Three days later, Tang Yang returned to the capital and headed straight for Xiaoyue Pavilion.

He was in a hurry all the way, and the wind and frost on his face had no time to clean it. He was so anxious that his eyes were red and bloodshot. He asked Yu Wenhao in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"

Yu Wenhao comforted him and sat down, and told him everything about the identity of Miss Seven and the words he said calmly.

After hearing this, Tang Yang's first reaction was to shake his head, "How is this possible?

She can't be from the Yuan family."

"I don't know, I've never seen the girl you mentioned."

Yuwen Hao said.

"You go find her, she is still in Beijing."

Yuan Qing Lingdao.

Tang Yang was stunned for a moment. It was really nonsense. How could she be from the Yuan family?

She said she was just a descendant of a down-and-out family who was traveling around the world and did some small business.

"I'll go find her."

After Tang Yang finished speaking, he ran out of the door and rode his horse away.

The past was played back over and over again in my mind. When he met her, he didn't take this girl seriously at all. The seventeen-year-old girl didn't want to delay her when she kissed her, but she chased him all day long and laughed and got drunk with him for 30,000 times. At that time, she was like a candy that she couldn't get rid of. He was depressed and unsuccessful. She accompanied him to imagine the future, and was very stupid.

Three years passed, and once she disappeared for a month, he realized that he had already gotten used to her, decided to be with her, and promised to marry her. I still remember that when he said that when he married her, she smiled like the extremely colorful peach blossoms, jumped on him, shouting loudly, and she looked like a crazy girl.

But when that incident happened, he went to tell her that he could not marry her anymore. He wanted to marry another woman. Her smile disappeared. At that moment, she saw the despair like death in her eyes.

She wanted to explain that he didn't give it, and just said sorry and left. In the past, she would chase him, but that time she didn't chase him.

He thought at that time that she was so careless, she would soon forget him.

But he waited for the news about her death that her family sent him. At that moment, he realized that this is the feeling of deep love.

When I arrived outside the Yuan family's mansion, I felt my face was cold. When I reached out to touch it, I felt tears.

I dare not think about it all these years because I think of it all hurts my heart.

He slowly got off the horse, knocked on the door of the Yuan family, and heard his own hunched voice, "I want to meet your seventh girl."

He seemed to be unable to hear what the servant said. After waiting for a while, someone took him in, walked all the way through the Fuxu Garden, went up the corridor, and passed the arch bridge. The servant led him to the pavilion. There was a person sitting in the pavilion. His appearance had not changed, but he had long lost the crazy passion he had when he was chasing him.

He couldn't even lift his breath, and he felt the heat waves surge into the underworld of his eyes and nose. He walked forward with difficulty, stepped onto the stone steps, and stood in front of her.

She sat on the side of the railing, spread her hands behind her, sitting in a daze, raised her head slightly, her chin was firm, her eyes were quiet, and she curled her lips and smiled, "Mr. Tang, long time no see!"

Tang Yang looked at her and whispered: "You are still alive!"

"Yes, I committed suicide that day, just a joke."

She smiled slightly, pointed to the stone bench next to her, "Please sit down!"

He sat down slowly, his legs trembled unconsciously, his fingers trembled all over his heart, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence smoothly, "How are you... OK?"

"good!"

She continued to smile with charming eyebrows, "I'm just busy with business and rarely return to Beijing. Otherwise, maybe we'd met long ago. I heard that your wife was dead, so I'm very sorry. Please mourn me!"

"sorry!"

His eyes were dull, and his voice was only heard by both of them. He could feel this sentence of sorry, pale and powerlessness.

"sorry?"

She smiled deeper and shook her head, "You are not sorry for me. I was ignorant back then. If I were not able to do such a thing now, I have disturbed you for three years. It was just that I said sorry."

Her words made him feel stinging, and his heart felt like something had been crushed by it. He didn't say anything for a long time and just looked at her.

The seventh girl brought a cup of tea and drank it slowly. She had been in the mall for so many years and had already refined her mind to the point of being introverted. She only had a decent and polite smile on her face, and she could not find any sadness and discomfort.

"Hate me?"

He asked in a hoarse voice for a long time.

The seventh girl said sincerely: "I want to thank you. You taught me that the love between men and women is just a false dream in the world. Only when you wake up can you keep your feet on the ground. I am now very good, not bound by the inner courtyard, and the heaven and earth allow me to linger."

He withdrew his infatuated eyes and said insincerely: "That's great, very good."

"Is there anything else?"

She asked, looking up at the moonlight, "It's getting late, I still have some accounts to look at."

The implication was that the order was issued to expel the guest.

Tang Yang was unwilling to leave, so staying for a while wouldn't change anything, but he just wanted to stay for a while.

"Can I ask you a few more?"

Tang Yang looked at her and asked.

The seventh girl smiled, "Of course, I can get to know each other for a while, and you and I have never had any grudges. If you sent someone to post earlier, I would definitely ask someone to set up some wine and drink with you, and trace the past of youthful recklessness."

Tang Yang was so arrogant, "Have you ever returned to the capital over the years?"

“Come back every year.”

She said.

"I always thought you were dead, but now you are not dead, I'm very happy."

She sighed softly, her eyes looked a little compassionate, "If I knew you cared, I would send someone to tell you that I was still alive, so that you would not live with guilt and live with guilt. But when I saw you leaving, I thought that you probably didn't care about my life or death, so it doesn't matter whether you talk or not."

His heart was stunned. Looking at her gentle face, how could he find the love, hate, sadness and joy that the reckless girl in the past was like this?

He didn't know what he could say, but he was too powerless to say sorry.

After a long silence, she was still waiting for him to say patiently, but he couldn't say anything after all, so he could only stand up slowly, look at her deeply, bow and salute, "Goodbye!"

She returned the gift with a blessing, "No!"

He dragged his heavy steps and slowly left the pavilion, and led by his servants, he left the mansion.

The soft lights in the pavilion shone on the face of the seventh girl. She sat down and looked at the direction where he disappeared as she sat just now. The corridor with faint light was quiet and timeless, but unexpectedly, a fierce face suddenly appeared.

She was shocked, and a big thorny smile rose on her face, "Mom, don't sleep so late, what if you listen to the corner of the wall?"

Mrs. Dingguo strode forward with a crutch, her face fiercely, staring at her, "It's him?"

"You are an old lady, you can care about your grandchildren with peace of mind, you are so kind of care!"

The seventh girl stood up and reached out to help her.

Mrs. Dingguo slapped her hand and asked viciously: "Don't smile at me, is it him?"
Chapter completed!