A drizzle of rain and winds from the west coast made it a particularly chilly day in November.
Liang Yin didn't seem to feel the cold, and only looked at the lawn in front of him with an umbrella, making a final goodbye.
There was no initial sadness in her eyes, just a little calmer.
The lawn was turned over and overlaid, and stones were piled up, and her companion was buried, a dog named Victor, who had been with her for thirteen years.
The phone still hasn't replied, and the most recent one in the text message dialog is still stuck yesterday.
Victor is dead.
Again Mingzhen, Victor doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore.
Mingzhen, Zhong Mingzhen, the head of the Zhong Group, her husband, the person she has loved for thirteen years.
The wind blew his hair, and Liang Yin's eyes were a little confused.
That year, she came to Zhong's house with her grandmother, and was sitting on the sofa talking to the old lady of the Zhong family, when she heard the car ringing outside the door, raised her head, and saw Zhong Mingzhen getting off the car.
He was in his twenties, his usual coldness, and his white shirt glistened in the summer sun.
The old lady of the Zhong family said that this was her grandson, she stood up and smiled politely, he glanced at her, did not see any expression, just nodded, and said goodbye and went upstairs.
He rushed back from school to pick up what had been left at home.
Innate detachment.
When I saw him again, it was two months later, it was the day of her summer vacation, and she was originally going to pick up someone from the Shen family, but the last thing she saw was Zhong Mingzhen.
She got into the car without knowing it, and he turned his head and said, Your aunt and grandmother have entered the intensive care unit, and your grandmother has rushed over, and I will take you home.
Not a word of nonsense.
In a hurry, my grandmother forgot to tell her.
At that time, my grandmother was in the Zhong family, and the old lady of the Zhong family said, you go first, Yinyin, I will ask Mingzhen to pick you up.
She lowered her head as she listened, unable to tell what it was like.
I overheard a whimper, and when I turned around, I saw a cage in the back seat, and a small milk dog was lying on its stomach in the cage.
She didn't know what kind of dog it was.
He said it was a border herd.
There is no intention to continue the topic.
He took her to Zhong's house that day, and she lived in Zhong's house for a while.
My aunt's time was short, and as the only living relative of my grandmother, she stayed by her side.
The Shen family was gone, and the old lady of the Zhong family was afraid that she would be inconvenienced by herself, so she insisted on leaving her in the Zhong family.
She wanted to go back to the Shen family and live alone, and there was nothing wrong with her.
But Mrs.
Zhong was not at ease, so she just forced her to stay.
Grandma and the old lady of the Zhong family are close friends in the boudoir, a lifelong friendship, she moved to her grandmother's house for a few months, and she has long been regarded as her own junior by Mrs.
Zhong.
She lived in Zhong's house and also had an intersection with Zhong Mingzhen, but she rarely spoke and rarely met.
Zhong Mingzhen is an unsmiling person, and he is also very busy, he has studies to complete, many friends around him, and a huge family business to inherit.
She didn't care, she just reviewed her homework in the morning, learned to dance in the afternoon, and accompanied Mrs.
Zhong to eat three meals a day, busy with her own busyness.
Occasionally, I take care of the little milk dog named Victor.
Mrs.
Zhong asked, what is the name of this puppy.
Zhong Mingzhen said, Victor.
Without hesitation, it was like a name that had been thought of early in the morning.
She looked up the name, and Victor means victor, meaning integrity, honesty, and fickleness.
Just like everyone else.
He won this little border herd by betting with a friend, and it is not clear whether he likes it or not, and he is occasionally seen teasing it, and more often than not, giving it to others.
She often accompanies the dog, feeds it, bathes it, takes it for a walk, and lets it develop good habits.
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At first, it wasn't too much liking, but based on a kind of dependence, the huge Zhong family, she was the one who lived in the house, but after raising it, she was reluctant.
Zhong Mingzhen left home half a month early to go to school, and Mrs.
Zhong asked him if Victor would take it with him, and he said that he would take it away.
At that time, she was a little regretful, but who knew that on the day he left, when she fed Victor cookies to say goodbye, Zhong Mingzhen's voice suddenly came from behind her: "If you like it, I will give it to you." ” When she turned around, she saw Zhong Mingzhen looking at her condescendingly, his eyes were faint, and his expression was calm and unwavering.
Since then, she has been taking care of Victor, from her middle school, to university, to her first foray into the film and television industry, to her resignation from the film and television industry, to marrying Zhong Mingzhen Until now.
After that, he also completely carved the original vague mark on her heart, she liked him, from the first sight, he was hesitant at first, and now he is unswerving.
She seemed to see in his eyes that he saw her reluctance, and then fulfilled her reluctance.
Then, it was a full thirteen years, waiting silently, without regrets.
No one would have thought that Liang Yin, the actress who seemed to keep a distance from everyone in the past, would like someone like this way, purely and recklessly.
She was fifteen years old at the time, and she seemed young, but she took everything to heart.
She really likes him, for thirteen years, never told anyone, but she always adheres to it, deeply and soberly understands.
All the efforts are willing, even if she waited by his side in obscurity for so many years at the beginning, even if she gave up all her glory for him and lived overseas for him when she was at the height of her limelight, even if she married him and no one knew about it except for her best friends, relatives and friends, to this day, she has no regrets.
But there are no regrets, and that's the end of it.
The wind kept blowing along with the damp rain, and the photo in the phone was particularly distinct.
On the hotel's large soft bed, a man fell asleep on his side, his naked upper body half-covered by a fluffy quilt.
Although there is only half of the side face, Liang Yin still recognizes it at a glance, the man in the photo is Zhong Mingzhen, and her side face has been described countless times in her heart.
And behind the man, there is another woman, leaning on the man's shoulder, facing the camera, slightly raising her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth raised, with a hint of pride and a hint of innocence.
The exposed round shoulders are also insignificant.
She also only showed half of her face, but she recognized her at a sight.
Qiao Shan, Zhong Mingzhen's cinnabar mole, Zhong Mingzhen's white moonlight.
As early as a long time ago, she knew about Qiao Shan, Zhong Mingzhen liked her for many years.
He once proposed to her, but Qiao Shan never agreed.
Liang Yin has seen Qiao Shan, beautiful, warm, like a flower blooming wantonly.
She has many suitors around her, and Zhong Mingzhen is the one she likes, but not the only one.
Five years ago, Zhong Mingzhen said that I was waiting for you at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and if you come, we will register.
Qiao Shan did not come that day, but stepped on a plane to the South Pole with another man.
Choosing one of the two, Qiao Shan made a choice.
This world is like this, you like him, but he doesn't like you.
Half a year later, Zhong Mingzhen married himself.
Liang Yin remembered Zhong Mingzhen's appearance when he got married, but he was still faint, and he didn't see joy or sorrow.
But the lack of joy and sorrow is the best explanation.
She knew that Zhong Mingzhen had never liked her.
Qiao Shan is unwilling to marry him, so he can marry anyone.
In the past few years of marriage, she also knew that Zhong Mingzhen had never forgotten her, although he never explained it or revealed it, but that feeling always existed.
She has never been picky, she has waited for so many years, and she is willing to wait any longer, as long as this result can come, she will be willing.
She thought that a person's heart could always be warm, but in the end, she was still disappointed.
Married for nearly five years, she and he live abroad, and he flies all over the world, gathering less and leaving more.
She was always accompanied by the dog named Victor and the luxurious estate worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
And around him, there are always scandals.
She didn't take it seriously, but her heart was a little cold, until in the end, she finally felt hopeless.
She didn't know what Qiao Shan had sent her such a picture for, but it had come to an end.
She was willing to believe that Zhong Mingzhen would not let a woman get close to her casually, but she had never had this confidence in Qiao Shan.
And this photo was posted early yesterday morning.
At that time, Victor finally reached the last moment of his life.
As a frontier herd, it was old enough, from a small frontier to an old frontier herding, and finally it could no longer hold on.
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It nests quietly in the corner, not moving, just looking at you sadly with half-crossed eyes, as if to say goodbye to you.
At first, she didn't realize it, but when she realized it, tears raged.
She called Zhong Mingzhen, but he didn't answer, she texted him, and he didn't reply.
She wanted to tell him that the border herd he had sent her was dying, and that the dog named Victor was leaving her, the dog that belonged to them, and had witnessed them for so many years.
She wanted him to come back, to come back and see it off with her.
But Zhong Mingzhen never heard back.
So she cried and cried, and the last breath of relief in her heart was relieved.
She knew they were together, and she wanted him back, that is, knowing that they were together.
The hand holding the umbrella was already cold, Liang Yin finally felt the cold, she lowered her head, was silent for a long time, and finally typed a few words on her mobile phone.
Zhong Mingzhen, let's get a divorce.
Victor, who had been with her for thirteen years, died, and now, the relationship she cherished and had been looking forward to for thirteen years is over.
The wind and rain were still blowing, and she looked up to see that the West Coast was still beautiful, but suddenly she was homesick.
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