Chapter 341: Snow Covers the Long Street

The scene freezes in an instant.
"Yaoyao," Song Anya stares at the display window, and her lips curve into a smile. "I've sent him countless messages in the past half month, but he hasn't replied to a single one. I even went to his company downstairs, and he purposely avoided me."
"Actually, I should have figured it out earlier."
"No one will stay in one place waiting forever, even saints have moments of despair."
"Six years have passed."
"During this long period of time, they had no interaction at all. Fu An Nian deliberately blocked all news, and she had no idea how he was doing."
Just vaguely felt that something had changed.
And what has changed...
Not just time, but his love.
"Yaya..."
Xing Yao stood behind her, his eyes paused for half a second, and suddenly he subconsciously walked into the store, "I'm going to ask right now. I just don't believe it. What makes him think he can..."
"Xing Yao."
A woman's voice behind her carried a low reproach, along with a grip on her wrist, "He doesn't want to see me, even if you go, it won't make a difference."
After a pause, "Let's go back."
Her brows furrowed, "But..."
"Anan wants to eat steamed dumplings upstairs, right?" Song Anya immediately pulled her back, holding Anan's hand next to her, "If we don't go now, we won't be able to buy them later."
Xing Yao had no choice but to follow along.
There weren't many people dining at this hour. When the dishes were served, Xing Yao would occasionally look outside, afraid to see the two figures that should not have been seen again.
Song Anya glanced at her and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
"You're not happy," she put down her chopsticks directly, "I don't have much appetite."
Song Anya instinctively picked up a piece of shumai and put it on her plate, "I'm not unhappy," she smiled, her chopstick-hand slightly paused, "I just feel like I've been waiting all this time, and it's really boring."
It seems...
Most of her life was spent waiting.
But now, after all these years, seeing that scene just now feels like something important has been lost from her life.
Xing Yao hesitated for a moment, "Yaya, if he gets married..."
"What...would you do?"
"I don't know." Song Anya lowered her eyelids, her voice gentle and without waves, "Let's take one step at a time."
Xing Yao saw through her thoughts at a glance.
Incredibly, her eyes widened: "Are you... actually wanting to see him marry someone else?"
"If he wants to marry, why can't I watch?"
Song Anya raised her gaze and stared at her, "There needs to be an explanation between us, even if it's just me wishful thinking, there is still room for resolution."
"It's just a wedding, it's no different from usual for me."
It can't get any worse.
Xing Yao frowned, "Yaya..."
"Let's eat."
Song Anya calmly held the chopsticks and picked up the food gracefully. Her lowered eyelids seemed no different from usual, but the atmosphere in the air felt even more tense.
An'an also noticed.
"Mom," the little girl tugged at Song Anya's sleeve, "are you unhappy?"
Song Anya smiled instinctively and said, "No, I'm not."
"But I know that Mommy is not happy," the little girl hesitated slightly, "because Uncle Pei is getting married."
Song Anya's pupils contracted sharply, "Who told you?"
"I discovered it myself."
The expression on the little girl's face seemed sorrowful. "If Uncle Pei gets married, I can't be with him as often anymore."
"Mom, why don't we go find Uncle Pei and ask him not to get married?"
Shong Anya didn't understand why Xiao Nian'an had such strong feelings for Young Master Pei in such a short period of time, although the possibility of a blood relationship couldn't be ruled out.
She touched Xiao Nian'an's head and hesitated for several seconds before nodding.
"Okay."
Stars instantly lit up in Xiao Nian'an's eyes.
By the time they finished eating, the sky had just begun to darken, and the snowscape was mixed with a halo.
Song Anya lifted Xiao Nian'an directly into the car, turned around and glanced at Xing Yao, "I'm going to Nanwan later. You take An An back and rest early. If you have anything, I'll call you."
Xing Yao was a little worried, "I'll go with you."
"I'm not comfortable leaving An An alone," Song Anya glanced at An An in the car, "You take her back first, I'll be back soon."
Xing Yao hesitated for a moment, "Then..."
"Stay safe."
Song Anya nodded, "Mhmm."
Xiao Nian An eagerly stuck her head out of the window, "Mom, are you going to find Uncle Pei and ask him not to get married?"
Song Anya paused for a moment, but still kissed the little girl's cheek.
"Understood."
Sometimes, you have to say that blood ties are really strange. It's clearly the little girl's face, but Song Anya can still see the shadow of Pei Shaoan.
But every time I see it, I always get lost in thought.
The ink-colored sky is filled with falling snowflakes, and the temperature in the air becomes particularly cold, with even our words carrying warmth.
Song Anya hailed a car and went straight to Nanwan.
During this period, she had actually been here before, but the security guard at the entrance said that Pei Shao'an had been staying at an apartment near the company and had not returned.
南湾门口干枯的花枝早就已经被大雪覆盖。
宋安雅穿了件白色的羽绒服和雪地靴，几乎要和大雪淹没在一起。
保安看到她，下意识的就打开了门，“傅小姐，您怎么过来了？”
She pursed her lips and asked, "Is Pei Shaoan inside?"
The security guard wasn't planning on opening the door, but considering that the boss hadn't specifically instructed against letting anyone in during this period, he decided to let the person in.
……
Pei Shao'an originally didn’t want to go back to Nanwan, but happened to see a familiar figure through the rearview mirror when he got in the car.
Ye Xiao also looked over and unconsciously raised an eyebrow, "Oh, the former Mrs. Pei?"
He frowned and averted his gaze.
"Drive."
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and quickly started the vehicle.
Ye Xiao casually played with her hair with a disapproving expression on her face. She casually said, "Actually, she was just outside the bridal shop earlier, but she seemed a little unhappy."
The man remained silent.
She suddenly became interested and said, "Mr. Pei."
Mr. Pei's brow furrowed slightly as he said, "I will have the driver take you back later, I have something to attend to."
Yexiao shrugged and said, "Don't be like this, seriously, if you still love her, we can simply cancel the wedding, or even replace the bride at the wedding ceremony. That way, it would also be a blessing for a beautiful marriage."
"Shouldn't we consider it?"
Pei Shao'an then shifted his gaze to her face and spoke after a while, "If I were to switch brides at the wedding, do you think you could sit here unharmed?"
"That's not necessarily true."
Ye Xiao blinked and said, "Rekindling an old flame with an ex-lover is much more satisfying than a relationship based on interests, isn't it?"
Peter Shao narrowed his eyes and sneered, "As long as you understand that in your heart."
Ye Xiaoyi was stunned in an instant.
The driver ended up taking the person back to Ye's house. He Chen, who left midway to pick up Pei Shaoan, returned to the apartment. However, the man in the passenger seat spoke directly, "Go to Nanwan."
He Chen looked at him subconsciously, "Haven't you been gone for over a month?"
"Understood."
The man's voice remained unchanged, "There are some things I need to go get."
He Chen asked, "What things?"
Pei Shao'an did not respond, but his gaze fell on the heavy snow falling outside. It wasn't until the vehicle started moving that he finally closed his eyes slightly.
"It's not important," he said.
He Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he was talking about.
It was nothing more than the woman's things.
It had been a long time since he had been here, but the servants cleaned every day and everything remained in its original place. Pei Shaoan entered the house, changed his shoes, and then went to the study.
In the bookshelf, a whole row of books, only one book is pushed into the corner.
He pulled it out, and a card fell out.
It was a poem by Borges that An-ya Song copied a long, long time ago. It was like a treasure to him, and he had always cherished it.
Now...
Heh.
After a pause, I closed the book.
In fact, in this villa, traces of six years ago can be found everywhere, even in any unintentional corner, there are memories that once belonged to the two of us.
He wanted to discard it, but he never did it in so many years.
When the doorbell rang, he had just finished showering.
Casually taking a sip of water, he pushed open the door and caught sight of the figure standing at the entrance. His pupils contracted slightly in a place unknown to others.
"What are you coming over for?"
Song Anya took off her down jacket's hat, looked up at him instinctively, and asked, "Can't I come over?"
He couldn't help but sneer and turned back to the living room, saying, "I thought I had already made my intentions very clear after these days."
Song Anya followed behind and instinctively closed the door.
"So... am I being abandoned?"
She repeated again after realizing he didn't respond, "You're planning to give up on me."
The man suddenly stopped.
"Never had it, so what's there to give up?"
When Pei Shaoan came down just now, he was only wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still slightly wet. Especially that angular face, besides being indifferent, there was more indifference.
Song Anya subconsciously licked her lips and took a step forward.
He sat on the couch and looked at her with interest, "What are you doing?"
Due to wearing a down jacket, Song Anya appeared a bit crowded in front of him, even bumping her shins on the coffee table, but still stared at him without blinking.
Ask, "Why don't you reply to my messages?"
The atmosphere became silent for two seconds.
"We broke up, understand?"
Pei Shaoan placed the cup in his hand on the nearby table and directly stood up, completely ignoring her presence.
"Are you planning to abandon me once you get tired of playing with me?"
With a sudden cold laughter, Song Anya turned around and looked at his back, "I wonder what Ye Xiaozhi would think if she knew that you have slept with me during the time you were with her?"
When she said these words, her hands at her side were already clenched so tightly that they turned pale.
Pei Shaoan turned to look at her, "Do you think I would be afraid of these?"
She shook her head, "No, you're not afraid,"
"But someone is afraid."
There's nothing else she can do, but she can still achieve mutually assured destruction.
Pei Shaoan stared at those clear black and white eyes, suddenly curved his lips as if in deep thought, "Where did you learn this tactic of causing a thousand losses to injure yourself eight hundred?"
Song Anya pursed her lips and remained silent.
"If you have something to say, just say it," he withdrew his gaze, his voice becoming extremely nonchalant, "Do you need me to personally escort you to the door?"
How many foul words and abusive language, no longer countable.
Song Anya even thought at one point that these were her own retribution, but every time these words came out of his mouth, she couldn't remain indifferent.
He is going to get married.
It is the only thought in her mind right now.
The men nearby have already decided to go upstairs, but when they reached the stairs, they stopped and turned back to where she was.
“雅雅，我不想跟你玩了。”
他淡淡睨着她，“你就算是不甘心也好，处心积虑想要回到从前也罢，都跟我没有任何关系了，你现在就算是告诉我你得了癌症，婚礼的时间也不会有任何改变。”
"Come, send off the guest."
He took a small step back, with a coldness in the contour of his jaw.
Naturally, the security guard outside heard.
Respectfully, he walked up to Song Anya, maintaining his politeness, and made a gesture of invitation towards the door, "Miss Fu."
Song Anya stood still, stubbornly looking at the man at the staircase.
"Pei Shaoyan."
She closed her eyes, not knowing how much courage it took to clearly say her words, "Did you ever think about continuing with me when you came back this time?"
She actually asked before.
But there was always hope.
The man's footsteps didn't stop, and his tall figure continued to ascend the stairs slowly and calmly.
"I just need one word from you." At this moment, Song Anya's voice was already tense, even trembling a bit. "Is it so difficult to answer this question?"
Pei Shao'an frowned directly.
"Escort the guest."
The security guard looked at this scene, and immediately gestured to Song Anya again, but after discovering that the woman still had no response, he simply decided to pull her out directly.
"Pei Shao'an!"
Song Anya shouted these three words almost at the top of her lungs.
"Yes."
空荡的别墅里轻描淡写的飘来了男人的声音，连带着那双眸极近戏谑的落在了她的脸上，“我说是，你满意了吗？”
她整个人一下子就怔住。
“你以为所有的一切还跟六年前一样吗？别傻了。”
男人的嗓音轻飘飘的，像是在下着最后的通牒，“你现在就算是告诉我你有苦衷，甚至于你都可以说当年的事情都是逼不得已，对于我来说都已经没有任何意义了。”
他收回了所有的视线，也收回了所有的情绪。
“以后不要再出现在这里了，这是第一次也是最后一次警告。”
裴少安这次再也没有停下脚步，直接上了楼。
保安还是忍不住的提醒道：“傅小姐……”顿了顿，下意识的看了眼楼上，“您还是离开吧……”
裴少安不想见的人，那绝对是见不到的。
宋安雅最终还是被两个保安给“请”了出来，一个人站在别墅的黑色雕花大门外面，大雪几乎要将她覆盖。
差不多站了将近一个多小时之后。
门口的保安看着实在是不忍心，“傅小姐……您……要不还是离开吧，我给您打辆车，现在下着雪，止不准下山的路要封呢。”
到时候，就是真的下不去了。
宋安雅的睫毛上沾的雪花这会儿已经融化，湿答答的挂在眼睑，却仿佛察觉不到一般。
固执的重复道：“我要见他。”
保安迟疑了一下，却还是转身给里屋打了个电话，然后拧眉看着她，“佣人说先生已经睡下了，您还是快些回去吧。”
宋安雅睫毛颤了颤，有雪水滚落了下来。
她站在原地，双腿都已经发麻。
视线看着别墅二楼书房一直没有熄灭的灯光，好半晌之后，还是从兜里摸出来了一个小小的锦盒递了过去。
“可以帮我把这个东西给他吗？”
保安迟疑了一下，“这……”
她抿了抿唇，几乎是颤抖着手将东西塞到了保安手里，“算是我求求你……”
那说话的语调，都带着隐忍的哭腔。
“那……”保安终究还是答应了，“好吧。”
“帮我再给他带一句话。”
宋安雅在门口又等了将近十分钟，连带着双手都有些发红，被雪花浸湿的长发这会儿都已经有些结冰，呼吸都带着寒气。
保安回来的时候，她挪动了自己发麻的双腿。
问道：“怎么样？”
保安手里的锦盒并没有意料之中的留下，反倒是原本还温和的脸色这会儿看起来都有些暗淡无光。
“傅小姐，您还是赶快离开吧。”
她愣了一下，“怎么了？”
“先生生气了。”顿了顿，“东西我刚送进去就……被丢进垃圾桶了。”
“先生还说……”保安实在是不想将原话转述过来，但是自家boss吩咐了，他只好硬着头皮说完。
What did you say?
“说以后但凡您出现在这里，立马通知安保部门……不要什么阿猫阿狗都放进来……”后面还有更不好听的话，保安都没能说出来。
宋安雅原本扣紧的指甲，狠狠的入了掌心里。
一时间，周围好像彻底安静了下来。
她下意识的摸了摸自己的眼睑，结果摸到的却只是冰冷冷的雪水，连带着自己的指节都在细微的颤抖。
双腿已经没知觉了。
她蹲下,身，看着脚下已经淹没了半只脚的积雪，低垂着脑袋将自己蜷缩在了一起，好半晌突然勾起唇角轻笑了一声。
都说千山暮雪覆长街，可是长街虽在，却已经物是人非了。
有些爱，再怎么惊心动魄刻骨铭心，最终不还是被现实消磨的干干净净，一丁点儿曾经的痕迹都没有了。
耳边好像响起了汽车引擎的声音。
“啧啧，这是被我哥抛弃了啊，”男人的声音带着几分淡笑，连带着降下车窗看着门口几乎要变成雪人的一小团，连连摇头，“怎么可怜成这样。”
宋安雅下意识的抬头，就看到了裴少卿。
男人摘下了自己的墨镜，一只手搭在车窗上垂眸睨着她，问，“需要我送你回家吗？”
她指节不由得扣紧。
“你可以……带我去见裴少安吗？”
“我？”裴少卿挑了挑眉，“你都被赶出来了，我就算带你过去也会被再次遣送出来的，说不定到时候连我也要受牵连呢。”
那可是得不偿失呀。
他才不干。
宋安雅眼睑闪过明显的失落，连带着脸上的表情都是暗淡的。
裴少卿实在是见不得女人这幅表情。
“你别折腾了。”
“好不容易他想通了打算安安稳稳结婚，这可是多少人都眼巴巴看着的事情，”他看了眼别墅的方向，“你以后还是不要再出现了，免得尴尬。”
宋安雅没有抬眸，也没有说话。
It's as if...
静止了。
裴少卿原本都打算直接开车进去，接过不经意间抬眸的时候，才发现别墅门口的灯光下，雪好像已经停了。
“哟，雪好像停了。”
他顿时来了兴致，直接从车上下来，“来，看在今儿小爷我心情好的份上，勉为其难送你回去。”
宋安雅愣了一下，就发现了男人已经在他身侧蹲了下来。
抿了抿唇，还是摇了摇头。
“我要见裴少安。”
裴少卿，“……”
他若有所思的盯着她看了好一会儿，“认真的？”
她点头，不厌其烦的重复，“我想见他。”
这会儿饶是裴少卿也实在是没有办法，毕竟他不可能真的在这个时候把人带进去，毕竟是被他哥赶出来了。
拧了拧眉，直接就弯腰将人抱了起来。
宋安雅愣了一下，但是碍于双脚发麻，竟然出乎意料的没有挣扎。
等到被塞进了副驾驶，耳侧才响起了裴少卿的声音，“安全带系好，我送你回去。”
她睫毛颤了下。
“Isn’t there any other solution?”
What?
男人看了她一眼，直接就反应了过来，“应该是没有了吧，婚期都已经敲定了，而且对方父母也都见过了，就等着过完年初二的时候结婚了。”
话音刚落，副驾驶的女人再次静止了。
因为下了雪的原因，除了车辆碾压过雪面传来细碎的声音，周围安静的几乎掉根针在地上都可以听得见。
好半晌之后，副驾驶的女人突然出了声。
“可以帮我个忙吗？”
他挑眉，“嗯？”
“请帖。”
他愣了一下，What?
宋安雅有些呆滞的双眸落在了他的脸上，一字一顿的将刚才没有说清楚的话再次重复了一遍，“婚礼的请帖。”