Chapter 999 Dream Butterfly Dream

She slowly sat down opposite him.

The girl back then has turned into an old lady with silver hair all over her head. Her lips are no longer as smooth as petals, and her charming appearance is no longer there. But this does not hinder her current beauty, which is a kind of tranquility and calmness born from the long years of nourishment, which is more rare than natural beauty.

There are thousands of old ladies in the world, but she is still the most beautiful one.

Pei Ziheng looked at her, slightly absent-minded. It was obvious that Li Lei was very kind to her, he didn't let her do any heavy work, and she didn't suffer any injustice. He was a little relieved, but also a little unwilling. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and the taste was unpredictable.

The servant came up and asked her what she wanted to drink.

She said: "Rose tea, thank you."

He said warmly: "After so many years, your taste has not changed." He doesn't drink coffee and alcohol, and likes light warm water and flower and fruit tea. It is very nourishing. He thinks she will probably live a long time.

She just smiled and said, "When I have been free these years, I will pick flowers and brew them myself." The children have grown up and each has their own life. After she has retired, tending to flowers and plants has become a way to pass her leisure time. Great hobby. After a pause, she said, "If you like it, I can send you some when I get home."

He said yes softly.

The two people who hadn't seen each other for many years had clearly left such profound traces in each other's lives, but when they actually faced each other, it seemed like they had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, she was the first to break the silence: "Why are you still living here? The old house is not good for your health. You should move to a more suitable place."

"I like it here," he said.

When he said this, his voice was low and he looked at her with deep and gentle eyes.

She lowered her head slightly.

She knew in her heart why he liked this place, because this house was decorated and designed by her herself. It had gone through so many ups and downs and carried so many memories between the two of them.

"Pei Ziheng." She called his name softly, her voice no longer as clear and gentle as when she was young, but it had a different kind of hoarse and charming charm. The words came out softly on the tip of the tongue, like a sigh.

What else could she say?

Decades have passed in his life, and he is still chasing the phantom of the good old days, immersed in old dreams for his whole life. Does she still expect him to wake up at this time? My heart is sour and sad. The older a person gets, the more he understands the preciousness of family and heirs. But he is so high up there but he is alone. At the age of 92, he has nothing.

Would he be much happier in his life without her?

She picked up the rose tea brought by the servant and took a sip gently, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

He looked at her tenderly, as if he didn't think as much as she did, and he wasn't as sentimental. "Does the rose tea still taste good?" he asked her. "There are always things you like at home. Every once in a while, the servants will throw away the expired ones and replace them with new ones."

Her nose was sore.

It's so embarrassing. How old are you? How can you cry when you are a guest at someone else's house?

She held back her sorrow and chatted with him, talking about a lot of common things, such as the weather, diet, and how her litter of cats grew up and found their own cats...

It seemed like they talked a lot, but they didn't seem to talk about anything at all.

He was partially paralyzed and could not sit for a long time. He drove her away without leaving her for dinner: "It's getting late. You should go back early. Don't keep the family waiting."

She was startled: "I live abroad, and there are no planes at this time."

He said: "Then I'll ask someone to find a room for you, and I won't send you back when you go back tomorrow."

She didn't expect his attitude to be so firm. It's so strange. He was the one who asked her to come here. Why did he rush to chase her away after a short chat? "Pei Ziheng..." Her voice was soft and she didn't know what to say.

Pei Ziheng smiled at her: "Go back, my little girl."

She was obviously an old lady with silver hair, but in his eyes, she was always the most beautiful scenery. He watched her get up, and staggered out of the tea room with the help of the servants. Suddenly, she was covered in cold sweat, unable to hold on any longer, and fell headfirst on the sofa cushions.

Why didn't he want to keep her a little longer?

Why don't you want to chat and spend time with her over tea?

However, he couldn't, his body had stretched to the limit, and his straight waist couldn't hold it any longer. He didn't want her to see the slightest bit of oldness and sickness in him, not at all. He is so strong, even when the fire of life is faltering, he still has to maintain an invincible posture in front of the woman he loves deeply.

She was the little girl he remembered.

And he, I wish he could always be a strong and reliable mountain in her heart.

The servant walked into the tea room and saw him hunched over on the sofa. He was shocked and put him back on the bed in the bedroom, and invited a doctor to treat him. The doctor looked solemn and put down the stethoscope: "Pei Dong, you are too brave. This time you insist on sitting on the sofa and drinking tea like a normal person, which has exhausted your physical strength. You will need to stay in bed for the next few days. You can't go anywhere. Go, you know?”

He didn't care what the doctor said at all, waved his hand, and let them out like flying flies.

After all, the doctor didn't dare to disobey his order, bowed slightly, and backed away.

Pei Ziheng was lying on the bed, looking out the window, feeling empty in his heart, as if a big piece had been dug out by someone. He wanted to raise his hand, but he didn't have any strength, so he had to bend his fingers with great effort, so that the old and rough fingertips were against the palm. ——When he handed Xia Ling the teaspoon just now, his fingertips touched her hand inadvertently.

What a beautiful and tender touch.

How nostalgic.

He knew that this meeting might be the last time the two of them would meet in this life. After all, he would get nothing and could not retain anything, not even the little bit of body temperature with the faint fragrance on his fingertips. Gradually drift away.

Pei Ziheng slowly closed his eyes.

At night, he had a long dream.

I dreamed that when I was young, I met her for the first time. Under the bright iris flowers, he stretched out his hand to that incredibly beautiful girl - Xiao Ling, let's go, I will take you home.

He dreamed of their home at that time.

When he took her home for the first time, he went back to his usual residence when he was young - the best house in the Pei family's ancestral complex. It was inherited by the direct lineage of the eldest family and was specially used for the residence of successive families.

He held her hand and walked in under the respectful welcome of the servants.

When she first arrived, the little girl in the palm of her hand was a little timid. She looked around carefully and saw so many elegant decorations and respectful servants. She didn't even know where to put her hands and feet, so she quietly walked towards him. Get closer.

"Mother Zhou, this is Xia Ling," he introduced her to the servant. "Clean up a room for her. She will stay here for a long time in the future. Please follow the standards of Miss Pei's family."

Zhou's mother glanced at her in surprise, responded, raised her head and said to Pei Ziheng, "Sir, Miss Jingyu is here and is waiting for you in the small lounge on the second floor."