Tang Qianyan

When he opened his eyes again, Li Shunming saw his own bed curtain, and when he moved, the pain in his right shoulder made him groan.

"Don't move, the doctor said to rest." Li Shaoheng said from the side, looking haggard.

Li Shunming moved his lips, but it was like a stick in his throat, hesitating but not making a sound.

"Don't worry, it's been resolved." Li Shaoheng said, "I prepared a gift and entrusted someone..."

"Where's Feng Wen?" Li Shunming's face was pale, he still remembered that the blood splashed that day was like a nightmare, so he couldn't help asking again: "Where's Feng Wen!"

Li Shaoheng stared at Li Shunming and said, "He was taken back by his family, don't worry."

Li Shunming moved his lips, wanting to ask something, but couldn't open his mouth.

He was afraid, afraid of all the answers.

Li Shaoheng originally wanted to ask how the conflict arose, but seeing Li Shunming like this, he stopped asking and just sighed heavily.

He also didn't tell Li Shunming that he sold a factory in a hurry and begged his old friend Na Tong, who was a high-ranking official, to suppress the matter just now, but the Feng family...

The Feng family is just a declining scholarly family, so there should be no trouble, Li Shaoheng thought, and Shun Ming must not be hurt again.

Liu Ma came in with a bowl of thick and white fish soup: "Master, Master."

Li Shaoheng nodded, took the fish soup, took a spoonful, and brought it to Li Shunming's mouth.

Li Shunming's voice was hoarse: "I will do it myself."

When he raised his hand, the pain in his right shoulder made his movements stagnate, and Li Shunming suddenly panicked: "My right hand..."

Li Shaoheng's hand holding the soup trembled invisibly, but he spoke unexpectedly calmly: "The doctor said to take care of it for a while, and it will recover after it's done... drink the soup."

After Li Shunming listened, he stopped talking and finished the fish soup in silence.

Li Shaoheng told him to lie down and rest, and after a few more instructions, he walked out of the room with a bowl and a spoon.

Today is cloudy and rainy, the air is full of dampness and coolness, the breeze is cold and bitter, and the drizzle is continuous, penetrating like needles.

Old Zhang, the gatekeeper, ran over: "Master, the person waiting outside has been standing there for several hours."

"I don't see you." Li Shaoheng's face sank like water: "From now on, no matter who wants to see Shun Ming, he will refuse."

Lao Zhang looked embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything, so he responded and trotted back to the gate.

There was someone outside the door holding an oilcloth umbrella, with an indescribable sense of bleakness from his back, he turned his head after hearing the noise, with a handsome face and clear eyes.

"My lord, please go back. It's not convenient for the young master to see guests." Lao Zhang said.

Tang Qianyan pursed her lips and asked, "Is he awake?"

Lao Zhang nodded.

"He... is he okay?" Tang Qianyan asked, "Did you say anything?"

"I don't know what you said, but the young master drank a bowl of fish soup." Old Zhang said.

Tang Qianyan nodded, thanked Lao Zhang, then turned and left.

Lao Zhang looked around a few times, and seeing that he had indeed gone far, he closed the door. A long sound of closing the door resounded in an unknown alley in Beiping, lost in the cold wind and drizzle.

There were children on the street who didn't hold umbrellas, shrank their necks, and yelled weakly, not knowing what they were selling.

Tang Qianyan closed the umbrella and handed it to Xiao Tong.

The little boy stared wide-eyed, but didn't dare to pick it up.

Tang Qianyan didn't say anything, just put the umbrella at the little boy's feet and turned around, walking farther and farther alone.

The cold rain slid down on Tang Qianyan's cheek, mixed with a drop of warm stuff.

Yuan Kuifan stomped around the room with a sullen face. His adjutant knocked on the door and came in, saluting.

Yuan Kuifan asked, "Is everything resolved?"

The adjutant nodded: "Master, don't worry."

Yuan Kuifan snorted and sat on the chair.

I thought they were just two little bastards who didn't know what to do, but they had some background, Yuan Kuifan thought about it, and then snorted disdainfully, with a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes.

But so what, after all, he still can't beat himself.

The adjutant was like a roundworm in Yuan Kuifan's stomach. Seeing Yuan Kuifan like this, he stepped forward and whispered: "Master, can't swallow this breath?"

After staring at the adjutant for a while, Yuan Kuifan said, "So what, this guy surnamed Li hired Na Tong, the former Minister of Military Aircraft, as his backstage."

The adjutant said: "Natong lives in Tianjin now, beyond the reach of the whip. Let me share the worries of the teacher for such a small matter..."

As he spoke, the adjutant whispered a few more words in Yuan Kuifan's ear.

Yuan Kuifan narrowed his eyes and just said, "Do it clean."

The adjutant answered yes, turned around and left.

After several days of light rain, the sun finally cleared up today. The sun was very good, soft and warm, shining on Li Shunming's pale face, conveying warmth.

Li Shunming sat on the stone table in the courtyard, thinking about something.

In the past few days, no one came to visit him, and his father did not allow him to go out. Li Shunming was not unaware of the strangeness, but he was helpless.

It's just going to be unsettling anyway.

Li Shunming stood up, he wanted to go out for a walk.

Avoiding people's eyes all the way, Li Shunming walked around to the low wall beside the courtyard. The injured right shoulder made his body very uncoordinated. When he climbed over the wall, Li Shunming was so painful that his forehead was sweating, so he snorted softly and squatted down to rest for a while. .

When he got up again, Li Shunming was at a loss, he didn't know where to go.

Li Shunming took a few steps and walked around to the main entrance of his house, intending to walk out of the alley.

Then I saw a familiar figure in a plain white gown standing in front of the gate of my own yard.

The door squeaked open, Li Shunming hid, and then heard the voice of old Zhang, the gatekeeper: "Master, please don't come, young master, he doesn't see any visitors."

Tang Qianyan asked a few more words, but Lao Zhang was unwilling to speak, and closed the door after a few perfunctory words.

Tang Qianyan lowered her eyebrows, and when she turned around to leave, she saw Li Shunming standing under the steps.

Tang Qianyan suddenly became flustered, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Li Shunming looked at Tang Qianyan, his eyes calm. He still remembered the kneeling that Tang Qianyan stood in front of him that day, as if it was going to make the world barren.

"Tangqianyan." Li Shunming called out.

Being called by her name directly, Tang Qianyan was slightly stunned.

"Tang Qianyan..." Li Shunming called out again: "Can you stop singing on stage for me?"

I already understand my own weakness. If you still stand on that glamorous stage and are coveted by countless people, I will not be able to protect you, and I will even gradually lose you.

No more acting on stage... Tang Qianyan didn't understand why Li Shunming made such a harsh request to him. He thought that as long as it was the request of the person in front of him, no matter what it was, he would agree without hesitation.

But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong.

"Play," Tang Qianyan said with difficulty, "is the life of an actor."

Li Shunming lowered his eyes, because the answer was within his expectations, so there was no needless disappointment.

Tang Qianyan was born for drama, he sang about joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, prosperity and decline, the warmth and coldness of the world, and people's hearts, but he couldn't understand himself.

Li Shunming took a few steps forward, walked straight in front of Tang Qianyan, and pinched his jaw.

A kiss, like a touch of water, is fleeting.

Li Shunming spoke in a soft and sad voice: "We don't want to meet again."

After speaking, Li Shunming turned around and walked away.

He said farewell, but unexpectedly the words came true.