The negotiations on the flower field project were actually very simple. Mo Jingchun's original intention was just to plant a sea of gentian flowers there.
Perhaps one day, Mo Jingchun will be able to meet Jiang Li again, and he can tell her with a smile that he has understood the true meaning of "eternal love".
After the dream-like illusion that night, Mo Jingchun did not stay in Shulu Town for too long, but gave full authority to his secretary Xiao Zhang to contact Chen Liang, the person in charge of the flower field.
At this time, Mo Jingchun had changed his clothes and was walking on the streets of Dongchang.
This is a habit he has always kept. Every time he arrives in a city, he will walk through the city's roads in person, as if he has walked through every inch of the city.
Perhaps at some moment, he will be able to walk the path that Jiang Li once walked.
Is this companionship? Or is it just self-deception?
Mo Jingchun walked silently, from dawn to sunset, from the edge of the city to the bustling center of the city, from the present to the past.
As night falls, the lights come on.
Among the bustling shopping malls in the city center of Dongchang, Mouda Plaza naturally has a place.
Although the structure was slightly different, Mo Jingchun stood in the center of the square, surrounded by a bustling crowd. Yet, he stood there quietly, as if he had been left in the same place by time.
Mo Jingchun knew that he was trapped at the starting point that day and could not get out no matter what.
He recalled the days when he and Jiang Li worked part-time in a Sichuan restaurant, and remembered her smile that bloomed like a flower at that time.
Some people say that it takes thousands of glances in previous lives to meet someone once in this life.
Mo Jingchun wondered if the red thread between him and Jiang Li still existed. Fate, this ethereal thing, always made people yearn for it, yet it was hard to pinpoint it.
At least for Mo Jingchun, he had been searching for six years, but apart from the illusion that night, he had not gained anything.
Mo Jingchun lowered his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his face. He did not choose to walk into the mall, but turned and walked towards the overpass on the other side.
This place is too busy and the noise is too loud. Jiang Li will not appear here.
Young people’s nightlife is very exciting. Wherever you look on the road, you can see boys and girls walking together.
They are full of youth, arm in arm, or holding hands, walking across the overpass to the bustling center of the city, enjoying an intoxicating and dreamy night.
Mo Jingchun walked onto the overpass, surrounded by people passing him. He was now standing at the other end of the overpass, at the junction of the past and the present, a long way from the other side.
Every step feels extremely heavy, and every step awakens memories of the past.
The once vibrantly colored overpass began to fade, gradually becoming stained by its dim past.
The overpass, which was originally full of pedestrians, was now only occupied by three people.
A young man and woman were originally walking side by side quietly, but for some reason, the boy suddenly shouted and ran forward. The girl, who was originally quiet and reserved, forgot to suppress her emotions and actually ran after the boy.
Mo Jingchun stopped and watched the two people chasing each other quietly. They followed the city lights and chased to the top of the memory until they disappeared.
The colors returned. Mo Jingchun sighed and continued walking forward, passing countless people.
The crowd was surging, and as Mo Jingchun walked, he heard the crisp sound of a bell in his heart.
"bell."
As if he had a sudden premonition, Mo Jingchun raised his head and looked around in panic.
In the surging crowd, he seemed to smell the faint fragrance of gentian, the elegant fragrance that he had been thinking about day and night, as if it appeared again.
Mo Jingchun walked and turned, his steps staggering as if he would fall down in the next second. The inky night blew his hair into disarray, and the sweat on his face made him look a little disheveled.
But Mo Jingchun didn't want to care about anything. He could feel that the person was standing on this overpass at this moment.
He was sure that Jiang Li was by his side.
Finally, in his peripheral vision, Mo Jingchun caught a glimpse of a woman in white standing on the edge of the overpass.
The evening breeze gently blew her long hair, and she was alone as always.
It’s her! Is it her? Is it really her?
Mo Jingchun's whole body was stiff. He slowly walked towards the figure, as if afraid of disturbing her.
"Let's go, don't stay here."
A fashionable young man in black patted the woman in white, and she turned her head and gave him a sweet smile.
"Um."
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Mo Jingchun stopped where he was, a bitter smile appearing on his face. That person was not Jiang Li, she was just a girl in a white dress, not the one in his memory.
Mo Jingchun felt stupid. He didn't understand why he had so many strange feelings in the city of Dongchang.
Maybe it was because it had been too long and he missed her so much that he became sick.
Mo Jingchun lowered his head again, with a wry smile on his face, and slowly walked towards the other end of the overpass.
Opposite him, a girl with short hair was walking slowly towards him.
Mo Jingchun didn't look up. In his memory, Jiang Li always had long hair.
This person is definitely not her. Mo Jingchun smiled inwardly and shook his head.
Both of them walked very slowly, and the crowd around them was almost faster than them.
They walked with their own thoughts, until their figures began to overlap, until there was only a little distance between them, until they passed each other.
The world suddenly turned white, and the people around them seemed to disappear. The two people passing by were slowed down. Mo Jingchun lowered his head and smiled bitterly, without looking back.
The short-haired woman clenched her fists lightly and took a firm step forward.
In the moment they passed each other, the world regained its color again. Mo Jingchun did not smell the elegant fragrance of the flowers. He lowered his head and walked to the other end of the overpass.
But what he didn't know was that the short-haired woman who passed by him stopped where she was.
As if she had gone through a psychological struggle, she slowly turned around and looked at Mo Jingchun's silent back.
In an instant, the sunshine in her memories shone on her. Mo Jingchun's thousands of glances back seemed to have really worked, but this time he did not look back.
They ultimately missed it.
Jiang Li stood there, watching the figure disappear from his sight.
Although she cut her hair short, her temperament has not changed much. She is still as fresh, refined, quiet and elegant as she was back then.
Six years passed by in her eyes, and finally came to the previously closed memories.
Whether it was the fleeting glimpse in the flower field or the passing by each other now, fate did not seem to intend for the two of them to meet.
Jiang Li said nothing. She turned around and walked forward, just passing by each other without leaving anything behind.
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