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Volume 3 Shandong Thieves Chapter 22: One Taoyao

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    I was just about to investigate the young man's life experience when a phone call suddenly interrupted my peaceful and peaceful life during this period.  Xia Wanyu is back!  It¡¯s very sudden, just like telling you now that Mars will hit the earth tomorrow.  Xia Wanyu's flight took off on the first day after New Year's Day and will arrive at Pudong International Airport at 8 a.m. the next day.  This news was told to me by Wang Yingli, who had just received the news. I was stunned outside the Grand Theater, not knowing what to do.  After hesitating for a moment, she pursed her lips and said to Wang Yingli, "I know." Wang Yingli did not preach to me like before, but hung up the phone in silence.  I also put away the phone and said to the third child: "Let's drive to the beach." The only good thing about Shanghai is that you can see the sea and it is close enough to the sea.  Even if you don't have a car, you can go to the beach anytime and anywhere by taking the bus or subway.  Standing on the beach, blowing the sea breeze, it was already winter, and there was a biting cold in the air. The third child was in the car and did not come out. I stood there alone, enjoying the tranquility that belonged to me.  A year and a half ago, Xia Wanyu left.  Now after such a long time, she suddenly came back.  How should I face her?  When I was working under her in the past, my relationship with her was inappropriate, and it could even be said that it was a bit chaotic.  She was also pregnant with my child, but she aborted it because of her career. Now that I have a successful career, she moved overseas. She said she would never come back, but now she has returned to her homeland.  The sadness of the previous period has dissipated, and the sound of the wind still echoes in my ears.  I thought we would meet ten years later, but it was brought forward to now.  She is my Tao Yao, but she is not my bride.  Sun Xiaoqing¡¯s words from the past two days still echoed in my ears. Things that I thought I could avoid could not escape the cycle of fate after all.  To be honest, it¡¯s been a year.  Occasionally, I also think of Xia Wanyu, and the charming, ambiguous, and entangled feelings I had with her.  I try to forget, but I can't.  Those memories have been deeply ingrained in my mind. Ma Xiaodan took me away from childishness, Xia Wanyu took me to maturity, and Sun Xiaoqing took me to success.  How can I just forget about these three women?  But as Sun Xiaoqing said, marriage is a matter between two people.  In marriage, it is a process of compromise between two people, but the key lies in the grasp of scale and propriety.  Some sense of propriety is a must.  Sun Xiaoqing is my wife and gave birth to Ben Ben.  Now that my old lover is back, will I rekindle my relationship with her?  Are you worthy of Sun Xiaoqing?  It¡¯s not that I¡¯m sorry to Sun Xiaoqing, but if I did it, Sun Xiaoqing would never forgive me.  But, think about it the other way around.  Am I worthy of Xia Wanyu?  She has sacrificed a lot for me, and I have gained a lot from her.  Although she once abandoned me for profit, it was precisely because of her doing so that I saw the reality clearly.  Even the wedding between me and Sun Xiaoqing was organized by her!  ??Suddenly I feel like laughing. When I was in college, I used to watch movies and masturbate every day, but now I have to worry about two women.  Fate is so unpredictable.  A firework suddenly rose in the sky and exploded in the sky with a bang.  Scattered around like a dream.  I suddenly understood that what is supposed to come will eventually come.  Just like fireworks, when they reach a certain height, they will always release their brilliance, even if it is only the brilliance of the blink of an eye.  I turned around and got in the car and said to the third child: "Go home." The third child nodded and started the car. ?¡­ ?When they got home, Sun Xiaoqing and Ben Ben were already asleep.  Xiao Siyi didn't come today, and Benben was drooling while sleeping alone.  I took a simple bath and did not disturb Sun Xiaoqing's sleep.  Instead, he came to the study room. There was a small bed in the study room.  I made do in the study all night, and left at around six o'clock the next morning before Sun Xiaoqing woke up.  I don¡¯t want to face Sun Xiaoqing before Xia Wanyu comes back. That would embarrass me, and I won¡¯t give Sun Xiaoqing any guarantee.  Men don't just talk, they have to walk the walk.  All the talk he talks about is just two words, and it's useless.  After Xia Wanyu leaves, I will come back. If I make a mistake, I will explain it to Sun Xiaoqing. If not, I will bring a gift to Sun Xiaoqing.  At eight o'clock, I arrived at the airport on time.  But the flight from Sydney to Shanghai was delayed. I stood at the exit and waited quietly.  At nine o'clock, a plane pierced the sky, it was the flight from Sydney to Shanghai.  On this flight, there is Xia Wanyu.  However, Xia Wanyu did not get off the plane.  The terminal of this plane was Beijing, and Pudong was just a stop on the way. Xia Wanyu flew directly to Beijing.  I stood outside the airport like an idiot.    Suddenly, a text message was received on the phone.  It was sent by Xia Wanyu, and it was a poem: "Fireworks in the Qin Tower, the hem of the skirt is swaying" The wind blows through the red curtain, eyes are closed, and the heart is filled with sorrow. There are too many romances in the world. There are countless vicissitudes of the right path. Thoughts are silent, and the dowry is secretly tied, and the beauty is washed away.  The mourning of Tao Yao is commoner with thorn hairpins, relatively plain face, the years are like water with red makeup, brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, like flowers and beautiful family members, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, bluestone alleys, only one sentence is needed, the fate is over, why be sad.  ¡­ After receiving this text message, I immediately replied: ¡°What is the name of this poem?¡± ¡°You know.¡± Xia Wanyu replied.  Then the plane took off and she turned off her phone.  I looked at the poem she wrote and suddenly understood that it was Taoyao.  Raising her head and looking at the planes passing by in the sky, she felt a little peaceful in her heart. Maybe she also knew that I was in trouble.  Or, it would be best if the two of us don't meet now.  Xia Wanyu went to Beijing. She had to attend a meeting and sign an agreement.  This agreement is related to the Australian ecological project. If this agreement is signed, then this project will become the largest cooperation.  It¡¯s not just cooperation between Dade Group and Australia, but between countries.  By then, Dade Group will become a key supported enterprise, and it is inevitable to become famous.  I suddenly understood why Xia Wanyu went to Australia, because compared to Australian projects, Dade Group¡¯s domestic business is child¡¯s play.  It seems that Zhang Qingshi really spent a lot of money to transfer assets, but it seems to be paving the way for future generations.  Two days later, I saw Xia Wanyu on TV. She was wearing an OL outfit, sitting in the second seat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, chatting and laughing.  But on the TV, I also saw a person.  Feng Feng, he is sitting behind seat number one, holding a notebook and pen in his hand, looking like an interpreter.  Sun Xiaoqing already knew that Xia Wanyu was back. Wang Yingli told her.  I didn't run away from her. I told her that I went to pick up Xia Wanyu at the airport, and then Xia Wanyu flew directly to Beijing without meeting me.  I also showed the article "Tao Yao" to Sun Xiaoqing. Sun Xiaoqing didn't say anything, just smiled.  The next day, I saw a collection of Xi Murong's essays on my desk. On the title page was this passage: How to make you meet me at my most beautiful moment.  For this reason, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to allow us to form a mortal relationship.  Family love and affection, the past and the past, are so intertwined.  Holding this collection of essays, I was stunned.  I suddenly understood that Sun Xiaoqing could no longer live without me, but Xia Wanyu no longer needed me.
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