Waiting for you to fall a flower

Ye Beicheng's heart ached at her words. Jing Ya was sitting opposite him, but there was no other river between them.

A meal without any appetite was finally over. After that, Ouyang Feng opened his dvd and began to sing.

Jing Ya sat quietly in the corner. She usually just didn't like to sing, but tonight, she wasn't even in the mood to listen.

The melody of "Can't hurt" on the stereo was distorted again by Ouyang feng. Before the song was finished, Yang Qianxue couldn't bear to snatch the microphone." Okay, it's so ugly. Don't make a fool of yourself."

She clicked on Teresa Teng's song, "The moon represents my heart," and her eyes were fixed on Ye Beicheng.

Although Yang Qianxue sang affectionately, he did not sing Teresa Teng's voice. There was always a lack of rhythm in his soft voice that could move people's hearts.

"Qianxue, do you want to hear what song Brother bei sang frequently during your three years away?"

Ouyang Feng did not miss a chance to provoke Jing Ya, deliberately arousing Yang Qianxue's curiosity.

"Sure." Qianxue snuggled up to Ye Beicheng's shoulder, "North city, sing it to me."

"No, I drank too much tonight. I feel dizzy."

This was the first time that Ye Beicheng had rejected Yang Qianxue's request. The woman who had been leaning against his shoulder had a dim look in her eyes and asked in disappointment, "It doesn't matter if you sing poorly. Can I hear it?"

Ye Beicheng didn't want to disappoint her, but he really didn't want to sing.

"North city..." Yang qianxue shook his arm, her eyes becoming more and more expectant.

"... Okay."

In the end, he still couldn't bear to disappoint the woman he loved. Ye Beicheng took the microphone, and Ouyang feng had already searched out the song he was going to sing.

The sad melody of "Song of departure" slowly spread. Ye Beicheng had just begun to sing the first sentence:" at first, I only believed that the great thing was love..."

He lost his voice in the second sentence. The music was still playing, but the singer could not make a sound.

"Brother bei, why don't you sing?"

Ouyang Feng pulled his throat in confusion. Ye Beicheng sighed and turned to explain, "Qianxue, I'm sorry. My head is really dizzy. I can't sing."

Yang Qianxue nodded regretfully, "Well, it's okay. There's always a chance to hear it again."

"Then you guys have fun. I'll go out and get some air."

Ye Beicheng handed the microphone to Qianxue and walked straight to the door. As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly heard Qianxue say, "Jing Ya, come and sing."

"No, no, I can't sing."

"Ouch, what can't you sing? Don't be modest. No beautiful woman can't sing!"

Yang Qianxue shoved the microphone into Jing Ya's hand. "Come on, give me face."

Jing Ya could not help but get up and say to Ouyang Feng, "Change me for sad pacific."

Ouyang Feng turned around and shook her head speechlessly. The village girl was the village girl. When was the time when she sang sad pacific ocean? But on second thought, at this time, the disappointed Yu Jingya didn't sing this song, so she still sang "Honey" ?

When the music started, Jing Ya calmly stared at the screen in front of her. This was the first time she had sung in front of so many people, but he was the only one missing.

Is it really cruel to leave?

Or perhaps gentleness is shameful.

Or a lonely person.

Day and night, unconditional

Is it really dangerous ahead?

Or betrayal is considerate.

Or is it easier to escape?

...

Jing Ya had a good voice and a good grasp of his emotions. Fei Shaocheng was fascinated, Ouyang Feng was dumbfounded, and even Yang Qianxue had a hint of envy and jealousy in his eyes.

None of this mattered. The important thing was Ye Beicheng standing outside the door. He also heard that the people inside were just appreciating, but he was heartbroken, because they did not know that Yu Jingya had been longing for Yang Guo who belonged to her.

A text message came from Fei Shaocheng's phone. He took it out and looked at it. He frowned and looked out the door.

"Jing Ya, I have something to tell you. Can I borrow a word?"

Ouyang Feng glared at him unhappily, "What did you say that you can't say it in front of us?"

"Personal matters." Fei Shaocheng smiled.

"Hey, what can you two do for yourself?" Yang Qianxue looked at Jing Ya narrowly, obviously misunderstanding their relationship.

"I can't tell you this for now. It's a secret."

The more Fei Shaocheng said that, the more Yang Qianxue believed in his own judgment. Only Ouyang Feng understood that this was just a diversion.

But what if he knew? In front of Qianxue, he could only pretend not to know anything.

"Let's go." Fei Shaocheng arched jingya and walked out of the living room side by side.

There was also a house outside the The ou family villa with several guest rooms inside. Jing Ya followed Fei Shaocheng and asked doubtfully, "What do you want to say?"

"We'll know when we get there."

He walked straight to one of the guest rooms and pushed open the dark door.

"Just say something outside."

Jing Ya didn't want to go in. Right now, she wasn't in the mood to do anything or say anything.

"Come in. It's not convenient outside."

Fei Shaocheng pulled her into the room, but he closed the door.

Suddenly, she was in the dark, which made her uneasy heart even more scared. Jing Ya beat the door hard and roared, "Fei Shaocheng, what are you doing? Why did you lock me up?"

While she was in a state of anxiety, a hand that was slapping on the door was suddenly held tightly by someone. She turned her head in shock. Under the moonlight, that person, that face, and that familiar smell all belonged to the person who made her heart ache.

Only then did she realize that she had been fooled by Fei Shaocheng.

"Let me go." Jing Ya struggled and tried to escape, but Ye Beicheng was stronger than her and she could not escape.

"Jing Ya..."

Ye Beicheng called out to her hoarsely, "I suddenly wanted to see you, so I asked Shaocheng to bring you here."

Ah, Jing Ya sneered, his heart throbbing, "Ye Beicheng, I'm your lawful wife. Why can't you be fair and square if you want to see me? Do you have to touch it so secretly?"

She really hated ye North city because he made her feel really pitiful...

"Shall we talk for a while?"

Ye Beicheng's magnetic voice made Jing Ya unable to refuse. She remembered the night she met him for the first time. He whispered in her ear, "Don't shout. Help me. I'll give you whatever you want..."

The same voice, the same person, the same sky, everything except tonight's moonlight.

However, the mood was different.

"About what?" Jing Ya stopped struggling and stared at the man in front of him through the moonlight.

"Come and sit down."

Ye Beicheng pointed to the sofa behind him. Jing Ya took a deep breath and walked over gently.

"How have you been these days?"

"Not good."

He sighed and did not ask why it was bad, because the answer, he understood.

"Did Ouyang Feng invite you over tonight?"

"Besides him, who else wants to see me?"

Yes, no one wanted to see her. Ouyang Feng was the only one who wanted to see her, but he wanted to embarrass her.

"I'm sorry to have wronged you..."

"What's the use of being sorry? I'm sorry. It's just to comfort the person who did something wrong. It doesn't help the person who was hurt at all!"

Jing Ya's sharp questioning made the man sitting next to her feel like a knife in his heart. He reached out to hug her, but she avoided him.

"Ye Beicheng, there are only so many places around a person, and you can only give so much. In this small circle, if someone wants to come in, some people have to leave..."

She bit her lips and tried to hold back the urge to cry. She said to the silent man, "Make your decision as soon as possible. I don't want to live like this for another day."

Jing Ya said and stood up to leave. Ye Beicheng grabbed her, but what if he did? As she said, there are only so many positions around a person, and if he pulls her down, there won't be much more he can give.

The air seemed to freeze, and the moonlight shone on the woman standing and the man sitting, emitting an indescribable sadness.

Ye Beicheng wanted to say something to her, but his lips moved back and forth, meaning that he could not say a word. In the end, he could only remain silent.

After some time, Jing Ya said, "If you keep holding on to me like this, I'll take it as if you love me. After leaving this door, I'll tell Yang Qianxue immediately that I'm your wife. I won't allow anyone to take my husband away from me, not even the woman he loved the most."

After saying these words, she did not expect anything, because she knew in her heart that Ye Beicheng would not agree.

Although the result could be expected, when ye North city released her fingers one by one, she turned her back and released the tears she had endured for a long time...

The warm hand that was holding her tightly just now said goodbye, releasing it rationally without taking away a cloud.

Jing Ya moved towards the door, tears like broken pearls, each step falling off one, but her pearls were too worthless, like her people, not at all precious.

"Jing Ya..."

The moment she opened the door, Ye Beicheng stood up. She stopped, but he was silent again.

It doesn't matter what he wants to say. What's important is that Jing Ya has no expectations and doesn't dare to do it again.

She slowly turned around and, without warning, suddenly ran up to Ye Beicheng and hugged him tightly.

"Since you can't be together, then be a beauty. At least there's a reason to stay by your side."

Jing Ya cried. She couldn't control herself. She really wanted to go back to the past, but when Ye Beicheng called her name, she knew that she couldn't go back...

When she left the guest room, Fei Shaocheng kept a lookout for them and saw that her eyes were red and swollen, and she knew what to ask.

The two of them went back to the lively living room one after another. Yang qianxue and Ouyang Feng were singing a song, "I love you very much." When they heard footsteps behind them, they immediately stopped singing to each other.

"Oh, are you done?" Ouyang Feng asked sourly.

Fei Shaocheng nodded, "Yes, I'm done."

Yang Qianxue glanced at Jing Ya behind him and exclaimed in surprise, "Jesus, Shaocheng, what did you say to jingya? Why are her eyes swollen from crying?"

Jing Ya shook his head awkwardly, "Nothing."

"Shaocheng must have bullied you, right?" She asked relentlessly.