set fire to his heart

Su Yining, who left Yunteng Smart, took a taxi to a commercial and residential complex in the urban area.

Take the elevator to the 28th floor.

She came to the westernmost corner cover.

There is a bell at the door, but there is no electricity.

She took out a pen and paper from her bag and wrote the word "Su".

then.

Insert the piece of paper through the crack of the door, and knock on the door panel with your hand.

"Knock Knock-"

With her waiting.

The closed door in front of him opened from the inside.

What appeared in front of him was a foreign man in his thirties.

His long brown hair was combed behind his head, and his thick beard almost covered half of his face, which also made his blue eyes extremely eye-catching, deep and mysterious.

The moment they looked at each other, Su Yining smiled at him.

Don't wait for her to say hello to him.

The man who opened the door turned and walked inside.

He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her.

"..." Su Yi was silent.

The speeches and self-introductions he had prepared were useless.

Look at his tall back.

Su Yining smiled awkwardly, and followed him into the room.

"Click-"

With the door lock closed, the entire space becomes closed.

Su Yining, who was standing at the door, looked down at the shoe rack in the entrance.

Except for a pair of ordinary men's shoes that are slightly old.

nothing else.

Su Yining had no choice but to take off her shoes, and stepped on the floor in her socks.

This is a duplex house with a size of only a few dozen square meters.

Su Yining, who followed the man in, saw him turn back and came to the workbench in the "living room".

In the area where the sofa should have been placed, a U-shaped workbench was built.

There are partitioned cabinets embedded in the wall, containing various tools and materials, and a stack of stacked drawings.

Some have been curled and turned yellow, showing that the age is not short.

Su Yining's gaze secretly surveyed everything here...

Not only is there no sofa.

Not even a chair to sit on.

Although there was a TV set on the opposite wall, it was unplugged and hung aside.

There are several plates, a small bowl, and a pair of chopsticks on the stove.

Balcony outside.

Various green vegetables are grown.

In the entire small space, his closed and solitary state is everywhere.

Getting along in silence makes the atmosphere delicate.

until.

The man at the workbench pulled out a two-finger-thick piece of wood from the side, about 1.2 meters long.

"Just use this," he told her in English.

Seeing him take the initiative to open the chat box, Su Yining put away the anxiety in his heart.

She nodded with a smile, and walked towards him, her eyes fixed on the black wood on the stage.

"How long will it take?" She also replied to him in English.

"Half a month."

As he said, he turned to face the countertop against the wall, and fiddled with the mold he was making.

"Didn't you say you're not in a hurry?" He turned his back to her.

"yes……"

As Su Yining said, he thought of the interest that he had compensated with kisses every day recently.

She shook her head helplessly, and muttered in Chinese: "The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuchs."

"What do you mean?"

"The one who gives the gift is not in a hurry, but the one who receives the gift is in a hurry."

"Oh……"

See his cold reaction.

Su Yining comforted him: "Although you have lived in Huaguo for many years, you have never opened a social circle, so it's normal that you don't understand these words."

The man didn't speak, just continued to ponder the mold in his hand.

The conversation between the two sides ended again.

"Will you continue to live in Beicheng?"

Su Yining asked a question tentatively.

"Who knows..."

In the man's light tone, there was an indescribable sadness: "After my mother left, I have no home. It's the same to me wherever I am."

Hear him say that.

Su Yining's lips parted slightly.

While she hesitated to speak, her eyes were attracted by a group photo placed in the middle of the cabinet.

Photos taken many years ago.

The man in the photo looks like a teenager.

Although he doesn't have long hair and beard like he does now, it's not difficult to see his introverted personality from his demeanor.

By contrast.

The middle-aged woman who took a photo with him beside him smiled brightly.

They sit in front of the sofa.

She hugged him intimately and smiled happily at the camera.

This middle-aged woman is a designer who was once famous but disappeared 20 years ago.

Isabella Bieler.

She used to be a jewelry designer and owned a personal studio locally.

The design draft that was accidentally circulated and became popular made her the target of all major jewelry brands.

There can be an endless stream of business negotiations, coupled with successive visits from neighbors around, and many customers who come here...

directly and seriously affect her life.

Because, she is a single mother, and has a son suffering from autism.

Fame and fortune are important, but she cares more about the feelings of her relatives.

then.

She rejected invitations from major brands, took her son to a foreign country, and started a sojourn life that lasted more than ten years.

During this period, she continued to create while doing her best to relieve her son's illness.

until a few years ago.

She died of illness.

Since then, her son Anthony Birrell has lived alone in North City.

Although his condition has improved and he has inherited his mother's excellent design talent, he still cannot socialize normally, and is even more afraid of facing crowds and work...

Isabella wrote all these inside stories by hand in her diary.

And many years later.

When Anthony Birrell, who lived alone, left North City, the missing diary was discovered by the landlord who came to collect the house.

The landlord's unintentional exposure made their experience known to the outside world.

Everyone was moved by this great maternal love, including Su Yining who was sorting out news materials for Beicheng Daily.

Remember after the news broke.

There was an upsurge of public opinion on the Internet, and netizens who maintained different positions continued to dispute.

Some netizens think:

Isabella did this for her son, sacrificing her career.

Since her son has inherited her design talent, she should find him and let him develop this talent.

And another part of the netizens think:
It would only affect the life of Anthony Birrell, bring him back to his childhood, and Isabella's sacrifices of so many years would be in vain.

But today is different.

Decades later, we have a well-developed network and a modern office concept.

It is absolutely possible for him to bring out his strengths and talents without socializing with the outside world.

But where is he?
no one knows.

There is no way to know his thoughts.

In the previous life, Su Yining still remembered the controversial discussions on this topic.

Withdrawing her thoughts, looking at the group photo, she couldn't help feeling: "Your mother really loves you."

Su Yining's mention.

Let Anthony, who had his back turned to her, stop what he was doing.

But it was fleeting.

He didn't answer, just asked her: "You haven't told me, how did you find me?"