The private treasure of the president of the wealthy family Ⅰ

Chapter 840 The night of fireworks, the starry sky is dotted.

The wind was so strong that the bamboo forest swayed, forming a thick silhouette.

A silver Rolls-Royce slowly approached from the night, and finally stopped in front of the iron gate, turned off the headlights, and suddenly fell into darkness again.

The car door opened lonely.

Zhuang Haoran was dressed in a white suit with a slightly loose neckline. He looked weak and haggard. He walked out of the car with a slightly drunken pace, told the driver not to follow, and walked towards the iron gate alone in silence, with a calm face. Press the access code, push the door and walk into the garden...

The driver stood by the car door worriedly, looked at Zhuang Haoran's haggard back, and sighed.

In the garden, there was silence, the green lawn exuded a fresh smell of soil, the bamboo forest in the distance continued to shake, and there was a lonely "gurgling" sound.

Zhuang Haoran walked on the soft grass, his mind went blank, and he looked a bit haggard and lonely, walking forward wearily...

boom! !

There was a burst of explosions! ! !

Zhuang Haoran was startled, the moment he raised his head, a burst of crimson fireworks rose from the fountain, and rushed straight into the dark night sky. Fireworks in the shape of a heart, burning hotly in the sky, when this one burns out, another heart-shaped firework with wings flutters away in this lonely night sky...

"..." Zhuang Haoran raised his head in shock, and looked at the dark sky. In an instant, fireworks like elves floated, lighting up the entire lonely world.

In an instant, just in an instant, when the blossoming heart-shaped fireworks were floating in the sky, the lights hidden in the lawn suddenly lit up, and bunches of purple lavender were fluttering against the sweet wind, the fantasy The aroma, with a hint of happiness, followed by...

For a moment, Zhuang Haoran looked at the huge lawn with a surge of emotion, which was actually full of bunches of purple lavender, accompanied by warm purple lights, as if he had entered the world of fairy tales in an instant. Suddenly, the fireworks have been extinguished suddenly with time, and the whole world seems to have fallen into darkness and silence again, only the bunches of happy lavender are facing the wind, accompanying me quietly...

This man, still standing in front of the lawn, looked at the fantastic scenery in surprise, his eyes were moist, as if he had guessed something, he waited quietly...

really……

In the center of the blossoming lavender, there was a bang, and blue magic flames rose up, floating enthusiastically in mid-air.

Zhuang Haoran raised his head again in shock, looked at the bundles of flames, inexplicably remembered the blue flames that night, floated in front of Jiang Tianlei, and landed. At that moment, it seemed that a mysterious fate had been destined.

There was a gentle sound of footsteps, "gurgling".

Zhuang Haoran looked forward again excitedly.

A snow-white figure seemed to come slowly from a magical flame, like an elf in the forest...

She is wearing a snow-white tube top silk dress, with sparkling rhinestones adorning her perfect figure, the elegant skirt is half-circular and covers the green grass, and after a bunch of purple lavender, she wears her waist-length black long hair, radiant Lavender-like fragrance, wearing a white rose wreath on the head, the wreath hangs down the snow-white veil that has been preserved for many years. After so long, it is still brand new...

Like a bride, this girl bowed her head shyly, holding a white rose ball in her hands, smiling sweetly, and walking towards...

Zhuang Haoran's heart surged immediately, and he looked at the girl in front of him in a daze.

Tang Kexin held the bouquet of roses, showed a shy smile, walked gently, and finally came to Zhuang Haoran, raised her head like a little sister, looked at him and softly whispered: " Big brother……"

Zhuang Haoran was shocked when he heard this call, and looked at her.

Tang Kexin raised her head slightly, the white rose petals dotted her forehead, her face was as pure as a newborn baby, her big bright eyes looked at Zhuang Haoran movingly...

Zhuang Haoran flickered his eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, and remembered the little sister in the white dress standing in the bamboo forest with a sweet and playful smile. That image has been frozen in his mind for a lifetime, and he never thought of being able to copy it. ...

Tang Kexin turned her eyes, and then looked at Zhuang Haoran deeply, remembering when he was sitting in front of the piano and playing the song "clinetimen" when he was a child, and then thinking of him now, occasionally sitting in front of the piano lonely, with an expression of concentration and reminiscence on his face, Playing the song "clinetimen", her eyes turned red involuntarily. It never occurred to her that when this man was playing the piano, he was thinking of herself...

Zhuang Haoran looked at Tang Kexin excitedly, with a trembling face, and wanted to call the girl in front of him, but he didn't know how to address him, and finally called excitedly... "Little sister..."

Tang Kexin suddenly looked at Zhuang Haoran with a burst of excitement, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she began to cry, "That year...you went there...why...you never came back after you left..."

Zhuang Haoran lowered his head excitedly, thinking of his father and mother moving their family to England under urgent circumstances, he couldn't bear the guilty expression, and suppressed tears...

"Is it because..." Tang Kexin cried out and looked at him. Tears rolled down one by one, and she cried, "Is it because...your little sister is still young, not enough to support the deep affection in your life...so...Occasionally When you think about it, have you ever wanted to find her? She has been holding your hyacinth, waiting for you for a long, long time..."

Zhuang Haoran gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and tried to hold back the trembling tears.

No matter how much Tang Kexin thought about him, she cried, "You don't know, because that night, when you came back to accompany me through the wedding, I have always believed that as long as I work hard to do one thing, to wait for someone, He will definitely come back...just like I waited for Jiang Tianlei...I think he is you...he will come back...you will come back...but at that time, you didn't...you don't know, I am guarding That pot of hyacinth has been waiting for you!! Waiting every day, year after year, the flowers bloom year after year, until I really forget about you..."

Zhuang Haoran raised his head excitedly, looking at the little sister in front of him...

"But how could I forget you..." Tang Kexin looked at him again, and cried, "My big brother is so kind, with such a sincere smile...the piano is so beautiful...I keep telling myself, If you don't come back, you must have your own reasons. I don't want to believe that you broke your promise... After so many years, every time I see the windmill, I think of you... It was you who turned the happiest time of my life... I don't believe you have forgotten you... Tell me, have you really cared about me for so many years!! Have you?"

Zhuang Haoran was silent and forbearing, looking at her with distress and tears.

"Say it!! Tell me!!" Tang Kexin cried and held the rose ball, hit him on the shoulder hard, and cried out in distress: "Tell me!! You haven't forgotten me!! Tell me!!"

Hearing these words, Zhuang Haoran finally suppressed the trembling tears, took out the black and white photo from more than ten years ago from his suit pocket, and showed it in front of her...

Tang Kexin tearfully looked at Zhuang Haoran holding up the black and white photo. It was a cute little girl in a white dress, facing the sweet wind, standing by the edge of Lavender City, showing a shy and sweet smile to the camera. I burst into tears again, looked at him and shouted again: "You tell me!! Is she your little sister!! Or your bride? Tell me!!!"

Holding the photo, Zhuang Haoran looked at Tang Kexin trembling and crying.

"Tell me!!" Tang Kexin's tears rolled down, and she cried excitedly, "Is she your bride or your little sister?"

Zhuang Haoran's face was trembling, and he endured it for a long time, finally shed tears, and said affectionately; "Bride..."

Hearing these words, Tang Kexin burst into tears again...

Zhuang Haoran didn't speak any more, just stepped forward affectionately, embraced Tang Kexin in his arms, stroked her hair with his hand, smelled the rose fragrance from many years ago, closed his eyes again, and tears rolled down...

Tang Kexin leaned in Zhuang Haoran's arms, remembering that she used to lean on her big brother's back and walked through the lavender city. His back was so wide and warm... She couldn't help but tiptoed, hugged Zhuang Haoran's neck tightly, and cried I yelled: "Big brother!! Big brother—I miss you so much! I never thought that you are my big brother! The big brother who has always brought me warmth!! Thank you!! Thank you for your face When I was incomplete, you didn’t give up on me!! Thank you for going to France and laying down roses for me! Thank you for following me to England!! Thank you for giving me such a night in Cambridge!! Thank you for your love! Thank you You! My favorite big brother!!"

Hearing this affectionate confession, Zhuang Haoran immediately hugged her excited body, kissed her hair softly, tears fell affectionately again...

In an instant, the wind fluttered, and the bursts of fireworks rose violently again, rushing into the lonely and dark night sky, turning into bursts of heart-shaped flames, romantically expanding in the whole world...

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Han Zhenzhen: During the creation process, with the deepening of the plot, I am often trapped in sadness and unable to extricate myself. Sometimes when it is difficult to break free, I cry alone alone, feeling powerless... so occasionally the manuscript is very difficult. Sorry for the lateness.I've tried my best...