Leng Shaodu loves the genuine daughter

Lu Yan, who was lost and returned, contacted Zhang Monet who provided the information immediately after leaving the cheongsam club in a remote town in France. Although he did not find any news about An Xia, he still thanked Zhang Monet for his help.

"Although you have also left the Lu Group, in name, we no longer have the relationship between superiors and subordinates, but I have always been your former gold medal assistant. I am not a person who does not miss old feelings. Mianli, it's a pity I couldn't help you." Zhang Monai could feel Lu Yan's loss through the phone.

"It's okay, it's just the beginning, it's only been a few months, I believe that sincerity will lead to success, thank you, Monet." Lu Yan's words pretended to be calm, but how could he conceal his disappointment .Others can be deceived, but one's own heart is the clearest.

Zhang Monai hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "Then where do you plan to find the next stop?"

"I don't have any specific plans yet, but I should stay here for a few days. I will let you know when I have news. I heard that your husband is in France. I plan to contact him at night and have a light meal together."

The two of them exchanged a few words of pleasantries, chatted about some children's study situation, and then talked about Lu Xing. Since this kid took over the Lu Group, he has been diligent and meticulous. With the help of Na and Gu Jun, Lu's Group reached its peak.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yan came to the hotel where he was temporarily staying. After the driver settled his luggage, he went back to the hotel and took a hot bath casually, then fell asleep. The loss this time was indeed exhausting, and he fell asleep soon after lying down.

As in the past, I still saw An Xia's figure in my dream. On the cherry blossom avenue, the two of them clasped their fingers together, strolling in the scene of flying cherry blossoms, but soon fell into chaos, and their vision became blurred and even replaced by black. He tried to grab An Xia who was beside him, but failed again and again, as if he had fallen into a bottomless quagmire.

"An Xia, An Xia... where are you?" Lu Yan, who was tortured by the nightmare trousers, yelled out, the layers of sweat on his forehead made him a little irritable, his curled up body finally broke free, and instantly woke up Pulling it over, Lu Yan, who got up from the bed, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It turned out that I was dreaming again. I don’t remember how many times this happened. It’s really more and more frequent. It seems that every time when hope is shattered, this kind of situation will happen. Lu Yan opened the suitcase and took out the changing clothes. Clothes, and then went straight to the bathroom.

At this moment, he needs to wake up, so that he can have the motivation to continue searching. When the water droplets from the shower drenched his whole body, he felt relieved for a moment of comfort.

When he walked out of the bathroom again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Lu Yan thought deeply, that a remote town in France would have such a beautiful night view.

"It would be great if Anxia was here!" Lu Yan sighed with emotion in a low voice. Anxia likes this kind of night sky the most. It is blue and deep, like a vast and boundless sea, which makes her intoxicated. I remember she once said that she was losing In the past few years of memory, she always liked to look at the night sky in France, which reminded her of the sea. Now that he is also in France, he finally understood the feeling of An Xia at that time.

The snowy streets of France are indeed more attractive. Without the impetuousness of domestic nights, it is more comfortable here. The lights on the roadside are all soft goose yellow, unlike those nightlife with neon interlaced lights and feasting, the township atmosphere here is very Thick, let Lu Yan feel comfortable.

The pattering snow that started early in the morning has continued until now, everything around has already been covered with silver, and occasionally there will be a "squeak..." sound under his feet. Lu Yan walked all the way with the lights and saw An open-air square not far away must be a so-called public garden.

Having nothing to do and just strolling around, Lu Yan walked over quickly, and there were indeed some people gathered there.

However, what Lu Yan didn't know was that An Xia was also in this square at this moment. Different from his existence, An Xia was wearing a brown cardigan knit jacket, a beige fleece sweater and trousers inside, and a black sweater on top of his head. With a baseball cap in his hand, he was focusing on waving back and forth on the drawing board with a paintbrush in his hand, and his eyes always fell on a mother and son who were a few steps away.

"It will be over soon, just keep going!" The French splashed out of her soft voice had a special taste.

There are many sketch painters dressed like this around Anxia, ​​some of them are task sketches, and some are night landscapes. There are always a lot of people who like to draw. They will often post some activities on the Post Bar or BBS, and then People with the same interests and hobbies will get together by chance, and by the way, earn some pocket money through these hobbies, which can not only entertain but also meet more friends.

When An Xia finished the painting in her hand, she carefully took it off the drawing board and handed it to the little boy in the painting.

"Thank you big sister, I like it very much." The little boy said politely, and handed the painting in his hand to his mother, with an excited look on his face, and asked in a low voice: "I can stick this painting in my room ?"

Such a loving picture made An Xia feel very happy, she took out some fruit jelly from her pocket and handed it to the little boy.

"Sister thinks it tastes good, do you want to try it? This yellow one smells like oranges." He took one from it and threw it in his mouth. The little boy looked envious but didn't dare to reach out to take it. Instead, he glanced at the mother beside him, as if asking for her opinion.

"Since you like it, take it, remember to thank big sister."

Hearing these words, the little boy immediately stood in front of An Xia, and whispered, "Big sister, does it taste like cantaloupe? Mom likes it very much."

An Xia searched inside, took out the orange fruit jelly candy and handed it to him, and said lovingly: "My good boy, this is the taste of cantaloupe, my sister gave you all these fruit jelly candies, remember Listen to what your mother says."

The mother and son waved goodbye to An Xia with a smile, and then slowly disappeared from An Xia's sight. After tidying up the paintings and paints, An Xia sat back in the simple chair and flipped through the sketchbook next to her. , which are all sketches drawn by her casually, without any flash of color.

Accompanied by the picture in front of her, she invariably thought of the past with Lu Yan, and every time she was free, she always couldn't help thinking about the past.

"Excuse me, how much does it cost to draw a sketch?" A few places away, An Xia heard a male voice, and felt a little familiar in a trance. Although it was in French, the atmosphere always felt familiar.

So An Xia turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. There was another man who looked very similar to Lu Yan. This time, An Xia was too lazy to strike up a conversation. Thinking back to the experience in the morning, she still felt a little embarrassed, so she smiled and shook her head. Shaking her head, she thought it was her imagination. How could Lu Yan appear in this remote French town after so long!

"Since Mr. likes sketches, I can give you one. We painters also get together to have fun. You are also Chinese, so I will treat it as a friend." The young man who answered Lu Yan, He looks a few years younger than Lu Yan.

"Then thank you." Lu Yan replied in Chinese, seeing the paintings on the ground, so he knelt down and looked at them carefully.

An Xia, who was looking down at the sketch at that moment, suddenly stood up from the chair. She felt that there were too many accidents today. She seemed to hear Lu Yan's voice just now, and she subconsciously looked in the direction just now In the past, but did not see the familiar figure before.

"Am I hallucinating? It seems that what I saw and heard this morning cast a shadow on me." The restless An Xia put away the sketchbook, and put the folded chair into the backpack. A friend at the booth next to him asked, "Why did you go back so early tonight?"

An Xia nodded, and replied in French: "I'm a little tired, so go back and rest first."

The people around were relatively familiar, and the young man who had just finished introducing the painting to Lu Yan also heard An Xia's answer, so he yelled loudly through a few people: "Sister, slow down on the road, be careful bicycles, the road is not easy to walk in heavy snow!"

Because the voice was a bit loud, Lu Yan, who was squatting on the ground, was also a little curious. This young man's sister should also be Chinese, otherwise how could he communicate in Chinese? He was thinking about hearing the answer from not far away.

"Don't worry, ahem..."

Although it was accompanied by a brief coughing sound, it did surprise Lu Yan, the sound was too familiar, he immediately stood up from the ground, looking for the source of the sound, but the figures intertwined, he didn't know which one it was So he asked the young man in front of him.

"Who was it that was talking to you just now? Can you tell me? The voice sounds familiar!"

"Oh, did you say sister? She also came to set up a painting stall together, but I don't know the name. Several of us call her sister. She just left. What does the person you know do? My sister has been They are all painting and I heard that she has just changed jobs recently and has lived in France for a long time."

Lu Yan thought for a while and thought that maybe he heard it wrong, An Xia should not be here, not to mention she is not the kind of person who changes jobs easily, so he returned with a smile: "Maybe I heard it wrong , please continue to draw!"

"Well, okay, but at this time tomorrow, my sister should come again, and then you can meet in person again, maybe she also knows your friend!"

"I hope so!"