Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Yan Mo brought Jiang Yun to a high-end apartment building in the city center, and took the elevator to the top floor.

The location of the building is very good, just beside the Tiber River, the ancient bridge spans the river, opposite is the cathedral and more palace-style buildings shaded by green trees, everything in front of you is like a beautiful oil painting.

The minimalist style of postmodernism is adopted in the room, with extraordinarily high floors, sufficient lighting, the main color matching of white and light wood, and smooth and light interior layout, bringing a simple and comfortable feeling. sense of living.

Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Yan Mo still had a manor in the suburbs, but luckily he didn't go there.

He is no stranger to this apartment, and even has a long-lost intimacy.

"Upstairs is the bedroom. I sleep in the one on the far left. You can choose the other rooms as you like," Yan Mo said, "Alessandro lives downstairs. He invited us to his house for dinner at night—he His wife is a good cook."

Jiang Yun didn't listen carefully to Yan Mo's words. As soon as he entered the door, he put down his luggage briskly, took off his shoes, and unceremoniously threw himself on a bean bag with a bean color that was more than one meter wide and two meters long. , and rolled happily on it.

This is a lazy sofa filled with soft and fluffy foam particles.

The bean bag that is as soft as a cloud wraps Jiang Yun up, just like in a fairy tale, when Jiang Yun closes his eyes, he even feels that he is really floating on the cloud.

He rolled once, then arched twice, and then sank directly inside, with both feet hanging in the air, his hands clutching the edge of the bean bag that was soft and useless, struggling for a while with his little hands and feet in vain. Then I remembered that he... couldn't get up!

He does this every time, but every time he forgets the previous lesson!

Jiang Yun lay on his beloved bean bag, wanting to cry without tears.

At the end of the speech, he was taken aback, and then hurried over to pull Jiang Yun up. He had never seen Jiang Yun so relaxed and casual.

Jiang Yun sat up with Yan Mo's hand, with a guilty look on his face, he just looked around and pretended to be stupid.

He soon felt that he was really losing his composure, rolled down and sat down on the wooden floor, barely smiling at Yan Mo: "Your sofa looks so comfortable, I'm sorry I couldn't hold back."

At the end of the speech, he held back his laughter: "It's fine if you like it."

Of course Jiang Yun likes it, he almost loves this place to death!

Many years ago—or in a future that hadn't yet happened—he had spent the happiest time in this room.

At that time, he and Yan Mo hadn't rolled together yet, it was just a simple superior-subordinate relationship, and he was also arranged by Yan Mo to live here, busy and fulfilling with his study, work, and drinking...

When Jiang Yun thought of this, he jumped up like a rabbit being targeted by a hunting dog, straightened up, and said, "I'll go upstairs to have a look!"

Then, he rushed upstairs with a small luggage bag.

Yan Mo felt inexplicably happy, as if a treasure that had been lost for a long time had finally returned to its place.

"He's just a guest." Yan Mo shook his head amusedly.

Jiang Yun subconsciously prepared to walk into the bedroom he lived in in his previous life, stopped at the door, hesitated, and chose another room next door.

At this time, Yan Mo also followed, seeing the room Jiang Yun had chosen, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then looked at the other empty room next to him, and smiled again, hiding the awkwardness in his heart.

"You can see the street directly from here. The ancient buildings in Italy are well preserved, and you can see many interesting old houses," Yan Mo said, "but the one next door can see the Tiber River, which is also very beautiful."

"I'm just an ordinary person," Jiang Yun smiled at him, "I still prefer to see the streets where people come and go."

The quiet river divides the historic city into two, with the new city full of high-rise buildings on one side and the quaint past on the other.

Jiang Yun turned his head again and looked at the busy traffic downstairs, the small designs on the lintels of gorgeous and elegant luxury jewelry stores, the pedestrians passing by on the street, and groups of curious tourists looking left and right.

"I think these are more interesting than river water." Jiang Yun said.

At the end of the speech, he glanced at him: "You take a rest first, and get rid of the jet lag. I will call you when the time is almost up."

"Thank you." Jiang Yun said, and watched Yan Mo leave the room.

He stared blankly at the door for a long time, and suddenly fell on the bed covering his face. The soft big bed perfectly supported the entire weight of his body, but something couldn't hold it no matter what, and it shattered on the ground.

Jiang Yun's mind was chaotic. In this familiar house, he suddenly remembered the past that had become a hallucination, and remembered how he ran barefoot on the street when he was a child. His memories were in a mess. The past Now there is still the future intertwined into a ball of unreasonable balls of thread, and then, he himself fell asleep without knowing when.

Even when he was asleep, he was still dreaming.

At one moment it was a comfortable modern apartment, and at another moment it was a gloomy old manor. Yanmo was wearing casual clothes for a while, chatting and laughing with him very kindly, and wearing a solemn three-piece suit for a while, standing on the top of the steps of the manor, He looked down at him from above.

Jiang Yun rushed up the steps, trying to catch up with Yan Mo, but he could only catch a dream that seemed to be there.

He opened his eyes all at once.

At this time, the sky was already chaotic, and the setting sun was hidden behind the clouds, like a reserved lady with only a little skirt showing.

He was staring at the sunset in a daze when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said.

Yan Mo poked his head in: "How are you resting? We can go down now."

Jiang Yun stared at Yan Mo's face for a while. In the setting sun, Yan Mo's face became more and more handsome like a god, and the smooth facial features were even more perfect than the most famous statues.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly reacted, and quickly looked away.

"Please wait for me for 5 minutes!" Jiang Yun jumped out of bed, burying those unreasonable feelings.

"Think about the dinner you're waiting for," he said to himself. "It's the dinner Maria prepared with her own hands!"

Unlike Alessandro who is always bluffing and likes to blow his beard and stare, Maria is a happy Italian woman with a slightly fat body and fair skin. Most importantly, she has good cooking skills.

Even Jiang Yun, a kid from a big foodie country, couldn't help but praise the delicious food she made.

Yan Mo and Jiang Yun carried a small gift, went downstairs to Alejandro's house, rang the doorbell, and a rich and lovely old lady came out to welcome him.

"Welcome, little angel from the East." She gave Jiang Yun a warm hug, with the soft and sweet scent of the snacks in the kitchen on her body, which can make people relax when they smell it, the taste of home .

When Jiang Yun saw her, he couldn't help crying.

He rubbed his face against his mother Maria, trying to restrain his emotions: "Nice to meet you, honorable lady."

"Call me Maria, dear little angel, can I call you Yun?" She spoke a substandard Chinese pronunciation.

"It's my honor." Jiang Yun said happily.

The two joined hands and entered the door affectionately.

Alessandro was getting a little jealous.

He also couldn't tell whether he was jealous of that oriental kid or his wife, anyway, the two fell in love quickly as soon as they met, leaving both himself and the boss out of the sky.

Alejandro made several ineffective protests, but still couldn't get the attention of the two of them, so he had to raise his glass to the boss: "We are all poor people who are not taken seriously, and we can only entertain ourselves."

Yan Mo looked at Jiang Yun's blushing face, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

What a delightful dinner it was.

Delicious food, warm atmosphere, mother Maria’s hearty laughter—yes, Jiang Yun called this lovely old lady again soon, just like in the previous life.

Maria also likes this pretty sweetheart very much—she likes to call Jiang Yun that way, and thinks he is really as cute as her own child.

Jiang Yun couldn't help humming when he went out. His voice was terrible, but it still couldn't conceal the joy in his heart.

"You like Maria very much." Yan Mo said.

"Of course," Jiang Yun's eyes were shining, "I love her so much!"

There is what Jiang Yun desires most in Maria, which is something that he may never get in his whole life.

"Maria also likes you very much, you can often visit their house." Yan Mo said.

Jiang Yun nodded happily, then sighed again: "Unfortunately, there is only one month."

"You can stay for a while longer," blurted out at the end of the sentence, "Of course, I also welcome you to live here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was also taken aback for a moment.

"It's too much trouble for you," Jiang Yun glanced at Yan Mo, then quickly looked away, "What's more, there are still many things to be busy in the country."

"Of course." At the end of the sentence, he nodded slightly like a gentleman, "I mean... If you are free, I welcome you to be our guest."

At the end of the speech, he felt a little cramped. He looked at Jiang Yun's head, and then moved to the boy's ears. The boy probably hasn't fully developed yet, and his stature is not high. Even the earlobes are small, like jade. The color is quietly hidden behind the hair tip.

His shoulders were not broad either, making him look thinner and thinner, and could be blown away by a gust of wind, but his skeleton was well-proportioned and his lines were graceful, according to Alessandro's description: with a delicate sense of fragility.

At the end of the sentence, I think this description is really appropriate.

Looking down again, he stopped on the back of Jiang Yun's hand.

Jiang Yun was very uncomfortable being stared at, and couldn't help shrinking back: "What's wrong?"

"You have many scars on your hands." Yan Mo said slowly.

His voice was as slow as a bass aria in an Italian opera, with a soft accent.

Jiang Yun's heart fluttered and tightened, he quickly hid his hands behind his back, and forced a smile: "It was all caused by fighting when I was young, but this is also a man's medal, hahaha."

At the end of the speech, he looked down at Jiang Yun. The boy was petite and had soft hair. A few strands of hair hung down on his cheeks obediently, but he couldn't tell that he was a child who liked to fight.

"Take good care of your hands. These are hands that can draw wonderful works." At the end of the sentence, he sighed and rubbed his head again.

Jiang Yun lowered his head and looked at the white scabs on his hands. Those overlapping scars constituted his past, and perhaps his future.