Chapter 986 Jing’s Father’s Love Rival (8)

Xia Muxue just stopped what she was doing. In the past, she might have thought Fu Hai was bold and informal, but she didn't know if she got used to Jing Hongyuan's elegance. Fu Hai's every move seemed unusually vulgar in her eyes.

It turns out that people really do change. How could she stick to her past for a so-called promise and search for it for twenty years?

This behavior...

It seems so ridiculous now, maybe it is also a joke in itself.

For a moment, everyone fell silent and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Fu Hai cleared his throat and asked, "Muxue, are you still willing to marry me?"

The woman in front of him was completely different from the woman in his memory. No matter how elegant that woman was in the past, she would always look at him with a little admiration and a little bit of admiration in her eyes. That look in her eyes made him Strong self-esteem is inflated.

Things are different now. Although I have been ignorant of the world for more than 20 years and have been obsessed with art and devoted myself to all kinds of street art, I have always come into contact with all kinds of people.

He couldn't fail to understand the alienation and indifference in her eyes, as well as her originally calm temperament, which had become much calmer under the baptism of time.

Now, he wasn't sure, and he didn't know if the old alliance was worthless in front of that elegant man just now.

But he still chose to ask again, because this was the belief he had persisted in for more than 20 years, and he still thought that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Xia Muxue did not answer his question directly, but asked instead, "Senior brother, what do you think is different about me now and before?"

"You have matured, become calm, and distanced yourself from me."

Fu Hai blurted out the answer without thinking.

Xia Muxue gracefully took the cup from the coffee table, took a sip of tea and then put it down, frowning. It seemed that the tea was not as good as Shuangshuang's father's.

"But I feel that my senior brother has not changed much. He still loves art and is keen on painting."

Xia Muxue paused and then asked, "What kind of life do you plan to lead, senior brother? Or will you be a wanderer? Performing arts?"

Fu Hai puffed up his chest, with a face full of ambition and pride. He was over fifty, but not inferior to the young people in their early twenties. He said proudly, "Of course, yes, that is my lifelong career. Didn't you also want to follow me?" Do I live such a life? If it weren't for your obstruction, Mr. Xia, you and I should be a proud pair of mandarin ducks now."

Fu Hai said it with certainty, and it seemed to be true.

"Senior brother, the two questions I asked you actually illustrate one problem. We are no longer suitable. Our outlook on life and values ​​are different..."

"Muxue..."

"Brother, please listen to me first. When you left, I complained about you. Of course, I also complained about my father. But then I accepted my father's arrangement, married Hongyuan, and gave birth to a child. I am a daughter. I have been raising a child for seven years, and I feel guilty. I feel very guilty for you. I feel that what I have betrayed is not only our love, but also our original dream, wandering on top of the world with our talents. Dream. So, just like you said, I abandoned my husband and son and searched for your footprints all over the world. This journey lasted twenty years. "

Xia Muxue paused for a moment, took a sip of the tea that she was not very satisfied with, then put it down, and continued, "I traveled all over the world alone, pursuing my dream in the world's top art capital. At the beginning of the year, I Finally met you on the streets of Barcelona..."