Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang quickly withdrew her hand as if it was burned. The expression on her face seemed to freeze. Her delicate face was full of shock.

"You... what are you talking about?"

He Songbai repeated calmly, "I want to pursue you."

This time it is not a question but an affirmative sentence.

This sentence seemed to blow to Zhao Lanxiang's ear thunderously. At this moment, she felt it was ridiculous.

In the past two years, she has been hovering in a fragmented marriage. Her dull life and failure filled the first half of her life. She never thought that there would be a suitor in such a dismal situation.

At this ridiculous time, such a ridiculous person appeared, and he made a ridiculous remark. Zhao Lanxiang did not know the man's background, but she knew that he was very rich. His wealth alone was enough for him to choose any young and beautiful girls.

At this moment, he was in front of her and said he wanted to pursue her.

If it weren't for the serious expression on his face, Zhao Lanxiang almost thought he was teasing her to make her happy.

He Songbai captured all the complex emotions on her face.

He said seriously, word by word, "I'm no longer young, and I don't have the passion and confidence of young people. I can regain your love. There are not so many sweet words that can coax you happy, maybe even not so much time. But accompanying you and pursuing you, I can give my personal guarantee—"

"I will do my best to make you worry-free for the rest of your life."

Halfway through, the woman pushed He Songbai away angrily and turned away.

He was so helpless that he put a handkerchief covered with blood in his hand and wiped the blood leaching from his forehead again. He confessed to her without respect. The location was so casual, and the atmosphere was so bad. But he was so stimulated by Jiang Jianjun, and he hurriedly revealed his heart to her like a stupid head.

He was really naive. He couldn't help but laugh.

He Songbai followed her, and his long legs caught up with her in two or three steps. He followed her on the bus and walked to the door of her shop. He quietly said, "Can I go in to treat the wound?"

"I shed a lot of blood."

Zhao Lanxiang didn't agree, but she was afraid that she had to explain it to Sister He when she looked at his forehead.

She said, "Go to the hospital when you are injured. What's the use of coming to my shop?"

He Songbai's assistant silently went inside and handed the medicine box respectfully.

Zhao Lanxiang sat down at her work table without a word and sorted out the half-cut fabric.

He Songbai slowly washed his forehead, wounds on his face and hands, and his deep contours had the charm of a middle-aged man. Although he was embarrassed, it could not damage his temperament. He was still handsome and compelling.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons slightly. His luxury watch was left idle at random. His cufflinks and broken glasses were placed where Zhao Lanxiang often sat.

After the man took off his glasses, the pair of deep lacquered eyes seemed to look like a dark vortex, gentle and dangerous, capable of attracting people's eyes firmly, immersed them in the unknown.

He has forgotten that this is someone else's territory. He was as comfortable as in his own home.

After Zhao Lanxiang watched him for a few seconds, she calmly cut the cloth. She lowered her head and stepped on the treadle of the sewing machine. Her glance met his hot eyes, and she suddenly lowered her head, her thumb slightly off.

The streamer of the needle flashed, and the tip of the fine, straight line was suddenly crooked.

Zhao Lanxiang frowned slightly and lowered her head back to rework.

...

He Songbai resigned with a smile after dressing his wound. Advancing and retreating were important in any war. As if his impulsive words in the simple deep alley were just an illusion.

However, He Songbai's heart was not as calm as he showed because the person he faced was her. He Songbai could not help but imagine that her divorced woman's life was not easy. If he behaved inappropriately and provoke her, she would not be happy, but it would make her life difficult.

But He Songbai thought about it, remembering the way she pressed him, step by step, in the countryside, she was so lively and cute, and he had to succumb. He Songbai laughed again.

Love is wanton, and love has no restraint.

He started to prepare her flowers, sent camellia on Monday, gardenia on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday... Every day, he brought her the freshest bouquet to pick her off work. Worried about her troubles, He Songbai stood consciously on the corner of the street, silently and willingly waiting for her.

Because of this, Zhao Lanxiang changed her route to go home or delayed to get off work late in order to avoid him, but He Songbai blocked her again after several times.

He naturally handed the white and petite gardenia in his hand and smiled slightly, "Don't go home so late in the future. It is not safe to get off work this late."

"I'll give you a ride. So I will feel more at ease."

The spring is cold, and there are gentle and steady words of care in the middle of the night, making people feel warm.

But it was even more insecure to let a man with a certain thought follow her in the middle of the night. However, a person like He Songbai has a warm temperament and gentle eyes, and Zhao Lanxiang cannot associate him to danger.

When she saw him, she would think of the poem he chanted to comfort her in the afternoon. He is humble and tolerant, more like an older man, pursuing her with endless patience and tenderness.

Unhurried, patient, and warm like a drizzle in March, wetting the street.

Zhao Lanxiang's indifferent look lightened slightly, and her voice became calm for a long time. She said, "I'm sorry."

He Songbai watched her face with a slight smile.

"I just want to be nice to you, not to ask for anything from you. If you think I am good, then stay with me. If you think I'm bad, it is okay if you ignore me or even get angry with me, just... I hope you can consider me."

All the good talk and bad talk made Zhao Lanxiang felt confused and unsure.

She returned the flowers to his hands in full and shook her head.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "You are a good person, but I will not get married again. You can find a better person."

Unexpectedly, He Songbai, who was issued a "Good Man Card," smiled dumbly. He walked forward with long legs, followed her, and said firmly and confidently, "What's the use of a better person? The person I like is you."

He Songbai sent her to the downstairs of her unit. His voice was a little low because of the cold wind at night, like the gurgling water after the spring but the ice melted unexpectedly warm.

"If I can meet you earlier in this life, I will definitely cherish you and be a hundred times better than Jiang Jianjun. I will not let you sad and suffer. Whatever you like to do, I will make money to support the family. I will do all the housework, and you never have to worry about it. You just need to look at me and talk with me. I will respect your choice. If you like flower arrangements, you like design, like cooking and eating, I will try my best to support your interest. I will listen to you at home, and we will discuss together about the outside. Now I am still in my prime and still have some strength. After a few years of company management, we can go on a tour together after retirement and see the world."