Fan Rongkui's anger startled Xu Caimao, who was taking a bath. He turned his head and asked Xu Shousong, "Old Xu, who is Lao Fan throwing a tantrum at?"
Xu Shousong closed his eyes and remained unmoved. He smiled and said, "Who else could it be? His rich son-in-law."
"Oh."
Xu Caimao said thoughtfully, "Lao Fan's temper is getting worse these days."
Xu Shousong slowly opened his eyes and said slowly, "Let's not worry about other people's family affairs."
Xu Caimao yawned and said, "I think Yiwei is a good kid, but he seems to have changed over the years. He is not as passionate and energetic as before."
Xu Shousong did not want to stir up trouble behind his back, so he said, "It's not that he is not energetic, but he has matured."
Xu Caimao looked at him and laughed, then got up and went into the sauna room.
In the teahouse outside, Lu Yiwei's expression remained the same. He turned his head and stared at the bleak night view outside the window. The suppressed anger in his heart was like an inflated balloon that could explode in the next second. But he was no longer a hothead in his early thirties. He could control his emotions and use silence to fight back, which might be the best way.
Seeing that he did not speak, Fan Rongkui fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt and softened his tone, "Yiwei, don't blame me for being cruel. I have no choice. I only have one daughter, Fangfang, and I don't want her to suffer any grievances. I don't expect much from you. Take care. "After saying that, he got up and strode his fat body into the bathroom. Just now, he was angry out of humiliation, but he instantly laughed and chatted with Xu Shousong.
Lu Yiwei sat in front of the window for a long time. When he was about to get up, he found that he could not stand up. His legs were numb, so numb that he could not feel anything. Moreover, his waist was extremely painful. This was a problem left behind by working overtime every day. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. Then he slowly forced himself to stand up with the help of the sofa and dragged his legs out.
The waiter saw him and hurried over, "Secretary General Lu, do you need help?"
Lu Yiwei endured the pain and waved his hand. He forced a smile and said, "Thank you. Go and entertain the other guests."
The distance from the door to the elevator was less than ten meters. Lu Yiwei felt as if he had crossed the Long March of 22,500 kilometers. He held his waist as he entered the elevator. His forehead was covered in sweat. He stumbled and fell to the ground. He simply sat down and looked at himself in the smooth steel plate. He couldn't help but laugh.
When he went down to the first floor, the attendant in charge of the elevator was shocked to see this scene. She hurriedly helped him up and said, "Sir, are you alright?"
"Nothing, I drank too much. Are you married?"
The waiter was baffled and shook his head.
Lu Yiwei said, "If you meet someone you like, just marry him. Other than love, everything else is bullshit."
The waiter thought he had drunk too much and said, "Sir, why don't I call a car to send you home?"
Lu Yiwei waved his hand and said, "No need. I have a car. Do you want one? I can give you one."
Hu Peng, who was waiting outside the door, saw Lu Yiwei come out. He hurriedly stepped on the cigarette butt and ran to him. "Secretary General Lu, are you alright?"
Lu Yiwei let out a long sigh of relief. He straightened his back and straightened his clothes. Then, he walked out of the door expressionlessly. Hu Peng quickly ran to the door and opened the door. However, he didn't get in the car. Instead, he walked straight to the main road. Hu Peng was confused and quickly followed behind him.
The winter in Jiangdong was very cold. The cold northwest wind passed directly from Siberia to Xijiang Province. Moreover, it had just snowed. The snow that was rolled up by the wind was like a knife. It was painful and cold. The pedestrians on the street were in groups of twos and threes. Even the cars felt the cold winter and sped up.
Lu Yiwei put his jacket collar up to prevent the wind from blowing in. He put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly. It had been a long time since he had last walked, and he had forgotten what the city looked like. Every day, there were cars coming and going in a hurry. There were endless things to do, endless worries, and endless dinners to attend. How could he have the leisure to admire the ancient city?
Tall buildings rose from the ground on both sides of the Xijiang River. They didn't look like they used to. Instead, they were replaced by reinforced concrete.
Hu Peng drove slowly and rolled down the window. "Secretary General Lu, it's cold outside. Don't catch a cold. Hurry up and get in the car."
Lu Yiwei stopped and walked to the front of the car. "You go back. I want to walk alone."
Hu Peng didn't know what happened, but he had never been as depressed as he was tonight. He plucked up his courage and said, "If you're unhappy, do you want me to go for a drink with you?"
A smile appeared on Lu Yiwei's face and disappeared in an instant. He pointed at Hu Peng and said, "Don't follow me." After that, he returned to the sidewalk and quickened his pace.
Hu Peng didn't know whether to follow or leave. After thinking for a long time, he decided to disobey the order and follow. Lu Yiwei saw that Hu Peng was still following him. He stopped and picked up a ball of snow from the ground and smashed it on the car window. He said angrily, "Don't you understand human language? Get out of here. "
Hu Peng was scared this time and sped up. After walking for a few hundred meters, he was still worried. He stopped on the sidewalk and observed Lu Yiwei's every move through the rearview mirror. At this time, a phone call came. When he hung up, Lu Yiwei had disappeared from his sight.
Lu Yiwei came to the Xijiang River from this side of the road and walked aimlessly along the river. Suddenly, the figure of Su Meng appeared in front of him. She was wearing a white down jacket and a red scarf. She turned back and smiled brightly. She hooked her finger and said, "Yiwei, come and chase me."
Hearty laughter enshrouded the sky above the city. Lu Yiwei seemed to have entered a dream and ran like crazy. There was always a trace of red floating in front of him. It was guiding him forward. In the end, the trace of red disappeared. He stopped and panted. He spun around anxiously, but it didn't appear again.
Lu Yiwei came to a long bench on the side and sat down. He stared at the frozen river. On the other side of the river was the Donghu Art Gallery that he and Su Meng often visited. A big red lantern was swaying on the ship docked on the shore. A couple was sitting on the ship, leaning against each other and whispering. It was like a scene from the past. Endless memories emerged in his mind.
In the past, Lu Yiwei and Su Meng often came to the Xijiang River for a walk. She was still a simple college student. Her clear and innocent eyes were shining with the light of love. Her bell-like laughter infected the color of winter. She was blowing hot air and jumping up and down. She held his hand and said, "Yiwei, do you think we will still be together in ten years?"
"Of course, we will be together."
Su Meng happily threw herself into Lu Yiwei's arms. She put her arms around his neck and touched the tip of his nose. She whispered, "Yiwei, let's get married after I graduate. Ten years later, we will still be here, okay?"
"Okay."
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