After cleaning up my desk, my eyes paused when I accidentally glanced at the front page of a fashion magazine. This person is really everywhere all the time. It was a recent photo of Chu Xuan. There are indeed differences between people.

Chu Xuan, who was a man of the hour in college, has been swaying in front of the flashing camera. After so many years, he is still a figure walking in front of the spotlight. After unremitting efforts, he is still a small person and insignificant. At this moment, Lan Ke even

I wonder if they have ever crossed paths before.

The photographer's eyes are really powerful and his perspective is very unique. The photo shows off all Chu Xuan's strengths without any effort. He tilts his face slightly and smiles like Chu Xuan - cool and self-possessed, which may look like to outsiders.

It may be charming or mature and restrained, but Lang Ke feels it is unfathomable, like the initiator of original sin hovering on the tree in the Garden of Eden.

Thinking of the oolong incident a few days ago, she was still worried whether Chu Xuan or Ye Xiaolu would come and kill her, but the peaceful life these days made her laugh at herself about who she was and how she could enter.

Chu Shaofa's eyes, maybe people have forgotten something that happened, little people, the sorrow of little people, holding on to some trivial things and thinking that the whole world will be destroyed. Is this the "Death of a Clerk" written by Chekhov?

sorrow?

I have always stubbornly wanted to hate Chu Xuan and put all the blame on him, including Ning Tian's death. Maybe I would feel better if I put it on others.

I once thought that when Ning Tian left, the world would be over and everything would collapse. I thought that I would go with him, but later I realized that I didn’t have the courage to die. I only had the strength to escape, like a mouse running away, and the determination to do so.

He had the courage to escape to that strange place in the United States, but he didn't dare to face everyone related to him here.

I don’t know if my aunt will ever forgive me. In fact, after so many years, I really want to visit Ning Tian’s grave.

At that time, there were Chu Xuan who attended Ning Tian's funeral. It was impossible to ask him, and Gao Xiaojin, who she couldn't ask either. Dong Yujia is now a famous radio host. You can see her face every day when you turn on the TV.

She is more beautiful than before. She must have had a plastic surgery on her chin. She has the "awl face" that is popular among actresses in the entertainment industry nowadays. She has exaggerated curly hair and a very flamboyant smile. What does Lan Ke think of her now?

That charming hair is like the poisonous snake on Medusa's head.

It was better to keep her at arm's length. After everything had been eliminated, there was only one person left, Mrs. Zhang, an old friend of Ningyuan. Maybe she would know something about the situation.

It is not difficult to find Mrs. Zhang. Her home is near Ningyuan. Walking along the original road, it is familiar and yet strange. I have returned to this road in my dreams many times, but I can never find the door of Ningyuan.

I woke up covered in sweat and wet from fear and despair. The nightmare was truly terrifying. When I woke up, I could only sit on the edge of the bed and hug my knees.

Due to the depth of winter, the entire trail was desolate. When I saw the mahogany door, I hesitated before stepping forward and ringing the doorbell. The person who opened the door was a little girl with braids. She raised her face and asked in an extremely cute way, "Auntie."

, who are you looking for?”

Lan Ke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the words he said when he was a child when he opened the door to his mother who had returned from a long time ago: "Auntie, who are you looking for?", maybe the estrangement between mother and daughter started from that moment.

Lan Ke smiled, if Xie Shimeng were here, he would definitely pull her braids and force her to call her "sister".

"Little sister, where are your adults?" Lan Ke squatted down and looked at her levelly and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came out of the room. It was Mrs. Zhang, who was a little fatter and wearing an apron. She was probably doing housework. When she saw herself clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then she said, "Yes, Miss Lan

?”

"Miss Lan", such an unfamiliar title, Lan Ke didn't react for a moment, her heart twitched suddenly, then she paused and smiled, "Sister-in-law Zhang"

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly let her into the house, and she tidied up some more before handing over the water. "The house is a little small, so don't be offended." She tugged at the corners of her clothes unnaturally, "I'll go find some -

"

"Don't be busy. I just want to ask you something today. I'll leave after asking." Lan Ke handed the gift to her, and the little girl ran over to get it. Amidst Mrs. Zhang's frown, she added

He looked back at Lan Ke and finally stepped back.

Lan Ke smiled, took some and stuffed it into her hand, "It's okay, just take it." The little girl suddenly smiled, looked at Mrs. Zhang again, took the things and jumped out.

"Her parents and I have gotten used to it—" Mrs. Zhang was still a little embarrassed.

"It's inevitable for a child, haha," Lan Ke said hurriedly, and then asked casually, "Ningyuan, are you still here?"

"Well, my wife doesn't want to sell it, and my husband can't say anything, so I go to clean it regularly."

"Oh, can I go in then?"

"Well, Miss Lan, you know, Mrs. She——"

"Let me beg you, okay?"

Seeing her getting thinner and thinner, it seemed like it was yesterday that she was acting coquettishly with him, but now her behavior has changed, "Then, I'll open the door for you."

"Thank you" with eyes full of joy, like a child getting candy.

Probably because people don't come here often, it is somewhat deserted. The exterior walls have turned a dull gray-pink color, and the withered yellow vegetation shows that it must have been very lush in the summer. The grape trellises in the garden have also been buried underground.

, to escape the severe cold of winter.

The Albizia Julibrissin tree also looked very prosperous, but no one pruned it. The withered and yellow side branches escaped and blocked the gravel-covered passage, and the water had frozen.

"Squeak -" After opening the door, I discovered that most of the things in the house were covered with cloth to prevent dust, and the furnishings were untouched. The decoration in the hall was in the Rococo style, and opposite the flower column was a superb replica of the Last Supper.

painting.

The tedious little decorations were small but exquisite, and their thinness made them seem even more unable to withstand the wear and tear of time. There was also some dust on the carved handrails of the stairs. When he pushed open Ning Tian's bedroom, it was surprisingly empty. He turned around and asked Mrs. Zhang.

"Where are the things here?"

"I asked my wife to take her to England."

In fact, it was not surprising. She pinched her fingers on the door frame, and her fingernails turned white. She bit her lip, turned around and ran upstairs. The study, studio and dance studio were all untouched. Maybe it was because Mrs. Zhang often came to clean them.

The mirror is surprisingly bright.

Just hearing a "click", Lan Ke accidentally pressed a place. There was a wooden piano under the cloth, and the stand was set up. There was a photo in the gap inside. In the photo, the two people's heads were deliberately close to the camera.

His expression was weird, his smile was exaggerated, and he was heartless. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he looked at Lan Ke. In the end, he simply bent down and hugged his legs and choked.

After a while, Sister-in-law Zhang came up and saw the slender Lan Ke in front of the round rose window. She was even thinner against the setting sun. Seeing the photo in her hand, she seemed to think of the two people who played wantonly many years ago.

The fussy child then sighed.

"Miss Lan, Ake, don't cry. It's been so many years. You should forget what you should forget. What's more, he-"

Just as he was about to say something, he stopped immediately. He looked like he had something to say but seemed to have thought of something. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just sighed and turned around. He went downstairs.
Chapter completed!