The sky-high price of pet marriage: the rich and the little sweetheart

Ye Yiren bought cat food and was about to go back to the hotel. In an alley not far away, he met a foreign old man with some white hair. He was looking for something. The old man looked about fifty or sixty. It was a little far away from Ye Yiren, and Ye Yiren couldn't see the old man's expression clearly, but she somehow felt that the old man was in a hurry.

Pausing, Ye Yiren didn't know why the old man felt this way, she shook her head and smiled, thinking that she had been with the snacks for a long time, so her brain was not working.

Glancing at the old man, he continued to walk forward. Suddenly, the old man saw her and immediately called her to stop, "Stop".

Hearing the old man's voice, Ye Yiren turned her head, and saw the old man looking at her with hale eyes. Looking at the old man, Ye Yiren looked at the empty people on the left and right, and finally frowned suspiciously, and stretched out his index finger to point himself, asking, "Are you calling me, please?".

The old man looked at Ye Yiren and nodded, "Yes, it's you."

Listening to the old man's words, Ye Yiren frowned. She looked at the old man and asked, "May I ask what you want from me?".

Taking Ye Yiren's words into his ears, the old man said, "My beloved people and things are gone, you walk with me, or I will feel sad."

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Yiren's eyes widened in surprise. He never expected that the other party would make such a request. Looking at the old man, Ye Yiren smiled, and looked suspiciously at whether the old man was talking to the old man. She was joking, but after Ye Yiren looked at her for a long time, she realized that the old man didn't seem to be joking with her, because the old man looked at her very seriously.

After a long time, Ye Yiren looked at the old man and refused to speak, "I'm sorry, I want your help, I can't help, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Ye Yiren didn't know the other party's identity, so she wouldn't go with a stranger, even though the other party was old, not to mention she had to go back to feed the snacks.

Hearing the refusal in Ye Yiren's words, the old man shook his head, and in the end he didn't say anything more. He just turned around slowly and walked towards the wheelchair not far away.

Ye Yiren frowned when she saw the old man walking forward tremblingly. She felt inexplicably that the old man was lonely again. Just now she felt that the old man was in a hurry, but this time, she The old man feels lonely.

Shaking her head, Ye Yiren didn't know what was wrong with her, she would feel that she could feel the feeling of a stranger over and over again.

Looking at the back of the old man, Ye Yiren waved away the inexplicable thoughts that popped up in her mind. It is ridiculous that she would have such thoughts even when she had just met someone she did not know.

Smiling, Ye Yiren was about to turn around and go back to the hotel.

Before I turned around, I heard the old man muttering, "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

Hearing the old man recite Wang Wei's lovesickness, Ye Yiren's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't expect that there would be someone who liked Wang Wei abroad and could read these lines of poems in Chinese so clearly. Ye Yiren was surprised.

Seeing the old man slowly preparing to leave with his wheelchair, Ye Yiren stared at the lonely figure and asked softly, "Do you like Wang Wei?".

Realizing that Ye Yiren might be asking himself, the old man turned his head and looked at Ye Yiren. His expression was a little dull, as if it was Ye Yiren's problem, as if he had been stabbed. Some feelings of longing emerged, and finally, it turned into the color of pain.

Seeing that the old man's face changed again and again because of her problem, Ye Yiren's brows were filled with doubts. She didn't understand whether her problem hurt the old man somewhere.

In the end, the old man looked at Ye Yiren and shook his head, and was silent for a long time. Just when Ye Yiren thought the old man would not answer, the old man said, "I don't like him, but my wife likes him very much."

He doesn't like Wang Wei, just because his wife once liked Wang Wei.

Ye Yiren just nodded and didn't answer the words.

Seeing that Ye Yiren didn't answer, the old man seemed a little sad. He looked at Ye Yiren and said again, "Today is my wife's death day. She left me for a year. I am in a bad mood today, so I came out for a walk , She likes Wang Wei's poems very much, and also likes me to read Wang Wei's poems, and among all Wang Wei's poems, I like this lovesickness the most, because there is a strong lovesickness in his words."

Ye Yiren nodded slightly, looking at the old man's hale eyes, and asked softly, "Do you feel sad because your wife left you?".

Looking at Ye Yiren, the old man nodded. After a while, the old man observed Ye Yiren's appearance carefully, and finally said with a soft smile, "I miss my wife very much. She has a beautiful face just like you. Black hair, black eyes, yellow skin".

Ye Yiren nodded with a smile on his lips, it seems that the other party's wife is Asian.

"However, my wife is more beautiful than you. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." Looking at Ye Yiren, the old man's eyes were full of affirmation.

His wife is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life, no other woman can compare to his wife.

Ye Yiren listened quietly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she knew that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, "Is your wife also Chinese?".

The old man nodded and said, "Well, yes, she is Chinese, a handsome woman from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. She can play the zither, calligraphy and painting. I think she is a very beautiful woman."

His wife is a gentle Jiangnan woman, handsome and soft, always in that unearthly appearance, and also his favorite angel.

Hearing his wife introduced by the old man in this way, Ye Yiren could imagine that the old man's wife must be a very gentle woman, maybe like Tang Qianling, gentle as water, with a charming temperament, which makes people look like her at first glance. I feel so comfortable, that's why the old man never forgets his wife so much.

Looking at the old man, Ye Yiren said affirmatively, "You and your wife have a very good relationship."

Although Ye Yiren has never met the old man's wife, nor the way the old man gets along with his wife, she is inexplicably sure that the relationship between the old man and his wife must be very good, because she can see from the old man's eyes. Express the old man's longing for his wife.

Glancing at Ye Yiren, the old man smiled and finally nodded, "Yes, our relationship is very good, and I love her very much, very much."