Tang Qianyan

When Tang Qianyan woke up in the warm sunshine in the morning, it was like waking up from a nightmare, full of fear.

The curtain on the window was not drawn tightly, and a ray of sunlight came in, making Tang Qianyan frowned.When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, only a bright and shaking spot remained in front of his eyes.

Tang Qianyan gasped slightly, and suddenly realized that she was still in someone else's apartment, she was so nervous that she threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. Tang Qianyan caught sight of a waist knife with intricate and beautiful patterns on the mahogany table, picked it up lightly, and walked out.

Bai Wusheng quietly slept on the sofa with his clothes on, his indifferent and cruel side face faded, and he looked very handsome.

Tang Qianyan pursed her lips, raised her hand to take off the scabbard, and a cold light overflowed, hanging on Bai Wusheng's face, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

Sensing Tang Qianyan's hesitation, Bai Wusheng sighed very lightly, and slowly opened his eyes to look at Tang Qianyan, with a little indifference in his eyes.

Tang Qianyan didn't expect him to be awake, so she was startled and took a step back.

Bai Wusheng sat up on the sofa, his voice was cold: "This knife is just an ornament, it doesn't have a sharp edge. If you want to kill me, there is a gun on the table."

Tang Qianyan gritted her teeth, dropped the knife on the ground, picked up the gun on the table, and pointed it at Bai Wusheng.

"Take me back." Tang Qianyan said.

"Then I'll go to Adjutant Wei to get the key." Bai Wusheng stood up and tidied his clothes in an orderly manner.

"No..." Tang Qianyan hesitated for a moment, he couldn't control the two of them.

Bai Wusheng sneered softly, then stepped forward suddenly, raised his hand and grabbed Tang Qianyan's gun, then pinned Tang Qianyan's wrist and pressed him against the wall.

It was only a few breaths, before Tang Qianyan could react, she was suppressed and couldn't move.

Bai Wusheng pressed Tang Qianyan's chin with a gun, forcing him to look at him, the sneer on his face hadn't completely faded: "Don't be afraid, this gun hasn't been pulled and loaded yet."

Tang Qianyan's eyes showed a bit of panic, and she bit her lip firmly.

Bai Wusheng just stared at Tang Qianyan for a few seconds, then retracted his gun suddenly, and took a big step back.

Tang Qianyan rubbed her painful wrist, feeling a little at a loss.

Bai Wusheng's face was somewhat unnatural, as if he was restraining something, but he just said, "I'll take you back."

After all, without waiting for Tang Qianyan to agree, he stepped out of the room and knocked on Xiaowei's door next door.

Xiao Wei was sleepy, opened the door and saw Bai Wusheng was so angry early in the morning, with an iceberg face, he kicked the door in, took the key to the warehouse, and left.

Xiao Wei called out to the major in a daze, and wanted to follow him out, but Bai Wusheng frowned and pushed him back: "You continue to sleep."

"Eh?" Before Xiao Wei could react, the door was slammed shut.

Bai Wusheng came back with the key to the warehouse, and seeing Tang Qianyan still staying there in a daze, like a small animal caught in a hunter's trap, he tightened his hand holding the key, and the edges and corners of the key made his heart ache.

He wanted him, but he didn't want to force him.

I have endured it for six years, there is no reason why I cannot endure it now.

"Let's go," Bai Wusheng tried to slow down his tone, "I'll take you back."

Only then did Tang Qianyan realize that Bai Wusheng really wanted to send her back, so she couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"Why?" Bai Wusheng asked him back.

Tang Qianyan shook her head and fell silent.

It was early morning, there were no pedestrians on the big street, Bai Wusheng drove a little faster than usual, and within a short while, he arrived at Jingkou Hutong.

That mansion has been spent for decades, and it is burned in Bai Wusheng's heart, like a cinnabar mole that cannot be erased.

Tang Qianyan was stunned for a moment: "I can't live here anymore..." He originally wanted to ask why Bai Wusheng knew that he used to live here, but was cut off by Shengsheng.

"You don't live here anymore?" Bai Wusheng frowned.

"Well, that house has been sold." Tang Qianyan got out of the car and moved not far away, so she could walk there.

Bai Wusheng also got out of the car and followed closely.

The two were silent, and after turning a few more intersections, Tang Qianyan stepped into a dilapidated courtyard.

This is a typical courtyard house in Beiping. I don’t know when it was built. The wooden beams show a dark brown color that has been weathered. The tiles on the eaves are half broken and covered with oilcloth.There were probably several families living in the house, each family lived in one house. At this time, some people had already got up early, and there were a few babies crying in the westernmost room, mixed with the women's dirty local yelling and cursing.

Bai Wusheng frowned at Tang Qianyan's usual appearance.

Bai Wusheng asked: "Why did you move here?"

"Forced by livelihood." Tang Qianyan replied calmly, he walked straight to a room on the east side and opened the door.

Only then did Bai Wusheng notice that even though it was late autumn, Tang Qianyan was only wearing a thin long gown. Although the gown was clean, it was whitish from twisting and washing.

"Living? I don't know when Liyuan Xingdang became so depressed." Bai Wusheng still frowned.

"I haven't been on stage for six years." Tang Qianyan stepped into the house slowly, held the door, raised her eyes to look at Bai Wusheng: "Major Bai, please go back."

Bai Wusheng's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to push the door, but Tang Qianyan couldn't help it, so Bai Wusheng forced him in.

Bai Wusheng looked around the room, and it turned out that the walls were bare.A cold bed, a few boxes on the floor, a table, a chair, and a cabinet.

"Sorry for the poor hospitality, please go back." Tang Qianyan said.

"Why did you end up in such a situation?" Bai Wusheng felt a little angry for no reason: "Why don't you sing anymore?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Tang Qianyan said.

"I've changed my mind, you come back to live with me." Bai Wusheng looked at the cold kang with a frown and said, "If you don't agree, I'll go and destroy the theater building."

"You!..." Tang Qianyan was so annoyed that she was incoherent.

Bai Wusheng thought for a while and said, "Maybe I'll buy that house for you."

"I won't appreciate it." Tang Qianyan gritted her teeth: "What are you going to do?"

"The golden house hides the beauty." Bai Wusheng said it as a matter of course.

Tang Qianyan fell to her feet and was speechless while holding her forehead. Is this person out of his mind?

Bai Wusheng smiled suddenly, it was a smile purely out of pleasure, without scheming, without pretense, bright as a thousand suns.

Tang Qianyan froze for a moment, such a smile made him miss her for no reason.

But it was indeed a different face. The moment Tang Qianyan came back to her senses, her heart was filled with bitterness.

The person he misses day and night will eventually disappear bit by bit with the passage of time, leaving only himself full of unwillingness, not wanting to forget, and only willing to live in the memory of the past.

Li Shunming is his calamity, and he will not understand it in this life.

Bai Wusheng's actions have always been swift and resolute, but within a few days, he bought the house, and he specially renovated it according to the appearance he remembered, from the large goldfish pond in the courtyard to the small red candlesticks in the house, all returned to their place .

When Tang Qianyan stepped into the courtyard, she saw Bai Wusheng waiting for him under the banyan tree, the fallen leaves were blown by the wind, and the gold of the setting sun blended with the gray and yellow of the fallen leaves, like a rich and colorful painting.

Tang Qianyan didn't understand why Bai Wusheng knew what his house used to look like, he thought that Bai Wusheng must have spent a lot of time investigating.

"Major Bai, why is this necessary?" Tang Qianyan sighed under the tree.

Bai Wusheng's eyes flickered for a moment.

"You can buy a house for me, or you can have a reception with famous ladies at the same time." Tang Qianyan still smiled, but a little sarcastically: "The major is handsome and extraordinary, there must be a lady who falls in love with you, choose a good man, and your future will be bright." Jinxiu is wonderful, why waste all these thoughts on a down-and-out actor."

"I won't." Bai Wusheng said briefly.

"Even counting the time in the theatrical building, I only met the major very rarely. How can I believe the major's words of love now?" Tang Qianyan lowered her eyes to hide the indifference in her eyes.

"If you want to reject me, you don't have to." Bai Wusheng said suddenly: "I bought this house just to hope that you can recover from your illness. I will not ask you for anything."

Tang Qianyan raised her eyes in surprise, and saw the sudden loneliness on Bai Wusheng's face.

"I really don't understand..." Tang Qianyan smiled bitterly.

Probably because he didn't meet the right person at the right time, so the ending would be unacceptable and missed. Tang Qianyan thought that one day, Bai Wusheng would know the existence of Li Shunming.

But I didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Since he wanted to change his house, he naturally had to tidy up his belongings. Bai Wusheng folded his sleeves and wanted to help carry heavy objects. Xiao Wei lamented that his major had become a coolie, and Bai Wusheng laughed and cursed.

Xiao Wei couldn't dodge in time, and bumped into the low cabinet, several opera collections and a stack of letters scattered and fell down.

Bai Wusheng had no choice but to pick it up, and saw that the stack of letters was old and new, as if Tang Qianyan often wrote them but never sent them.Bai Wusheng spread out the letters, and found that they were all eulogies, and the same person's name—Li Shunming—was written on the head of each letter in tiny characters.

Tang Qianyan came in from outside the house, seeing Bai Wusheng holding the letter, her heart tightened.

"Li Shunming..." Bai Wusheng uttered the name, and felt it was very strange.

Tang Qianyan stepped forward a few steps, wanting to take those letters, but was grabbed by Bai Wusheng's wrist.

Xiao Wei didn't understand why the major was acting like this all of a sudden, just as he was about to step forward, he heard Bai Wusheng say to himself: "Xiao Wei, you go out."

"Ah..." Xiao Wei hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't go against Bai Wusheng's intention, turned around and left the door.

"The person you like is Li Shunming?" Bai Wusheng asked.

"So what if I say yes." Tang Qianyan looked directly into Bai Wusheng's eyes.

It's okay to be honest, Tang Qianyan thought about it and said: "It's also a promise to him not to perform on stage for six years, so I can't accept the major, and I don't want to let him down."

"Take him?" Bai Wusheng laughed suddenly, his face full of sarcasm: "Li Shunming is already dead."

Tang Qianyan's face turned pale.

Bai Wusheng let go of Tang Qianyan, and took a few steps back with the letters.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Qianyan watched as Bai Wusheng took out a match and lit the red candle in the house.

"Li Shunming is dead." Bai Wusheng repeated coldly, put those letters on the flame, and burned them one by one for Tang Qianyan to read.

"No..." Tang Qianyan turned pale, and wanted to stop her: "Don't do this."

Bai Wusheng sneered, destroyed all those letters, and said again: "Li Shunming is dead."

The flames licked up, burning the letter to ashes inch by inch, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. Tang Qianyan wanted to beg Bai Wusheng not to destroy all his hopes, but for some reason, he felt stuck in his throat and couldn't say anything. The candlelight and the lingering green smoke were infinitely magnified before the eyes, and finally blended together.

Tang Qianyan didn't understand why Bai Wusheng wanted to open the bloody wound again, and forced him to admit it over and over again.

Bai Wusheng burned all the letters, stepped forward, and grabbed Tang Qianyan's wrist. He used a tone that was almost begging, and there was despair in his eyes that Tang Qianyan could not understand.

"He's dead, look at me."