Chapter 1208: Three years of life and death

The servant said again: "He said his name is Meng Nan. Master, don't you recognize him?"

Of course, Hu Changlin recognized Meng Nan, so he immediately said: "Let him come, please."

After the servant went to invite people, Hu Changlin suddenly came back to his senses: "What is Meng Nan doing here? He has never been here before. Is it because of Bai Zhi?"

He suddenly regretted it. He should have asked Bai Zhi first, but he already let people in, it would be hard to throw people out again.

Meng Nan came quickly, obviously, he was in a hurry.

"Uncle Hu, how are you doing these days?" Meng Nan cupped his hands to Hu Changlin.

Hu Changlin waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, why are you here today? What's the matter?" He was worried. It was not a day or two that this guy likes Bai Zhi. Everyone knows this. But now that he was married, why was he still staring at Bai Zhi?

Meng Nan also didn't turn around the bush, there was no need to make detours.

"I saw Bai Zhi's carriage coming here on the street, so I followed her. Is she here now?" Meng Nan craned his neck to look inside as he spoke.

Hu Changlin smiled dryly: "So that's how it is, you sit down first, and I'll send someone to invite her."

The servant passed the words to Bai Zhi, but before Bai Zhi could open her mouth, Zhao Lan took the lead and said: "Don't see him again, the whole capital city knows about his quarrel with his wife. Some people say behind your back that it's your fault. If you see him now, and the news spread out, who knows what will happen."

But Bai Zhi said: "I don't care what other people say. Meng Nan is my friend. It's my freedom to meet and talk with my friends. No one can control me." After speaking, she stood up.

She and Meng Nan had been through thick and thin together. To save her, Meng Nan was even bitten by a tiger. She never forgot this kindness.

Seeing that she didn't listen, Zhao Lan had no choice but to accompany her to the front hall.

Meng Nan's neck almost stretched like a giraffe, with an anxious expression on his face, he couldn't wait for a moment.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he immediately got up and looked at the empty hall door eagerly.

The ones who came in first were Zhao Lan and her maid.

His gaze quickly passed Zhao Lan and looked behind her. A girl's beautiful face just fell into his eyes, and their eyes met. One seemed to be stunned, and the other had a sweet smile.

"Meng Nan, it's been a long time!" She followed behind Zhao Lan and looked up at Meng Nan who was stunned.

Meng Nan came back to his senses, but his eyes moisten unconsciously.

Three years of life and death, without ever forgetting.

Thousands of miles away, there was no place to talk about desolation.

He thought that there would be no chance to see each other again in this life.

He thought that she had already died in Jiangbei.

A few months ago, he got the news that she was not dead, that she came back.

But no matter how much he inquired, he couldn't find any news about her.

He thought it was misinformation, but he didn’t expect——

"Zhi'er, you're still alive, you're still alive—" Before his words fell, his tears flowed a thousand lines.

In his blurred vision, her figure gradually blurred, so he quickly wiped away his tears, so that her image was imprinted in his eyes.

Bai Zhi was about to take out her handkerchief, but Xiao Qing behind her hurriedly took out her own and handed it to Meng Nan: "Young Master Meng, wipe it off."

How can Miss Bai's handkerchief be used by other men casually? When her young master hasn't used it.

Meng Nan didn't pick up Xiao Qing's handkerchief, he looked at Bai Zhi and asked: "Where have you been these past few years? Why is there no news at all?"

Bai Zhi asked him to sit down, waited for the maid to serve the tea, and then said: "That day, Xiao Qing and I boarded a small boat. It was windy and rainy. The surroundings were dark, and we were swept into the sea for some reason."

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