Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 7 The Tearing Blue Lotus
That day, the wind was really strong.

I rushed all the way to the city center, and the busiest intersection was blocked by traffic and crowds.Through the crowd, I saw a thin figure of a woman swaying by the guardrail on the top floor of the newly completed 12-story commercial building.

She was wearing a long lake blue silk dress, which looked as ethereal as a blue lotus when the wind blew.

How could it be Ning Qinglan, even though she really had such a beautiful lake blue dress.But why did she choose to die?For Bo Yuntian?Because he was going to divorce her?
No, in this life, she would rather love a thousand strangers on the street than him.

However, there was a lot of discussion among the crowd: "The female writer has suffered from mental illness again."

"Abandoned by her husband."

"She was not a good woman in the first place, attracting bees and butterflies everywhere."

"I heard that there is a girl who goes to school."

"Hey, crazy girl from No. [-] Middle School, that's not a fuel-efficient lamp--"

The indifference of human feelings and the cruelty of people's hearts make me shudder.In the traffic flow of the crowd, I squeezed desperately and rushed forward.

The police had already arrived to pull the yellow cordon, and the news media had also arrived. With this move, Ning Qinglan successfully made herself the focus of the entire town.

I don't believe she will really seek death, because her "Tumi" is not over yet, she still has me - I sadly find that I am insignificant, my father is going to divorce, my mother is going to commit suicide, they never consider my feelings .

I was sweating profusely as I walked through the crowd. Suddenly, Bo Yuntian appeared in my sight, and a fat policeman was eagerly talking to him.

"Dad--" I yelled, and continued to squeeze forward, my forehead was full of sweat.He didn't hear it at all.

Looking up, the woman on the top of the building was still sitting there quietly. There was a white cloud floating in the sky behind her, and the wind blew her long hair. That scene was surprisingly beautiful.

Sweat flowed down the hairline, and I finally broke through the cordon and shouted: "Dad!"

Only he can save her, if not a divorce, maybe it is possible.

But soon, I was desperate.

A young woman, Pingting, came out of the crowd, calling Bo Yuntian with a soft and aggrieved voice.

"Why are you here?" Bo Yuntian, who kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, said to the woman in a short white skirt with wavy hair, "Don't worry about it, I can take care of it."

This was the first time I saw Ye Congling - the woman who spoke on the phone, Bo Yuntian's lover in Beijing.

Her face is like peach blossoms, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her eyes are like autumn waters. Under the midsummer sun, her delicate features shine with an almost transparent luster.

Different from Ning Qinglan's ever-changing decadence, she is so young, so exquisite and tactful, like colored glaze.A pair of shimmering eyes looked at Bo Yuntian timidly, and his tense expression immediately relaxed.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, don't worry." He kept comforting her, as if she was the one who was dying sitting on the top of the building, not his wife who had been with him for 15 years.

The woman in white looked very weak: "Yuntian, why don't you promise her, just don't mention the divorce for now."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and began to wipe her tears, and I cursed in my heart, "Fuck you, the acting is too fake, it almost drove my mother to death, and you are still pretending to be pitiful to my father."

Unexpectedly, Bo Yuntian said: "How can that be, what about the child in your belly?"

I was stunned.

The world is too complicated, far beyond what my 14-year-old brain can imagine and bear.

Unexpectedly, the more disgusting scene was still to come. She lowered her head and said with a sob: "You... If you are in trouble, I will get rid of it..."

I saw that You Lian was very effective for Bo Yuntian, his eye circles turned red instantly, he hugged her, and kissed her deeply on the forehead.

I couldn't help shivering.

Looking up again, my mother is still beside the clouds, her figure is so beautiful and so desolate in the sunlight.

"Mom-Mom--" I jumped and waved vigorously, I wanted her to see me and let her remember that there was such a minor daughter as me.

"Mom, can you come down, if you die, I'll be an orphan..." I cried, tears pouring down on the ground, I fell to my knees, facing the glare of the sun, in her direction , knocking his head heavily on the ground.

Now, Bo Yuntian saw me, and Ye Congling also saw me. All the policemen, media reporters, and onlookers all cast their eyes on me.

I fell on the ground and cried for a long time, with snot and tears streaming down my face. I don't know which TV station's camera reporter kept pointing the camera lens at me, and kept filming cruelly.

The sound of the wind in my ears seems to be piercing my heart.

I put my face on the dirty and hard concrete floor, and I thought that if Ning Qinglan jumped off today, I would crash my head and die here. I would make Bo Yuntian a sinner, and with guilt, I would live and die without peace for the rest of my life!

At this moment, the crowd suddenly screamed.I hurriedly raised my head, only to see a sudden gust of wind shaking Ning Qinglan's standing body violently, the situation was very dangerous.

I quickly got up, but was blocked by a group of reporters.They held cameras, video cameras, tape recorders, and pointed their black hole-like lenses at me, seemingly interested.

"Who are you, the lady who is going to jump off the building?"

"Has she been mentally stimulated?"

"I heard that your parents are going to divorce, right?"

"Do you have any professional ethics! She's just a child!" A man squeezed in among the reporters, grabbed my arm and left.

Bo Yuntian angrily dragged me away from the reporters. He pushed me to Ye Congling who was standing beside him, and then said to me with a frown: "You wait here obediently."

His expression was always calm, so calm that he was indifferent and cold-blooded, which made me feel strange.He discussed with the police for a while, then went upstairs to negotiate with Ning Qinglan.To prevent accidents, he was followed by two police officers, and a life-saving air cushion had been laid downstairs.

"Mom, Mom..." My brain went blank, and I just kept crying.A policewoman asked me sympathetically, "Is your mother up there?"

I didn't even have the energy to nod.

At this time, a delicate and white hand stretched out and gently pressed my shoulder.

"Your mother will be fine."

Her voice was as gentle as her movements, and she looked at me comfortingly, her eyes seemed kind but distant.

I took a step back and opened her hand vigorously: "You are the fault of the hypocritical vixen, get out!"

She was stunned, and staggered back because she was unprepared, her rosy face turned pale in an instant.

After a while, she smiled wryly, and lowered her thick eyelashes like small fans: "If I had known this, I would not have come with him."

While speaking, they only heard the voice of the crowd again, and hurriedly raised their heads, but the lake blue figure was no longer on the roof.I immediately broke out in cold sweat, threw her away and ran upstairs, just after two steps, I bumped into the arms of a soft woman exuding a faint orchid fragrance.

That's the taste that only belongs to Ning Qinglan.

"Mom!" I looked up and saw Ning Qinglan's face as calm as a lotus in a clear lake.She lightly hugged my shoulder, then raised her head and walked gracefully towards Ye Congling who was standing there in a daze.

"After Bo Yuntian and I divorced, he didn't have a penny of property." The corners of her lips suddenly curled into a weird smile: "So, I hope that after you marry him, you won't have nothing."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and called me: "Xiasha, go home with mom."

What makes Ning Qinglan different from ordinary people is that even if she successfully created a farce of jumping from a building that caused a sensation in the city, she can still gracefully end this game that should have ended in a miserable and miserable ending.

She even smiled and said to the cameras of reporters, "I am Qinglan, a writer in this city. My new book "Tumi" is about to be finished. I hope that publishing houses that are interested in cooperating can come to me. Thank you."

The divorce procedures were completed quickly, and when Bo Yuntian was about to return to Beijing, he said reluctantly, "Shasha, don't you really want to go to Beijing?"

I wanna go.I sang "I love Tiananmen, Beijing, the sun rises on Tiananmen" since I was a child. Although I really want to see the national flag raised at Tiananmen, see the Jinshui Bridge, climb the Badaling Great Wall, visit Fragrant Mountain... But I am sure, because the damn Ye Congling and Bo Yuntian are in There, so I swear that I will never step into Beijing half a step in my life!
I stared coldly into Bo Yuntian's eyes and said word by word: "Father, I will always hate you."

There are always many variables in life, and the ignorant young people always talk about it easily. At that time, I never imagined that I would have so many entanglements with Beijing later.

Because of one person, one hates one city.And because I love someone, I am deeply attached to this city.

In my time in Vancouver, in my dreams every night, I always lingered in the time in Beijing. In the small alleys entwined with green vines, there are boys and girls on bicycles laughing like flowers. The girl is me, and the boy is Lin Beifeng... We are at the pigeon whistle Chatting, quarreling, kissing, crying under the distant sky...

(End of this chapter)