Ouyang quickly drove to the airport. Pang Peng ran to the boarding gate and saw a familiar figure. She wanted to call out, but she couldn't. Watching him disappear before her eyes, she comforted herself and waited for the next chance to apologize to him.
When Xia Yue left the house in the morning, he had intended to say goodbye to Ouyang Dao, but he never liked the scene of parting. He preferred to leave quietly without disturbing anyone. So he tidied the living room, made breakfast, and wrote a reminder.
Before leaving, he went to the design company and the designer who helped him design the farm and farm house called him. They had completed part of the work and only lacked the exact address.
This time, he went back to finalize this matter. He was determined to run the farm, not for the money, but simply for fun, for joy, for a sense of ease. As for Ouyang, he thought for a long time. Love can't be forced, nor can it be cultivated. Take Jin Lu for example. Even though he did so much for her, Ouyang still left him. This was the result of their lack of love.
He was the last to board the plane, as if he was waiting for something, or perhaps he was anticipating something. He eventually boarded the plane and stayed there until he arrived in Chongqing, where a drizzling rain was falling.
No one knew he was coming back, so no one came to pick him up. He took a taxi outside the airport and went to the nearest high-speed rail station. He had to rush to his destination.
Perhaps when Ouyang was making dinner, Xia Yue also arrived at a farmhouse, and they entertained him very warmly.
After she prepared the meal, she thought it would be a good idea to call her godmother and godfather, so she washed her hands, went to the living room to get her cell phone, and called them.
"Ouyang?" It was my godfather's voice. "Have you eaten?"
"Just finished," she asked, "Has Xia Yue gone home yet?"
"No," the other party said nervously, "Did something happen to Xia Yue?"
"Nothing," she said, to avoid worrying them. "He's needed for work over there. He's going back to Chongqing today."
"This kid," Xia Yue complained, "because of work, he never comes home again. Don't worry about him."
Just like that, Xia Yue left the city, and it was a long time before Ouyang saw him again.
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