Mian. He opened the door and went in. What he saw was a tidy room, the furniture was covered with dust-proof cloth, and the shadow of the cello was missing in the corner.

Xi Yuanqian stood blankly, realizing the fact that she had already left, that is, the distance from heaven to hell can be so long in an instant.

Is this the answer she gave?

#
Standing in front of the small garden, looking at the daisies that have sprouted, it is impossible for Kapok to squat down and touch them.

The fish was already dead, Yun Yi told her that on the day the earthquake happened, the fish never sank to the bottom again.

This house is already in her name, and he completed the formalities before going to Nepal, together with all the money in his account...

It was the first time she knew that he was so rich.

Leaning on a cane, she stood for a long time.

Yun Yi came over and said, "Mumian, it's time to go to the airport."

"En." Mu Mian clenched the antique watch in her hand, turned around, and Yun Yi helped her into the car.

Along the way, the two of them didn't have much to say. Yun Yi was driving the car with a heavy heart, and he hesitated to speak several times.

When he was about to arrive at the airport, Mu Mian turned his head, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

When she said this, Yun Yi's tears were about to flow out, and her voice was choked, "Why do you have to go back? You are alone and pregnant, who will take care of you?"

Kapok just smiled and didn't speak.

"My mother calls me every day and asks me to bring you back and let her take care of you. I know you won't agree, so I haven't mentioned it to you..." Fu Yunyi looked back at her with a pleading voice Said: "Kapian, let's not go back, come home with me, okay? You don't want to see Xi Yuanqian, I promise I won't tell him where you are!"

"Yun Yi," Mu Mian looked out of the car window, his eyes were calm and indifferent after several precipitations, "I just want to get closer to him."

With red eye circles, Fu Yunyi took a deep look at her, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, forced a smile, and said, "Wait for me! I'll be able to apply for annual leave soon, and then I'll go see you! It takes only six or seven hours to fly from here to Kathmandu, very close!"

Kapok took out a bunch of keys from the bag and handed them over, "These are the keys to two houses and the car key."

She took it and put it away, and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of everything here!"

It's a red light, as long as 90 seconds.

Yun Yi held the steering wheel, bit her lip and struggled for a long time, finally said: "Fuck the responsibility! Mu Mian, do what you want, don't care about other people! You don't owe anyone!"

Kapok pursed her lips and said "hmm".

At the airport, Yun Yi said: "I will drag the luggage over there, you have to be careful by yourself, if it's inconvenient, ask the flight attendant for help!"

Mu Mian raised her eyebrows, "Okay, don't treat me like a child." After that, he glanced at the cello in the cart, and said hoarsely, "It doesn't matter, I just need to take it with me."

On the way back, Yun Yi turned on her phone and saw that it was full of missed calls from Xi Yuanqian.

She sighed softly and turned off her phone.

#
Kathmandu, one month after the earthquake.

Traces of heavy trauma can be seen in the city. Sitting in a taxi, Kapok was just about to step into this land, and her floating heart suddenly became stable.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath of the damp air—it smells of him.

After checking in at the hotel, I went to a nearby hospital. After the examination, because of the special nature of my body, the doctor suggested that I stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. After some communication, Kapok promised to come to the hospital for examination every day and promised to take good care of myself. That's it.

When leaving, the hospital asked her husband why she was allowed to travel alone.

After thinking for a while, she told the doctor that he was asleep on this land, and she was afraid that he would be lonely, so she would come to accompany him with the child.

The doctor didn't say anything, just lowered his head and covered his red eyes.

After leaving the hospital, a three-wheeled rickshaw came and asked her if she wanted to ride.

Kapok got into the car and rode along the street all the way to Durbar Square.

The weather is fine, the high temperature is about [-] degrees, the sky is blue, the rescue helicopters are no longer seen, and the military trucks have also disappeared from the roadside.Various commercial facilities are also trying to gradually resume operations.

The Durbar Square in the city center is the pride of the people of Kathmandu and even the whole of Nepal, but now, half of the glory that has verified history is now in ruins.

Due to the special construction of ancient buildings, the ruins are connected to other buildings and cannot withstand the cleaning of large cranes or cranes, so the nearby roads are still restricted.Looking from a distance, many buildings have become dilapidated buildings, and the restoration work cannot be carried out immediately. They can only stand quietly in the ruins and wait.

On the nearby commercial street, many small shops were closed, and there were very few pedestrians, which was far from the crowded scene before.

The rickshaw couldn't get through, so it stopped. Kapok paid the fee and walked down slowly. Although his left foot was still a bit inconvenient, his basic movements were no longer a problem.

She walked slowly along the commercial street and saw a familiar breakfast shop.

Walking in, the proprietress raised her head and recognized her at a glance, with a surprised and happy expression, she stepped forward and hugged her.

Only those who have experienced it can understand the feeling of the rest of their lives. Therefore, it doesn't matter. There are too many people who have passed away. It is good to be alive, and to be alive is hope.

Seeing that Kapok was injured, the proprietress sympathetically helped her to sit down. It was almost evening and there were no customers all day. The proprietress told her that the tourism here had almost stopped. Due to the continuous aftershocks after the earthquake, foreign tourists did not dare to visit her. Here again, so, it became like this.

The proprietress is still optimistic, she believes that everything will be fine.

During the conversation, Kapok knew that the proprietress was in her 30s and her name was Prasad, which came from Hinduism and meant "graciousness".

Mu Mian told her her own name, and taught her to pronounce "Mian Mian" over and over again in Chinese. Prasad asked her what she did, and Mu Mian told her, "I am a cello player."

Prasad didn't quite understand the meaning of the cello. Mu Mian thought about it and told her that she would explain it to her tomorrow.

Prasad is very enthusiastic to keep her for dinner, which is a local curry, lentil soup and rice cakes.The two chatted while eating, and there was a long-lost peace.

After bidding farewell to Prasad, Mu Mian left the commercial street, walked along the street with him, sat on the side of the road where he sat with him, and watched the motorcycles passing by in front of him.

In the dark Durbar Square in the distance, there are only a few dim light bulbs, showing that there are workers working.

Get closer, quietly feel the breath of his existence, time seems to go back, staying in the night when her heart was moving.

#
The next day, Kapok came to Prasad's shop with her cello on her back.

Prasad, sitting at the door, saw her coming, and beckoned her in for breakfast.

Kapok has to pay, and she doesn’t want anything, she said, as long as she sees someone sitting in her shop and eating what she cooks, she will be very happy,

Prasad could be heard to be alone.

Kapok didn't ask her family members, maybe it's a taboo, and touching it is a pain to the bone.

"How about this, I will thank you for your generosity in another way."

After Kapok finished speaking, she came to the shop, sat on the rattan chair where Prasad had been sitting, opened the piano case, took out her piano, stroked it lightly with her fingers, and her right hand felt a little dull, which was caused by the injury during the earthquake.

But what does that matter?As long as she can still pull the strings, as long as she is not disabled, she will not give up the cello.

Because, no matter where she is, there is one person who is her only audience.

After fixing the piano, pick up the bow and set it up, and the sound of the piano will pour out immediately.

A "Song of a Thousand Winds"——

Please don't stand by my grave and cry

i'm not there

i am not asleep

into a thousand wisps of wind

I have become a thousand breezes

The sound of the piano is melodious and smooth, like a trickling stream, flowing continuously into everyone's dry heart.

Sitting next to him, Prasad's eyes widened like black pearls, and he was shocked by this wonderful music for the first time!

Kapok's piano sound is not so delicate, but it has a kind of magic that touches people's hearts. This is an important reason why she can squeeze into the music industry with a non-professional background.

On the originally deserted street, people began to stop, listening to her piano, lost in thought.

Mu Mian played very attentively, and didn't care whether her skills were unfamiliar or whether her talent was wasted.

As long as he wants to hear it, she can give it to him anytime and anywhere!
She believed that he could hear it.

After the song was over, the cheeks were wet and cold, and only then did he realize that tears were already streaming down his face.

Prasad looked at her, said nothing, handed over a handkerchief, Kapok took it, and said "thank you".

At this time, someone wanted to take a photo with her, perhaps because she recognized that she was the breeze that blew up the classical music world, or perhaps, she was simply moved by her piano sound.

Kapok declined, thought for a while, and said, "If you don't have breakfast, you can come in and try this one, it's really good."

As a result, at the cost of yet another song, she secured Prasad's first deal in three days.

Prasad was very grateful to her, looking at her smiling face, a simple, slightly dark clean smile, Kapok actually got unprecedented satisfaction, which is hard to get in any concert!

She suddenly found that the applause she enjoyed standing on the stage was not worth Prasad's simple smiling face.

With Kapok, Prasad's shops have a continuous business. The music of Kapok, and the traditional food of Prasad with local characteristics, even though this place is only more than ten square meters, the business is very warm.

In the evening, Prasad beckoned Kapok to sit down, took her hand, and saw the marks of her injury, applied a local herbal medicine to her hand, and then wrapped it with cotton cloth.

After that, the two sat in front of the shop, looking up at the starry sky together.

Kapok raised her head and pointed to the top of her head, "That's the Polaris... to guard for the rest of my life, as long as I want to protect those who want to guard."

Prasad watched, her eyes becoming more and more gentle, and she asked, "Mumian, you came here for your North Star, right?"

Mu Mian chuckled and said, "He used his short life to protect me, and I will use the rest of my life to repay him."

Prasad suddenly felt a little sentimental, "Kapok, you are still young..."

Kapok turned her head and asked with a smile, "What about you? Where's your North Star?"

Prasad paused, then looked back, and landed on the bright star not far above her head, "I'm waiting, waiting for it to appear."

Kapok stopped asking any more questions, and raised her head, together with her, to look up at the only light in the sky.

#
Mu Mian checked out of the hotel and moved directly to Prasad's attic, where there are vacant rooms. During the day, she used the cello to help Prasad attract business, and at night, she taught Prasad some Chinese dishes.

A few days later, Prasad launched the Chinese breakfast, which was very popular, especially some Chinese tourists praised her authentically.

Kapok sat quietly in front of the store, with her beloved cello in her arms.

The sun was lazily shining on her increasingly plump body, and Prasad would come over occasionally to bring her some milk or fresh fruit.In short, I will do my best to take care of her pregnant.

In his spare time, Kapok will try to compose music, without limited ideas, only doing whatever he wants.

She will record everything, night wind, blue sky, city, street, lovers, faith and...waiting.

After breakfast, Kapok was still sitting at the door. When Prasad came out, seeing that she was concentrating again, he said with a smile, "Kapian, you should rest."

"Just a few more minutes." She responded casually, completely immersed in her own music world.

Prasad raised his head and looked at the opposite side inadvertently, "Mumian, do you know the man opposite? He has been staring at you for a long time."

"I don't know." Kapok said casually without raising her head.

In the past few days, many people have inquired about her, but she is too lazy to answer, and she is not afraid that these people will dig out any piece of her past.Therefore, whether it was a photographer or a reporter, she followed them all.

Prasad responded, and there happened to be a guest at this time, so she turned to entertain.

Kapok sat on the rattan chair, biting the pen holder, pressing her fingers unconsciously on her knees, and then scribbling on the notebook.

Prasad came out to bring her a glass of water, and reminded again: "You should rest."

"Okay, rest now."

Seeing that Kapok was still concentrating, Prasad just shook his head and laughed, knowing that she was stubborn, so it was useless to say it.

When she was about to walk in, she stopped again and stared at the man standing opposite, "Mumian, do you really not know him?"

"Who?"

After she asked the second time, Kapok slowly raised her head.

When her eyes touched the person opposite, her eyes froze for a moment.

The man on the opposite side finally moved. He stretched his long legs and walked towards her slowly.

Prasad looked at the two of them, understood a little bit, and patted her on the shoulder lightly, "I'm going in to get busy."

As he approached, Kapok looked up at him little by little, and said, "You've lost weight."

I haven't seen him these days, he has become very thin, and the contours of his cheeks have become more and more obvious.

He looked at her and said, "You're fat."

Kapok smiled and looked down, "Prasad was afraid that I would not be nutritious, so he forced me to eat a lot of food every day. I couldn't get fat." Thinking of something, he asked again: "Is it ugly?"

He smiled, "Not ugly."

Kapok nodded: "Well, that's good."

His eyes fell on her slightly swollen belly, he squatted down, stretched out his hand hesitantly, his big palm still landed on it, feeling the tight touch there, he didn't dare to use force, just rested it gently on it.

"Time flies," she said. "It's been four months."

"Is he nice?" he asked.

"Well, I just learned to move, and I'm still very good."

After a long time, he raised his head, and through the sunlight behind her, her face was a little erratic, "You took good care of him and yourself."

"To Prasad's credit."

He poked his head over and glanced in the direction behind her, and the woman named Prasad was also looking this way, with obvious concern in her eyes.

"You've met a nice guy," he said.

Kapok smiled: "I can always meet good people."

He lowered his head and smiled wryly, "Unfortunately, I don't count."

Looking at him steadily, she said, "Ah Qian, I'm fine now."

Xi Yuanqian's expression became a little stiff, she didn't say anything, she knew why he came.

"But I'm not good." His voice was calm, with sadness that was about to sink to the bottom.

"I know you're here, I don't want to come, but I can't help but want to come to you..." He rested his head on her knees and whispered: "That day, I bought flowers and went to the hospital... ...But, how could you leave without saying a word?"

Kapok pursed her lips, "I'm sorry."

She should apologize, she has always owed him.

"I don't want your apology," Xi Yuanqian looked up, his eyes bloodshot, "Kapian, I won't force you to do anything, as long as you stay by my side, I can see you anytime, anywhere..."

Kapok raised her lips and shook her head: "I want to stay here."

Xi Yuanqian expected this answer, but when she said it herself, she would still feel lost, even despaired.

He stood up, squinted his eyes, as if trying to wake her up, "He's gone! He's dead! Do you want to spend your whole life burying him with him?"

Kapok, who was still smiling, changed his face at that moment.

She looked at him with indifferent eyes, "This is my choice, I don't need any advice."

"Okay, it's your choice! I don't need to talk!" Xi Yuanqian took a deep breath and raised his finger to her stomach, "You want him to accompany you to die alone here? Is this fair to him? ? Kapok, you could have given him a better future."

Hearing this, Mu Mian laughed, "Lonely forever..." Looking around, the streets here are no longer so strangers, and she even knows a lot of nearby shopkeepers.

So, see, getting used to is life.

"Aqian, he's here." She narrowed her eyes and murmured, "I can't leave him."

Xi Yuanqian suddenly looked like a frustrated beast, drooping his head weakly, and said: "Kapian, let me do something for you, let me take care of your future, let me take care of your mother and child... don't do this, I will I don’t know what is the meaning of my life.”

At this moment, Kapok looked serious, looked at him and said, "Ah Qian, you shouldn't live for me."

He smiled wryly, "If only it were as simple as you said." Looking at her, his eyes deepened, "You know, I can't."

Kapok stared at him, and was moved at that moment.

But she had to be cruel again, "Go back," she said, "Don't come here again."

Xi Yuanqian's eyes were red, and she went over, knelt on the ground on one knee, held her hands, and buried her cheeks in her palms, "You can hate me as much as you want, just don't tell me to leave... I can't stand it." .”

He couldn't bear the pain of tearing out his heart.

"Aqian, it's time for you to grow up," she said earnestly, "As you said, we still have a long way to go, but our paths are different, so it's time to separate."

She has her own desire to go.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a little sad, "Why do we have to separate?"

"Kapok, I don't want to." He said.

"Go back." Pushing away his hand, she got up and went back.

The sun was infinitely bright, but he knelt alone in the ice and snow.

Prasad glanced outside and sighed faintly: "If the person you were waiting for never comes back..."

"Then I'll wait too." Mu Mian took a sip of water, raised her eyes, and looked into the distance, "It's better than telling myself that he's dead."

(End of this chapter)