Chapter 36: Another hallucination. In the past three years, he has become accustomed to this kind of torture that follows him everywhere.
Wuzhen.
The World Internet Conference happened to be held these days, and the entire ancient water town was surrounded by a sense of modern technology and surging crowds of people.
The airport was even more crowded, and the air was filled with Mandarin accents from all over the country, various foreign languages, and the noisy sound of suitcase wheels rubbing against the ground.
Zhao Yang was surrounded by assistants and walked quickly through the departure hall.
He had just come down from the hurricane and was about to rush back to the hotel to meet up with Feng Mingzhou.
The crowd was crowded and shoulder to shoulder, and he frowned subconsciously.
At this moment, my eyes inadvertently swept across the surging crowd in front of me, and a slender figure in an off-white cotton and linen dress suddenly caught my eye.
The way he walked, and the blurry half of his face that was revealed when he tilted his head inadvertently...
Zhao Yang's heart skipped a beat and he stopped subconsciously.
Gu Manman?
impossible.
He tried to get a closer look, but the figure had already turned a corner with the crowd and disappeared from his sight in just two or three seconds.
"Mr. Zhao?" The assistant asked in confusion when he saw him stop.
Zhao Yang rubbed his brows and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's okay, I saw it wrong, maybe I was too tired."
There are so many similar people in this vast sea of people.
What's more, Gu Manman...was confirmed to be on the crashed MH790 three years ago.
How could it be here?
He shook his head, shook off the ridiculous thought, and continued walking forward.
The evening banquet was held in a riverside restaurant with an antique private room.
The dishes have been served, they are exquisite and sophisticated, with typical Jiangnan flavor.
Feng Mingzhou sat in the main seat. He was wearing a dark Chinese buttoned shirt with a thin black jacket of fine texture over it.
His silver hair made his already deep features look even more severe, and his face had a paleness that came from not seeing the sun for a long time.
He was very thin, and the joints on his wrists were particularly distinct.
For three years, the seat next to him has always been empty.
A set of clean dishes and an empty cup were placed there meticulously, as if there was really someone sitting there.
Everyone in the box knew that it was reserved for his deceased wife.
Everyone knew it, and no one dared to touch this topic, for fear of upsetting the gentleman, or even more afraid of touching his reverse scale.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing.
Feng Mingzhou didn't have much of an appetite. He just raised his wine glass and took a sip occasionally. Most of the time, his eyes were fixed on the dark night outside the window. His eyes were empty and unfocused.
Zhao Yang felt very upset when he saw him like this.
He knows better than anyone how Feng Mingzhou got through the past three years.
I work like a madman who is desperate for my life, and numb myself with crazy busyness.
In private, he lives like a wandering ghost.
Guarding the empty western suburbs villa, guarding the hostess who will never come back.
Every year, astronomical amounts of money are invested to salvage that hopeless deep sea. Even though we know that the hope is slim, we are still so stubborn that we won't turn back even if we hit a wall.
Zhao Yang picked up the wine glass to hide the bitterness in his eyes.
The back figure he saw at the airport in the afternoon once again appeared in his mind.
So similar.
They really look alike.
just in case……
As soon as this thought came up, he extinguished it.
no.
He can't say.
The results of the investigation three years ago were clear: her name was on the passenger list and the airline had confirmed it.
The one at the airport was 99.9% likely just dazzlement, or it was just someone who looked like him.
If he told Mingzhou now and gave him a false hope, and if it turned out not to be true, it would be like stabbing him in the heart that was already broken.
It would cost his brother his life.
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The stone pavement in Wuzhen is worn to a shine.
The crowds of people were so crowded that they almost burst the narrow streets on both sides of the river.
The air was mixed with moisture, the smell of oil smoke from snack stalls, and the noise of various accents.
The flags of the World Internet Conference and the lanterns of the ancient town are hung together, creating a strange sense of mix and match.
"Hey, there are too many people here, right? It's hard to even take an empty shot, all they see are the backs of heads!" Su Yu complained as she dodged a person who was walking hurriedly with a suitcase and almost bumped into Gu Manman next to her.
Gu Manman helped her up and looked at the crowd surging in front of her with a calm gaze.
"No choice, I have to catch up with the conference."
Su Yu curled her lips, "I don't know what's so good about it. A bunch of big guys are gathered here, leaving us artists with nowhere to go." She turned her eyes and saw a small shop selling Dingsheng cakes not far ahead, "Let's go buy some food first. I'm starving."
At this moment, a low engine sound came from far away, and several black cars lined up in a row, slowly trying to cross the crowded street. The bodies of the cars were shiny black, and they looked expensive, attracting the attention of passers-by.
"Wow, what big shot has come? What a grand ceremony." Su Yu stood on tiptoe to look around, with a teasing tone in her voice.
Gu Manman followed her gaze and then looked away. She was not interested in anything.
Feng Mingzhou leaned back in the back seat of the stretched car in the middle of the convoy, staring out the window with empty eyes at the people and scenery that were constantly receding.
The car window was lowered a crack, and the noise outside poured in.
Just as the car was about to pass by where Gu Manman and Su Yu were, Su Yu, probably because she saw some funny slogans or passers-by dressed strangely, burst out laughing, and reached out to poke Gu Manman.
Gu Manman was amused by her and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, letting out a crisp and somewhat helpless chuckle.
The laughter was not loud, but it seemed to have penetrating power. It mixed in with the noisy voices and clearly penetrated into the gap in the car window.
Feng Mingzhou froze almost instantly.
This laughter...
Hallucination, another hallucination.
In the past three years, he has become accustomed to this torture that follows him like a shadow.
Her voice and her smile always appeared when he least expected.
The crowd was bustling with people, and the off-white figure and his laughing companion were soon left behind as the traffic flowed, turning into a narrower alley nearby.
The glimmer of light in Feng Mingzhou's eyes quickly dimmed, and everything turned dead silent again.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes tiredly, and leaned back in his chair, as if the instantaneous reaction just now had exhausted all his strength.
The convoy continued to move slowly and merged into the bustling traffic and crowds of Wuzhen.
In the alley, Su Yu was still excitedly telling Gu Manman about the interesting things he had just seen. Gu Manman listened quietly, nodding occasionally, her eyes fixed on the steaming pastry shop in front.
Under the covered bridge not far away, a black-sailed boat was rowing past, and the boatwoman was humming a melodious Jiangnan tune.
The water surface reflects the lights and shadows of people on both sides of the river, shining brightly.
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