Waiting for you to fall a flower

She comforted herself with a sad voice, "Your life is not perfect. Why should you care about the imperfection now?"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The heavy roar silenced the noisy crowd. The reporters turned around and looked up and down at a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Yu Sanshun frowned doubtfully and strode into the room. He walked in front of Song Qiulian. His imposing manner had suddenly become docile, "Qiulian, what's going on here?"

"Ask your daughter, how would I know?" Song Qiulian slammed the door shut and shut all the reporters out.

"What happened to Xiaoya?" Yu Sanshun, who had closed the door, quickly turned his eyes to his daughter.

"Nothing. I'm getting married. I'm just interviewing a reporter."

Yu Jingya's answer was light and breezy, but in her parents' ears, it was like a storm in the sea.

"Are you really going to marry into a rich family and become young mistress?"

Song Qiulian still doubted the truth of the matter, and there was too much insecurity in her puzzled eyes about Yu Jingya, as if Jing Ya should find a man who was unbearable for her to feel normal...

With a self-deprecating smile, jing ya met her mother's inquisitive gaze and asked mockingly, "Mom, are you not confident in me or yourself?"

Without waiting for her mother to answer, she frowned and thought about it, "I think you don't have confidence in yourself."

"Why?" Song Qiulian asked with a livid face.

"You gave birth to me. You must have no confidence in yourself, because you don't think you can have a daughter who can marry into a rich family according to your genes, can you?"

She stared at her mother's face, which had turned from blue to purple, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved...

Yu Sanshun, who was standing there in a daze, was finally brought back to his senses by the tense atmosphere. He asked in a knot, "Xiaoya, you, are you really getting married? Or... A rich family?"

She patted her father on the shoulder with her delicate hands. Jingya told him with affirmative eyes and told her mother who didn't like her to listen to her.

"Yes, I am going to get married. I am going to marry a man who has everything. You have one thing to be thankful for and one thing to be sorry for. Fortunately, I will be out of your sight in the future. Unfortunately, I will no longer be your atm, even if I marry into a rich family."

Yu Jingya was never heartless, but no one had feelings for her. The word'love' had been a cold and stiff word in her life for the past twenty years.

"Sis, you are really the pride of our Yu family..." Yu Wancheng pushed open the bedroom door and rushed out. He had heard the voices outside. Although his appearance broke the original stiff situation, but at the same time fell into another kind of deadlock.

"Sis, it would be nice to marry a rich man, but..." He hesitated. Nuonuo looked up at Yu Jingya and whispered, "What if Brother teng yu comes back?"

Maybe there was someone who grew up with you, and you walked through the years of ignorance side by side, laughing and crying together, but you were just childhood sweethearts, that's all...

Yu Jingya shut herself in and knocked on the door, but she turned a deaf ear.

At the beginning of the night, the night gradually fell. The ringing of the cell phone pierced the silence of the night, but it did not break the condensed thoughts.

Faye Wong's "Unrepentant" was sung several times before she calmly picked up her phone and pressed the answer button. To the extent of indifference, she could not even see who was calling.

"... Hello," a feeble voice filled with worrisome exhaustion.

"Let's meet." Ye Beicheng suggested calmly and lightly, and his tone did not detect any guilt towards her.