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Volume Three Shandong Thieves Chapter 494: Back to the Past

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    Zhang Ling is pregnant with twins. I can't believe my hearing.  I originally thought Zhang Ling would give me a daughter or a son.  But I didn't expect Zhang Ling to be so **, giving birth to two children at once, a boy and a girl.  Every woman dreams of giving birth once in her life, to give birth to a pair of children.  But the probability of twins being twins is small and scary, but now they are met by Zhang Ling.  I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, but I do know that I will have a good night tonight.  After Wang Yingli left, I lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.  I want to contact Zhang Ling, but I don¡¯t have the courage to pick up the phone.  Looking at the clock on the wall, feeling my tired body after intense exercise, and recalling Wang Yingli's last words, I didn't know what to do.  There is always a time when you are confused in life. You are so confused that no one can help you. It is like there is a mountain in front of you. If you cross it, you will be the winner in life. If you cannot cross it, you cannot be considered a loser. But in the end, you cannot be the strong person in your heart.  By.  I opened the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window at the scenery of the Huangpu River.  I put on my clothes and pulled on my slippers to the study room.  He walked behind the desk, turned on the desk lamp in the study, and stared at the empty desk in a daze.  The surrounding bookshelves are filled with books of various types, some I have read and some I have not.  I suddenly remembered Sun Xiaoqing. She used to prepare many books and materials for me to read every day. When she was around me, I developed good reading habits.  But in the past few years, I seem to have forgotten that I have this habit.  Ever since I reacquired my summer estate, I seem to be plateauing.  Wang Yingli is right, my current achievements are really not that great.  If it weren't for Xia Wanyu, no one would have let me play many games at all.  Wanting to understand all this, I picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette from it, took a lighter and wanted to light it, but looking at everything around me, I didn't have the courage to start.  Suddenly, I seemed to understand.  When I forgot Sun Xiaoqing, I also forgot the good qualities Sun Xiaoqing taught me.  Over the years I became an alcoholic, irritable, and distraught.  Sun Xiaoqing's firmness in staying by my side, his unruffled state of mind, and his unshakable attitude all turned a deaf ear and was forgotten by me.  I stood the cigarette in my hand on the desk, walked to the bookshelf and looked at the densely packed books on it, reviewing the past and future one by one. Many of these books were bought by Sun Xiaoqing for me, and there were hers on them.  Annotate by hand.  I casually took out a book of macroeconomics, opened it and saw on the title page that it said, How can the economy be macro when it is as big as the fate of a country or as small as the sale of chewing gum?  Seeing this sentence, I smiled knowingly.  Every book on the bookshelf has more or less annotations by Sun Xiaoqing.  What¡¯s more, it¡¯s the words I left in these books and the lasting memories.  Walking in front of the bookshelf, looking at the densely packed rows of books on the bookshelf, I felt a little depressed.  My tired mind became restless, and I suddenly discovered that it was not my body that was lonely, but my soul.  What stops is not status, but knowledge.  There is no end to learning, I remember Sun Xiaoqing often said this to me before.  But now, it seems that I haven't finished reading a book for a long time, and I haven't looked at the company's information seriously for a long time.  Maybe, I can work harder instead of sweating on the treadmill that is not yet cold.  When I walked to the corner of the bookshelf, I saw Garcia Marquez's classic "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the bookshelf. I picked up the book casually.  In my memory, Sun Xiaoqing has never shown me this kind of classic masterpiece.  Most of the things Sun Xiaoqing showed me were materials and very few novels.  Even if there were, occasionally they were just some youth literature. She never showed me such majestic classics.  But 80% of the books on my bookshelf are from Sun Xiaoqing, and this book "One Hundred Years of Solitude" has not appeared in my memory.  With questions in mind, I casually pulled this book out of the bookshelf, opened the title page and read, "Loneliness comes from the heart."  The font is majestic and comes from the heart. These four words "Battle situation" almost cover the entire title page. My intuition tells me that this is not Sun Xiaoqing's handwriting.  But I also know Xia Wanyu's handwriting, and Xia Wanyu cannot write such words at all.  I felt a little strange, so I took this classic and went back to the desk, reading it under the light of the desk lamp.  I read this book when I was in high school. I had a very deep memory at that time, and I still remember some of the plots in it.  I casually flipped through this book and then looked back at the words on the title page. I felt a little depressed. I didn't quite understand who could enter this study and leave these words on this book.  who.  With doubts, I turned the book to the last page, and saw this line of small words at the bottom of the last page of the book, "Challenge comes from hope."  Unlike the words on the title page, these words are written in very small sizes, almost like printed small size 5 fonts.  But when I saw these words, I knew who the person who had read this book was.  Because these words are written very normally and are not exaggerated. The font is more cursive, very similar to Zhang Ling's handwriting.  I sat in a chair and read this book in a daze, and something came to my mind:Ling's playful and cute appearance.  It¡¯s hard to imagine that a guy like her who writes porn would read such a classic.  I never imagined that a girl like her who was happy all day long would write loneliness on the title page, and a heartless guy like her would write challenge at the end.  Very subversive, yet very true.  If I were to say who the most incomprehensible person among the women around me is, I would definitely say that this person is Zhang Ling.  Close this book, turn off the lamp and sit in front of the window.  The moonlight at four o'clock in the morning shines through the window onto the floor in the room. The tranquility at this time belongs to me alone.  My extremely tired muscles were beating constantly, as if asking me why I didn't go to sleep yet, but my heavy head was extremely awake, letting me know that my heart was still going wild.  I understand, I understand.  I need to wait for dawn.  ¡­ Zhang Ling once said to me: If you want to go to heaven, you must first go to hell.  I didn¡¯t understand what this sentence meant before. After I ran 78 kilometers on the treadmill and still couldn¡¯t fall asleep, and when I saw the loneliness and challenges on One Hundred Years of Solitude, I realized that I was actually on the edge of hell now.  If I want to climb to heaven, I have to wake up, step on the magma and anger, and walk towards my own heaven.  Success is not easy for everyone. There are indeed people who get rich overnight, but more people who get rich overnight will be penniless one day in the future. There will always be certain opportunities in everyone's life, but this is not what people do.  Reasons for success.  Real success requires accumulation over many years.  Now that I am thirty years old, I may have some experience.  I haven¡¯t slept for twenty-four hours, and I¡¯m extremely exhausted but I¡¯m not sleepy.  In the morning, I drove to the home where Xia Wanyu and I once lived in Sheshan. I looked at this luxurious villa and strolled among the surrounding greenery, recalling the romantic affair I had with Xia Wanyu here.  When he came to the door, he took out the key placed behind the door and unlocked the door. Looking at the familiar furnishings in the house, his eyes became misty unconsciously.  After leaving Sheshan, we had a meal of soy milk and fried dough sticks on the side of the road.  I drove back to the community where Sun Xiaoqing and I used to live. The community had become very dilapidated, and the originally good sanitation management had become filthy. After the lights in the corridors broke, no one repaired them, and there were spider webs everywhere.  , as well as the feces and urine of children.  I returned home and found the key there from the door.  I unlocked the door and walked in. Someone was taking care of the villa in Sheshan. No one cared about the house here. The room was extremely dirty. All the furniture and appliances were invaded by moisture. Everything was covered with a thick layer of dust.  .  I stood at the door and looked at the scene in front of me, with a helpless smile on my lips.  I didn't clean it all, but stood at the door and watched quietly.  Watching the former paradise turn into an empty room with no popularity now, this was once the nest of Sun Xiaoqing and I, and this is where we have the best memories.  But everything here now brings me a bit vague.  What I originally thought I could remember for a lifetime has become dispensable after experiencing the quicksand of time.  I have no fear or self-blame, because this is reality.  No matter how sincere the relationship is, it may only be a blur thirty years later.  The passion that was originally taken for granted suddenly turned into mutual gaze after the fire subsided.  Now that I¡¯m back here again, all I see waiting for me are spider webs and mice and cockroaches in the corner.  I sat on the dusty and damp sofa, thinking about everything here, and a smile gradually appeared on my face.  I didn't sit here for long. I left here after noon. After eating and cooking jelly in a small restaurant on the street, I drove to the foot of the Oriental Pearl Tower.  Buy a ticket under the tower and sit on the highest floor, standing in the highest sightseeing hall in Shanghai, overlooking the entire Shanghai beach.  I remember that I used to like to come here the most to see the scenery, but every time I came here alone, either Sun Xiaoqing accompanied me, or Xia Wanyu, or Wang Yingli or Zhang Ling.  Now that I am here alone, looking at the vast water of the Huangpu River, I feel a little calmer.  I haven't slept for a long time, I feel a little dark in front of my eyes, and I feel a little nauseous in my stomach.  It cost more than 100 to go up, but it didn't cost a dime to go down. And I only stayed in this sightseeing hall for less than a minute.  After leaving the Oriental Pearl Tower and looking back at this landmark building in Shanghai, the smile on my face was a bit proud, but never complacent.  After going down, I walked around the company, reviewed the documents Liu Jiyang gave me, and then went to Xiaonan¡¯s home to have dinner with the third child, Xiaonan.  After dinner, I asked the third child to take me back. After the third child sent me home, before getting off the bus, I said to the third child: "Pick me up on time at seven o'clock tomorrow morning." The third child was stunned and looked at me with a sure look.  , nodded happily.  Looking at my back as I walked into the villa, the third child seemed to see the positive me back then.  ¡ª¡ªps: The steamed buns seem to be cheating again. Well, this is today¡¯s update.  As promised, Mantou went to hang himself.  well.
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