Chapter 42 The prodigal son turns back (on)

When a woman was a girl, she was happy when she lived in a carefree family full of happy life. When a girl grows up, she is happy when she marries a man who doesn't care about the change of her appearance, is willing to count the wrinkles in her eyes, and always treats her like a child with meticulous care and love. When a woman has a child, the child is very sensible and knows how to be filial to her parents and care for others. She is also happy when she pours a cup of tea on her back and rubs her shoulders after her mother comes home from a hard day's work. When a woman is white-haired and tottering when she walks, and there is an old gentleman who is almost white-haired with her, helping each other to watch the sunset and walking together, then she must be happy all her life.

All I have to do is weave this lie for them. Maybe when they die, they suddenly look back and find that they were actually cheated by me, but it doesn't matter, because at that moment, they were still happy. This lie is beautiful ...

-Ye Wudao said in "The Happiness of Women" that a girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate face that is enough to make any man crazy, and her shoulders are soft and black, and her tender skin is healthy and shiny. The whole appearance immediately attracted the attention of all people at the airport, men and women of all ages! There were nearly ten incidents that directly caused two people to collide and fall to the ground.

See waving Yang Ningsu, girls carrying purple elegant LV box coming towards Ye Wudao side, corners of the mouth smile is permeated with autumn light breath, Ye Wudao extremely failed just stood there, without saying a word, a little retarded tendency.

"Hello, Sister Su!" The girl walks up to Yang Ning Su and smiles, which is somewhat subtle and elegant in her smile.

"You've grown so tall, Shi Yun?" Yang Ningsu touched the girl's head with a smile and said, "It's been three years, hasn't it?"

"It's two years and three hundred and twenty-one days!" The girl named Shi Jun took Yang Ningsu's hand and said, "Shi Jun has always wanted to see Sister Su again, but I haven't seen her for a day, like March Xi, green and proud, leisurely in my heart. Even if I don't go, I'd rather not inherit the sound? "

"Qingqing son pity, leisurely I think. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? " Ye Wudao finally recovered himself and tried to leave a good impression on the other side. He was quite sure about the ancient poetry and prose.

Yang Ningsu was about to introduce Ye Wudao to a girl, but she took the initiative to say, "Ye Wudao, I've heard a lot about you. I met you three years ago. My name is Xia Shizhen. Nice to meet you. "

I don't know why, Ye Wudao felt a little cold and disdainful from that bright smile. Although he was standing in front of himself, he felt that she was so far away from him, and there seemed to be a distance between them.

Sitting in the car back, Xia Shijun and Yang Ning were talking and laughing, as if a pair of sisters were in harmony.

From time to time, Ye Wudao peeked at Xia Shijun, who was sitting on the edge of Yang Ningsu, and found that she had a real warmth when she faced her aunt, but when she faced herself, she was always covered with a layer of indifference and even disgust. Is it an illusion? Ye Wudao shook his head with deep melancholy.

When Xia Shizhen and Murong Xuehen met for the first time, the two equally beautiful girls were stunned. After gazing at each other for a few seconds, Murong Xuehen took the lead in introducing herself: "My name is Murong Xuehen, and I'm glad you can attend Ye Wudao's birthday."

It's natural for women to compare with each other, that is, women who don't care about it will be a little bit, just like indifferent girls like Murong Xuehen, who still secretly compare themselves when they see women in the same category.

Murong Xuehen and Xia Shiyun are just like two diamonds that sharpen each other. Instead of losing their bright light, they bloom with even more dazzling light. In Ye Wudao's view, either of them can easily overwhelm the so-called Miss World and Miss China.

If Murong Xuehen is more graceful and restrained by classical women, then Xia Shiyun is more like a princess, even more so than a real princess!

At home, Ye Wudao was told that Xia Shijun was originally a member of his grandmother's family, and they had booked young marriage since childhood! Yang Ningbing warned Ye Wudao not to tell Murong Xuehen about this matter. This matter will be discussed at this party, and before that, there can be no waves, because it will do great harm to Murong Xuehen.

Xia Shizhun looked at Murong Xuehen's house and won a lot of trophies in various international competitions. His eyes could not help showing some surprise. Looking at the quiet girl who was as gentle as water and looks as good as herself, Xia Shizhun was curious: "It is said that you once played your own music at the metropolitan opera in the United States?"

Murong Xuehen said faintly, "I'm going to perform at the Vienna Opera House in a few weeks."

"The Vienna Opera House, known as the soul of Vienna? The spiritual core of' City of Music'? " Xia Shijun sighed in surprise.

Murong Xuehen nodded slightly and praised with regret and concealment: "In fact, there are also high musical talents without morality, but once there was a quarrel with the teacher, and later he gave up in a rage. Once the teacher accidentally said that it was right to have no morality!"

"Isn't it irresponsible to give up so easily?" Xia Shijun didn't agree with Ye Wudao's behavior, but looked at Ye Wudao from another aspect.

Will such a man succeed in the future? The radian of Xia Shijun's mouth is slightly contemptuous.

At the dinner table, before the food was served, Ye Wudao sat between Yang Ningsu and Murong Xuehen with a slight sniff and a smug face: "Snow Mark used a sweet flower and fruit tune of $550 per ounce, SrcretWish'' Wishing Genie', while Aunt used Dune Dune Dune perfume with a fresh marine oxygen synthesis tone, which was gorgeous, seductive and full of femininity. The introduction of several limited edition perfumes every year made Dior's perfume more like one.

Yang Ningsu smiled and said, "You'd better be a perfumer in the future."

"It turns out that boys have such a research on perfumes, and even girls can't judge such a wide range of perfumes so accurately." Xia Shijun raised a charming smile, just like a flower blooming.

Yang Ningbing eyebrows a wrinkly gently, but still quietly.

Ye Wudao's eyes were dim in an instant, and Yang Ningsu hadn't noticed anything yet. She was fond of Xia Shizhen's machines and smiled with a little pride: "There are still many places where there is no way to be different, and you will know it later!"

"What do you think of Lian Song's visit to the mainland?" Xia Shizhen seems to casually ask Ye Wudao, "Boys must be interested in politics and military affairs. I just know a little about it, so I want to ask."

Ye Wudao, who never reads news or newspapers, didn't know this, and sat there awkwardly.

"Oh, well, last time I happened to ask the question of no way." Murong Xuehen smiled proudly at Ye Wudao, saying, "This is a win-win political game, which not only opens the deadlock for Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province, but also enables the opposition parties of the Kuomintang to avoid the crisis of marginalization, rise suddenly in the cracks and gain a lot of political capital and a certain right to speak."

Xia Shijun looked at a face of casual Murong Xuehen in disbelief. Of course, she knew that this was Murong Xuehen's cover-up for Ye Wudao, but she really wondered why such an outstanding girl would care so much about maintaining such an unlearned boy.

Yang Ningbing looked at Xia Shijun's beautiful face, and there was a faint dissatisfaction in his heart.