Visa On Arrival Chapter 44
byI miss you
After everything settled, the days became quieter.
Qi Lan’s company is also back on track.During the most difficult period, half of his hair turned gray and he couldn’t sleep all night long, but he managed to survive.On the day he signed the last merger and acquisition contract, he called Qi Ranyue, his voice was brisker than ever in the past few years: “Yueyue, dad did it.”
The old house and villa was also bought back.That was the place where she grew up. Qi Ranyue went back to take a look.
Qi Ranyue also moved back to the lawn villa, their wedding room.
Now it’s back, the key is in the palm of my hand, and it’s still the same temperature.
Everything is going in the right direction.
The wound is still there, but it’s no longer bleeding.
The sun is very good.
Qi Ranyue was lying on the lawn, with the old mat under her
The one she and Chen Rong used to lay down was green and white.
In the past, when they were lying here, Chen Rong would stick ice cola on her face, listen to her scream, and then laugh her head and feet.
Now she lay alone.
The sun warmly covers my body, like a quilt that is too light.
She turned over and turned her head to look at the bench not far away.
It’s wood, and the brown paint is peeling off a bit.
I used to say that the chair was too shaky, but I would sit on it every time. Chen Rong said that sitting here had the best view, and she could see the entire lawn and the wild flowers on the hillside opposite.
Qi Ranyue stood up, walked over, and sat down.
Still as tough as ever.
The wood was warmed by the sun, and the uneven lines pressed against the thighs, making it uncomfortable.
She didn’t know why Chen Rong liked it.
She put her hands flat on her knees and sat up straight. Her expression slowly changed, the corners of her mouth flattened little by little, and her eyes lost focus little by little, like a lamp being slowly turned down, until it was completely extinguished and there was nothing left on her face.
She took out her phone.
In the address book, “A. Mother Her Majesty the Queen” also had the name “A A. Baby Rongrong”. She did not delete it and was reluctant to delete it.
She scrolled down and pressed “A. Mom Her Majesty the Queen”.
Toot, toot, toot,
Each sound was drawn out.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mother’s voice came from the phone dock.
Qi Ranyue opened her mouth and found that her lips were very dry and stuck together, requiring force to separate them.
“Mom.”
One word.
She knew her mother heard it.
All mothers can hear it.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.
There was a very soft, muffled sob, “Baby, what’s wrong with you? Where are you?”
She didn’t answer, raised her head and looked at the sky.
The sky is very blue, so blue that it makes no sense, so blue that it makes people want to cry.
“Mom,” she said, “I can’t hold it anymore.”
Mom’s cry got louder and was quickly suppressed.
Qi Ranyue could hear her desperately inhaling on the other end of the phone, like a drowning person struggling, “Baby, listen to me…”
“I’m in pain.” Qi Ranyue interrupted her calmly.Not being impatient, just stating.
“I’m in so much pain, I can’t hold on anymore,” she said, “Can you understand me?”
There was only crying on the other end of the phone.
Mom couldn’t say anything, she just cried, intermittently, occasionally mixed with one or two broken syllables, as if she wanted to call her name, but was drowned by tears again.
She waited a long time.
The sunlight moved from her knees to her wrists.
A butterfly flew around the bench and then flew away.
“Yeah.” Mom replied with one word.
In the past six months, Qi Ranyue has returned to normal. She can laugh, hold meetings, have BBQ appointments with friends, and post photos of coffee and the sky on WeChat Moments.No one thought anything was wrong with her.She polished herself just right, not decadent, not depressed, not worrying.
But no one knew her pain in the middle of the night, and all the “what ifs” came to her in the dark night.
If I wasn’t with her that day.
If I had never met Xu Xingci
If he didn’t find out that Chen Rong liked him.
If you don’t receive that text message.
If you don’t know anything.
If… I don’t exist.
Every if is a fork in the road, and every fork in the road leads to a world where Chen Rong is still alive.
She walked over and over again in her mind until dawn, leaving footprints at every fork in the road.
Memories are like showing a movie.
Frame by frame, loop playback.
She was lying on the bed, her eyes open and her face calm.
Only tears flowed silently into the pillow.
It’s so uncomfortable
Can’t hold it anymore
so tired
She hung up.
The phone screen dimmed, reflecting her own face.
She put her phone on the bench, turned around, and looked at the lawn again.
The sun is still there, the lawn is still there, and the green and white checkered mats are still there.
The wind rustled the grass blades.
She sat there for a long, long time, until the sun went down and the shadows on the lawn were stretched very long.
Sitting on Chen Rong’s favorite chair, she watched the sky get darker little by little.
In the evening, Qi Ranyue went to the cemetery with a bottle of wine.
Black*A, gold bottle.
The 18K gold-plated bottle makes people’s eyes hurt when it is shaken under the street lamp, and the frosted metal texture feels cold and slippery in the hand.
When Qi Ranyue pulled the bottle out of the paper bag, the light on the bottle was like a knife, cutting through the thick darkness in front of the tombstone.
She bought twelve bottles, a total of six colors, two bottles of each color.
It was Qi Ranyue who took Chen Rong together to discuss it.
Weddings must include glasses of wine and a champagne tower.
Qi Ranyue said, this is not vulgar at all, just to blind them.
When pouring wine, Qi Ranyue takes the lead and Chen Rong holds the bottom of the bottle. Starting from the center cup on the top, pour slowly until it overflows and then flows to the bottom.
The two also planned to drink the empty bottles.Write your name and wedding date on the bottle and put it in the wine cabinet or study room at home. It will be a more high-quality souvenir than a photo.
Qi Ranyue unscrewed the bottle cap.
No drinks, no champagne tower, no groomsmen and bridesmaids, no wedding.
She was alone, sitting in front of the tombstone, with a bottle of peach on her lap that was supposed to be opened at the wedding.
She took a sip.
The wine rolls down the throat, and the fruity aroma of Pinot Noir explodes in the mouth, full and plump, with the sweetness of cherries and berries.
Delicious.
So delicious.
Chen Rong will definitely like it.
She said that Pinot Noir is her natal wine. It has a fruity aroma and is not astringent, making it easy to drink.
“It tastes good.” Qi Ranyue said to the tombstone.
The sound dispersed in the empty cemetery, and no one answered.
She took another sip.
This time he drank so hard that the wine spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his clothes.She didn’t wipe it.
“I originally wanted to…drink it when I get married.”
She looked down at the bottle of wine in her hand.
Under the light, the bottle reflected light spots like broken gold, which fell on the back of her hand, on the tombstone, and on Chen Rong’s photo.
“Give me a glass of wine.” Qi Ranyue’s voice began to tremble, “Do you remember? You said that you should use the best wine for a glass of wine. Mom and dad said that the champagne tower is too vulgar, follow vulgarity, and I want something glittering when getting married.”
She smiled.
It was short and bitter, as if it was squeezed out of the throat.
Then she took another swig.
The wine is coming on.
Her stomach was burning, from her esophagus to her throat, making her want to vomit.
But she didn’t stop.
She unscrewed the cap and poured some wine on the floor.
The amber liquid seeped into the soil, darkening the color of the small patch of land in front of the tombstone.
“It’s for you,” she said.
By the end of the drink, I couldn’t tell whether it was wine or tears.
She suddenly raised the bottle and pointed it at the tombstone, “Give me a glass of wine! Rongrong.” Her hand went around the tombstone, around a non-existent person, around the air, around the moonlight, around the arm that would never be stretched out again.
She pulled her hand back and dropped the bottle on the floor.
The gold bottle rolled twice on the grass. It was not broken, but was stained with mud.
She looked at the bottle, her chest heaving violently, “I hate you, I hate you, why did you abandon me, why don’t you want me anymore.”
The wind blows from the east side of the cemetery, carrying the smell of pine trees and earth.
She held the bottle of wine and sat in front of the tombstone, motionless.The golden light on the bottle flickered on her face, like a lamp that was about to burn out.
She remembered Chen Rong saying shyly: “Keep a low profile.”
He said: “I will get married once in this life, low-key and low-key.”
Get married once in this life.
The wine bottle was hugged tighter, the bottle pressed against her chest, so cold that her heart trembled.
“In the next life,” Qi Ranyue said to the tombstone, her voice hoarse, “I will keep a low profile for you in the next life.”
She lowered her head and rested her forehead on the bottle.
The tears finally fell.
One drop, two drops, hit the golden bottle, smashing the gold-like light spots one by one.
When she closed her eyes, she felt like the whole world was sinking.
The effects of the medicine came faster than she expected.
His stomach was boiling with the burning heat of the mixture of wine and pills, and his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, sinking into the soil bit by bit.
She lay next to the tombstone, her cheek pressed against the cold grass, her hair wet with dew.
Forget it, she thought.So be it.
Then someone called her name.
“Yueyue.”
That voice.
The sound she had been looking for in her dreams.
She struggled to open her eyes.
The moonlight blurred into a white halo, and in the halo there was a tall, thin, straight silhouette, with arms spread out like an open door.
Chen Rong.
“Why are you looking for me now?” Qi Ranyue said, her voice trembling, “Sister, I miss you.”
Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, rolled over her cheeks, and dripped into her hair.
She tried to raise her hand.The fingers stretched out tremblingly in the air, inch by inch, heading in that direction.
Chen Rong squatted down.
The arms are still open.
So close, so close that Qi Ranhuang could see the tears on her eyelashes.
“Yueyue” Chen Rong’s voice was as light as the wind, “I’m late.”
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