After reading the text message, Lu Yiwei snorted, threw the phone on the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently.
In the face of the failure of love, Lu Yiwei was powerless. Sometimes he often thought that it would be good to maintain this state, carefree and free, how good it was! Every time he saw other people walking in pairs on the street, he felt extremely sad. What is marriage? Only at this age could one understand the meaning of this word.
After another ten minutes, Zhang Zhiyuan walked out with his head down, followed by a woman. Lu Yiwei sat up and immediately concentrated on observing. He saw that the middle-aged woman was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked ordinary, but she had a good figure, and was about the same age as Zhang Zhiyuan. Her eyes were blurred, hiding a bit of reluctance and distress. Zhang Zhiyuan looked solemn, talking while looking around, as if he was afraid that others would find him, which also made people speculate about the relationship between the two.
After more than two minutes of saying goodbye, Zhang Zhiyuan suddenly turned his head and left, while the middle-aged woman waved goodbye, with tears in her eyes, but she was unable to catch up with Zhang Zhiyuan who had gone far away.
Zhang Zhiyuan plunged into the car, stuffed a bag of money into Lu Yiwei's hand, and then sat there silently, staring at the woman in the distance. His face twitched slightly, and his eyes opened and closed, as if he wanted to see through the autumn water, which made people feel heartbroken. This was clearly love!
"Let's go!" After continuing to look at each other for a while, Zhang Zhiyuan slowly closed his eyes, leaned on the seat, and said with a trembling voice.
Although Lu Yiwei didn't know what their relationship was, he could roughly guess. He pointed to the bag of money and said, "Secretary Zhang, this money …?"
Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head slightly and said nothing.
The car drove out of the sewing machine factory. Lu Yiwei didn't have the heart to disturb Zhang Zhiyuan, but he had to ask, "Secretary Zhang, where are we going now?"
Zhang Zhiyuan opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He could clearly see that the red veins on his eyeballs were wet, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, asking, "Are you busy these days?"
Lu Yiwei shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Alright!" Zhang Zhiyuan said, "If you have nothing to do, then accompany me for two days. My schedule is quite tight. I have an appointment with Deputy Director Xu of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission for dinner tonight, and I have to fly to Beijing tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night, we will have a gathering with our university classmates, and the day after that, I will go to Qingdao to visit Tan Lao. "
After listening to such an intensive schedule, Lu Yiwei was glad that he was prepared in advance. He nodded and didn't say anything, only focused on driving forward.
When they were about to leave Eastern State City, Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't bear to look back. His eyes instantly turned red, and he bit his lips in silence. Lu Yiwei looked at Zhang Zhiyuan's uncomfortable expression and could only worry. He couldn't ask directly, could he? He pulled out a tissue from the armrest compartment and stuffed it into Zhang Zhiyuan's hand.
Zhang Zhiyuan took the tissue, and his body trembled. He thought about it for a moment, then picked up the tissue and turned it over to Lu Yiwei to wipe it.
"Yiwei, if you have time in the future, come and visit her for me. An orphan and a widow, it's quite pitiful," Zhang Zhiyuan suddenly said.
Lu Yiwei knew that Zhang Zhiyuan had absolute trust in him, so he didn't ask about the relationship. He nodded and said, "Boss, should we send this money back to her?"
Lu Yiwei didn't know why, but he called Zhang Zhiyuan boss. Maybe it was because he met the coal boss in Inner Mongolia. Zhang Zhiyuan didn't seem to feel uncomfortable. He said, "There's no need for it this time. Maybe next time."
When they passed by a building under construction, Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't take his eyes off it. As for what he was thinking, no one knew.
When they arrived at Jiangdong City, it was already noon. Since it was the National Day holiday, there were more cars and pedestrians on the road. After asking for Zhang Zhiyuan's opinion, they drove to Fuliyuan Hotel and checked into the hotel.
At noon, the two had a casual lunch at the fast food restaurant on the third floor, then returned to their room to wait for the banquet that night. This was the way to treat a leader. You had to make an appointment in advance and wait in advance, let alone a provincial leader. If the leader had something to do and had to cancel, the whole day would be wasted. Even if it was a waste, it had to be done. It had always been like this.
Lu Yiwei lay on the bed and thought of Tong Huan. It was in this hotel that they had met for the first time. It was obvious that Lu Yiwei's soul had been hooked away by Tong Huan. There was a kind of woman who was like a drug. Once you tasted her, you would always think of her delicious taste. Even years later, when you recalled the wonderful moment, you would be immersed in a world of intoxication.
The more he thought about it, the more tormented he felt. Lu Yiwei sat up and did push-ups to distract himself. But after a long time, he found that it didn't work at all. He had no choice but to go downstairs and wander along East Lake Avenue.
Before he knew it, Lu Yiwei had slipped into the Provincial Song and Dance Company. The billboard at the door said, "At 3 PM, the Provincial Song and Dance Company will present a wonderful performance." On the poster was a huge photo of Tong Huan, smiling and dancing gracefully. He seemed to be smiling at him. He looked at his watch. The performance was about to start. Without hesitation, he bought a ticket and walked in.
Fortunately, the people of the provincial capital didn't appreciate elegant things like dancing. There were only a few people in the huge ballroom. Lu Yiwei walked to the front row and chose an excellent seat, waiting for Tong Huan to appear.
The performance began. The first dance was a "hodgepodge" with Chinese characteristics. Men and women, young and old, and different ethnic groups took turns to appear in different costumes. What exactly they were going to perform was confusing. Perhaps it was to express the great unity of the nation and the harmony of the people. But this pot of "pork stewed with vermicelli" was rich in content but lacked soul.
The second dance was the classic ballet, "Swan Lake". It could be said that "Swan Lake" was a dance that had to be performed as long as there was a performance. Ballet was exclusive to the European aristocracy during the Renaissance. It was a combination of literature, aesthetics, and music. Emotions were expressed through body language, and it directly reflected the understanding of culture and historical heritage of the current era. However, "Red Army of Women", which incorporated Western elements into the Eastern dance, was like drinking coffee with garlic, eating barbecue with red wine. It wasn't inappropriate, but it always felt awkward.
For people who didn't know how to appreciate it, watching five or six dances was simply torture. Lu Yiwei couldn't stop yawning. From time to time, he looked down at his watch and took out his phone to check, afraid that he would miss a call. If it weren't for the fact that he was waiting for Tong Huan's dance, he would have turned around and left. It would be better to go to Tong Huan's bar and do some disco dancing.
Just then, the curtain on the stage fell. The spotlight shone on the golden part of the stage. The host, dressed in a long dress, walked out and announced, "Love is innocence, it's the sadness of love, it's the bright moon of hometown, it's the tenderness of the homeland; love is unyielding, it's waiting, it's the wind and moon that follow the sun, it's the rainbow rain that leads to heaven. Love is love and love looking back across a thousand years. Where the lights are waning, there's only lonely waiting. Next, let's welcome the national first-class dancer, Tong Huan, to present the modern dance 'Heaven's Rain'. Please enjoy. "
The curtain slowly opened, and Tong Huan, dressed in a thin white chiffon dress, and her long black hair flew out from one side of the stage. She danced freely and gracefully, and her expressions were rich. She seemed to be crying and complaining, performing a moving story.
The biggest difference between modern dance and ballet was that it jumped out of the limitations of ballet. It no longer pursued excessive techniques, and no longer invaded the fairy tales of princes and princesses. Instead, it used beautiful rhythm and free dance to show unrestrained romanticism. Especially under the control of emotions and exaggerated movements, it conveyed what people wanted to tell and resonated with them.
Tong Huan's dance expressed a poignant love story. After the man became a soldier and left, the woman stood at the bridge to send him off with tears in her eyes. Year after year, the woman waited for the man's return, until one day, she found out that the man she loved had died in the line of duty. The woman was in so much pain that she wanted to die. She leaped into the lake and met the man in heaven …
Tong Huan was full of emotions. As she danced in the air, Lu Yiwei could see her tears falling, which moved the few audience members present. At the end of the dance, they all stood up and applauded for Tong Huan. When Tong Huan bowed to thank the audience, she saw Lu Yiwei sitting in the front row. She was very surprised, but she didn't show it on the spot. Instead, she quickly ran backstage, removed her makeup, and quietly appeared beside Lu Yiwei.
"Why are you here?" With a charming smile on her face, Tong Huan whispered in Lu Yiwei's ear.
Tong Huan tilted her head and smiled faintly. Her hair fell down like a black waterfall. Lu Yiwei didn't know whether it was the effect of the lighting or the makeup, but he was stunned by Tong Huan's beauty. If it was the first time they met, or even in a bar, she would be a kind of coquettish beauty. But today, she was a kind of pure beauty. Just like the role she played in the dance, she was as gentle as water and as gentle as the wind, making people want to protect her.
Lu Yiwei borrowed the artistic conception of Tong Huan's dance and said, "I've been waiting for you in heaven, waiting for you to appear!"
Lu Yiwei just said it casually, but for some reason, Tong Huan burst into tears in an instant. She was so moved. She grabbed Lu Yiwei's hand and ran out of the theater quickly, which scared Lu Yiwei. The audience was staring at them. Some male audience members recognized Tong Huan and cast envious glances at Lu Yiwei.
When they came to a secluded corner, Tong Huan stopped and gasped for breath. With tears still on her face, she tightly grabbed Lu Yiwei's arm and asked with expectation in her eyes, "Yiwei, is what you said just now true?"
Lu Yiwei was puzzled and asked, "What did I say just now?"
Returning to reality from the dream, Tong Huan was quite disappointed. She slowly let go of Lu Yiwei, turned her face and quietly wiped away her tears. She was struggling in her heart and couldn't find the love she had lost.
Lu Yiwei suddenly hugged Tong Huan from behind and put his chin on her head. He grasped her slender hands and said, "What do you want me to say?"
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