1468: C1468 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1396

C1468 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1396

"Wow, we really have the same thoughts. I just happened to say that I wanted to eat some food today, but the result is that I'm cooking," Ding Yiyi said as she ate.

Edward looked at her silently and then stood up to take the violin from the violinist.

Ding Yiyi didn't know that he had these musical instruments, but the moment she thought of his identity, she felt relieved. Listening to the melodious melody, the man in front of her and Ye Nianmo's figure seemed to overlap.

"Iyi, I'm leaving England." Edward suddenly said.

She was stunned, "Hmm, okay, how long will it take this time? When are you going to leave so that I can hand over my plants? "

Edward was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to let the violinist and the chef go down. The entire rooftop regained its tranquility, only a light breeze could be heard, "It will be a long time before he comes back."

He looked at her, and his brow was filled with the wind of summer and the warmth of winter, as if he were the most affectionate man in the world, and if she wanted the moon, he would give it to her, and if she wanted the universe, he would promise her.

"How long is a long time? I don't know if I'll get a nanny to come and see if I can bring some flowers to the house in time. " Ding Yiyi chattered on.

Edward listened quietly and sighed, "Sorry, I left alone this time."

"What?" Ding Yiyi panicked and knocked over her goblet. The red wine dyed the white tablecloth red like a gorgeous flower. The wine flowed down the corner of the tablecloth and dripped onto the ground.

The waiter appeared just in time to clean up the mess on the table. The wine tablecloth was quickly replaced by a brand-new one.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Ding Yiyi forced a smile at him. "What were we talking about just now?"

Edward said word by word, "I've got a job. I'm going to Ebola for a while. I'm going to shoot a special topic."

"Ebola? Isn't there an outbreak going on there? " Ding Yiyi's first thought was that the other party wouldn't let her follow him because of this. She said, "It doesn't matter if it's really work. I'll take good care of myself."

She tried to think of a dozen reasons to persuade herself to follow him. She had been with him for over half a year, and during that time, he was the only person in her memory.

Edward got up and walked in front of her. He leaned over and made an inviting gesture with his hand: "Would you like to dance?"

All she could think of was this shocking news. She just wanted to know what it was, and he was asking her to dance?

He suddenly laughed. Even the brightest moonlight had dimmed, giving off a soothing feeling.

Ding Yiyi held his hand and felt a bit of sweat on his palm. This was something that only he would do when he was nervous. Was he nervous?

The melodious music once again rang out. It was a tune that was commonly found in the upper class of the UK. Every single note seemed to be converging together at a leisurely pace.

"Do you remember when I told you about my parents?" Edward said calmly as he led her to dance.

Ding Yiyi couldn't see his expression. With her head between his neck, she could only clench his hand affectionately to express her response.

Edward slightly lowered his head to look at her hair whirl, his tone becoming gentler, "I've said before, my mom left my dad because of her ideals, some people have God in their hearts, some people have money in their hearts, and her heart has photography in their hearts." He paused, "I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, I'm the same as her."

"But I'm not like your father." Ding Yiyi pulled away from him, then realized what she had said and hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm not referring to your father's physical inconvenience, but I wanted to say that I can accompany you to work. We've been like this for the past six months."

"Yes, can you repeat that last sentence?" Edward suddenly said and coaxed softly, "That last sentence."

She was stunned. "We've been together for the past half year?"

At the end of the song, he nodded and let go of her hand, maintaining the distance of half an arm's length away. He said in a consistent and calm tone, "It's because you've only been with me for the past six months that you feel that you can't leave me."

Ding Yiyi knew that he was right, only his memories were within her grasp. It was just like how she had spent her first month's salary to buy something after work, even if you had more ability in the future and more money to buy better things, but the first thing she wanted to buy was always precious.

"Do you mind? Don't you like this way of getting along? " Ding Yiyi asked sadly.

Edward looked at her seriously, "I'm tired, I don't want to be your support anymore."

If he said she wasn't good, then she would try to change. If he said he was in love with another girl, then she would let him go.

She knew she was selfish. His memories of her were the only ones, but hers weren't the only ones. She should have thought of them long ago.

"Perhaps you don't need to leave, as long as I do." Ding Yiyi said with some difficulty.

He shook his head and said softly, "I left you because I wanted to work with all my energy."

The wind from the balcony gradually grew stronger, and the candlestick's flame flickered a few times. In the end, it was still powerless to fight against the wind, unwillingly extinguishing it, only leaving behind transparent tears and slowly rising gray smoke.

If he said so, what else could she say? Ding Yiyi felt sad in her heart, "Is it because of me and Ye Nianmo?"

He didn't say anything. In fact, he let out a long sigh when she asked, he wouldn't stop her from pursuing the happiness she wanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't jealous as a man.

"I do have a different feeling about him." Ding Yiyi said with great difficulty, "How laughable. I'm such a bad woman. I grabbed you but didn't let you go. I'm just a dissolute woman."

Edward interrupted her, "No," he then walked to his seat and took out an 80% new notebook from his bag. The bottom right corner of the notebook was slightly turned up, obviously flipped over by someone.

He put the book in her hand. "Maybe there's something in the world that's destined for you. You can't resist his attraction to you. Everything you used to have is here."

Ding Yiyi raised her palm up, her gaze fixated on the upright notebook in her palm. The feeling of grinding sand on the notebook rubbed against her palm, bringing about a peculiar feeling.

"This is all the past between you and him. Perhaps after you've seen it, you will instead hate me, hate that I didn't let you return to his embrace sooner, hate that I'm actually the third party."

Ding Yiyi looked at the notebook in her hands in horror, as if it was the most sinful thing in the world. The power contained in this book could turn anyone's mind upside down.

The fragrance of roses was still there, but their moods were completely different. Edward turned around and took her bag and coat, and said softly, "You can look at them anytime."

With his back to her, he walked in a hurry, as if afraid that she would start flipping through his notebook in the next second. If that was really the case, then he would feel even more sordid about what he had done.

"Edward," Ding Yiyi called out to him. "No matter what's inside, you're very important to me. This will never change."

His figure paused, and his somewhat dispirited back seemed to straighten up a little. "Let's go."

After returning home, Ding Yiyi sat on the French window platform. The wind blowing in from the window brought with it the scent of gingko, causing one to feel increasingly clear-headed.

The notebook was neatly placed on her lap. As long as she was willing to stretch out her hand, she could easily pick it up with a single movement.

Finally, when the breeze had once again ruffled her hair, she reached out and gripped the corner of the book between her forefinger and thumb, revealing the beige pages.

The blue handwriting was exquisite and neat, and every time she wrote "Qing", her tail would slightly tilt upwards. Just by looking at the handwriting, she knew that she had written these.

Suddenly she got up, hurriedly opened the drawer, stuffed the notebook into it, and covered it with books.

Closing the drawer, she climbed onto the bed and hid under the blanket. She looked up at the huge chandelier on the ceiling for a moment before patting it behind her back.

The sound switch obediently carried out her command. The room was plunged into darkness, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of one's own heartbeat.

His phone suddenly lit up. It was a text message from Ye Nianmo. On it, there were only two simple words, "Good night."

Her heart was beating faster as she stared blankly at the screen of her phone until the screen gradually darkened. Then, it turned dark.

There was a slight noise from the bed, and suddenly she sat up again, barefoot, and went to the chest of drawers. She opened the drawer again and pulled out the bottom notebook.

She took a deep breath and opened the first page. "This is the first day I've decided to start a diary. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold on, but I don't regret my decision so as not to trouble my loved ones."

The paper quivered slightly from the trembling of her fingers. She had only read a few lines before she abruptly closed the book. Then, she locked the book in the cabinet again and locked it.

The cold key was shining with a dark golden light in the moonlight. She walked to the window and looked out. A few wild cats with round stomachs were in the middle of a duel, seemingly venting their unnecessary experiences.

Her hand loosened and the dark golden key began its free fall. It floated down in a straight line and quickly disappeared into the grass.1

The wild cats were obviously frightened. Their dirty fur stood erect, and their faces were filled with fear. They emitted a sharp sound, then scattered in all directions.

Returning to bed, Ding Yiyi thought that she would continue to be conflicted. However, she did not expect herself to fall asleep in a daze.

Early in the morning, she was awakened by the warm sunlight. She stretched lazily in her bed, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness after temporarily releasing her body into the air.

She remembered, just last night, Edward said that he was leaving, and in her cabinet was that book that recorded all her memories before she lost them.

"Edward." She muttered to herself. This abnormal silence suddenly caused her heart to become flustered.

She quickly changed and went downstairs. The living room was very quiet. The newspaper that Edward read every day was not on the tea table as usual.

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