[Comprehensive] My wealthy friends

Xu Wanghuan took out his mobile phone, flicked it with his fingertips, and quickly found a photo in the album.

The photo is a second shot, which is the result of taking a photo that has been developed.

The boy in the photo is only about ten years old, with black hair and green eyes, and fair skin. He is wearing a loose and casual light brown pullover. He is sitting under a tree with his knees hugged, looking at the white Pomeranian puppy in front of him.The sunlight persevered through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the trees and covered his whole body, and the changing light spots danced and reflected on his delicate face. The whole composition was so beautiful.

It was obviously a candid shot, but the boy didn't notice it, he was in a daze for himself, no matter how soft and cute the little animal in front of him was, it was still expressionless and calm.

The lifeless and depressive atmosphere almost overflowed the screen, making people frown uncontrollably.Even though it was a sunny season, it couldn't dispel the coldness at all.

Xu Wanghuan looked at it for tens of seconds, and finally confirmed that the waiter just now was the little boy in this photo, but the difference between the two was too great at first glance. He couldn't see the shadow of the past at all, and he couldn't even make people believe that this was the same person.

That's why Xu Wanghuan couldn't remember it immediately when he saw it for the first time, but fortunately he could still catch a glimpse of the similarity between his eyebrows and eyes, so he didn't miss it.

But Feng Jingye is very familiar with this kind of Chuan Dao.

He moved his slightly frozen eyes away from the photo, and then asked softly, "Why do you have this kind of photo?"

Xu Wanghuan grew up abroad for more than ten years, and was recently taken back to China, and he did not hold a banquet with much fanfare. The people in the circle still don't recognize them all, and it is even more impossible to know Rin Kawashima.

Xu Wanghuan raised his head from the phone screen, blinked those violet eyes that seemed to be full of emotion at any time, and said naturally: "It was given to me by his mother."

He is not a person who likes to show off, so he took the lead in answering the friend's question with concise words at this moment, and Dang even explained more background, "My mother, Sui and aunt—that is, the mother of the waiter just now are old acquaintances. , I received a lot of help from her when I was in France, I know that she has a son in Japan, and I got this photo a long time ago, I was wondering if it would happen, but I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence.”

At the beginning, I knew that the other party had divorced her husband. Although she would receive a fee every month, the only son in China would never ask her for money. Even if it was paid for living expenses, the extra part would be returned. That taciturn and beautiful woman was not good at talking, but Xu Wanghuan could fully see the worry in her silence.

This photo was taken for the convenience of carrying around. After all, Ms. Suihe didn't seem to know the school her son was in, but she clearly cared about her son, but she was unexpectedly alienated.If one day we meet by chance on the streets of Japan, Xu Wanghuan will definitely help and take good care of each other based on the kindness of those years abroad.

Xu Wanghuan was not surprised by the part-time job. What surprised him was that he thought the other party would be a rather indifferent and withdrawn person, but now it seems that he is quite...gentle?

Feng Jingye had a lot of thoughts, and Xu Wanghuan's other descriptions were not exhaustive, but just listening to these conclusive conclusions, Feng Jingye was enough to understand the whole situation.

"So, what do you want to help with now?"

Xu Wanghuan answered affirmatively, and then became distressed: "But what should I tell him? ——or should I make friends with him first?"

Xu Wanghuan is a very enthusiastic person.

Feng Jingye, who followed his father's order and came to befriend him for many days, deeply understood this point. If he wanted to do something, he must do it with all his strength.

"I think..." Feng Jingye paused for a moment, although his image in front of Xu Wanghuan was calm and calm, but he never disobeyed Xu Wanghuan's decision, mostly to please the other party.

With only this moment of hesitation, Xu Wanghuan has already called the waiter to call the one who just served the food.

Feng Jingye clenched her hands under the table quietly.

The inexplicable uneasiness made him intuitively want to prevent Xu Wanghuan from approaching Kawashima Rin. The two people have completely different styles, but it is undeniable that Xu Wanghuan's warm and cheerful personality is enough to attract most people.

As for the protagonist in the discussion center——

Kawashima has already remembered when he met the heir of the Xuwang family.

In the mother's previous email, the teenager showed most of his face, smiling brilliantly against the open background of the blue sky and white clouds.But because he didn't care, he still thought for a while before collecting relevant impressions.

It turned out to be someone my mother knew.

Stepping into the front hall, you can see Xu Wanghuan turning his eyes and looking at this side expectantly from a distance. As soon as Kawashima Fu appeared, he waved his hand vigorously.

Kawashima: "..."

He stopped, looked suspiciously at the overly enthusiastic blond boy, and at the same time subconsciously looked at Feng Jingye, who nodded slightly.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Xu Wanghuan almost stood up—fortunately, Feng Jingye stopped him.

Kawashima again: "..."

This one is really too lively.

He walked over, and Xu Wanghuan motioned him to sit down.

Kawashima politely refused: "We cannot sit with customers during working hours."

"Then, let's—" the young man straightened up, his eyes sparkling and dazzling, "Can we be friends?"

"what?"

In view of the fact that this sentence pattern has been used for a long time, Kawashima didn't react at all for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, "Make...friends?"

"Yeah!" Xu Wanghuan nodded repeatedly with starry eyes.

"..."

Rin Kawashima fell silent for the third time in a short period of time.

——The painting style of the heir to King Xu's only son is a bit confusing.

Kawashima thought about it in series, and quickly came to his own conclusion: "You know my mother? Did she ask you to come here?"

Xu Wanghuan nodded, then shook his head again: "Auntie Sui and I don't know, but I wanted to come here myself."

"Oh, thank you." Kawashima smiled, "There is no need for friends. Is my mother okay in France?"

"Hey..." Subconsciously, he was about to ask the other party why he refused, but Chuan Dao then threw the question over, Xu Wanghuan was a little confused, and replied first, "Aunt Sui and Auntie are fine, and she looked good before she left. "

"That's good." Kawashima felt relieved, glanced at the table casually, and asked kindly, "Is the dish still to your liking? How's the taste?"

"It's great!" Someone who was completely led away gave a thumbs up, "It's very authentic, did you invite an Italian chef?"

"Yes." Kawashima rolled his eyes, and his tone was very persuasive, "Then eat slowly, I still have to go in beforehand."

"Yeah! Let's go... eh?—eh???"

It took a few seconds to react, and Xu Wanghuan looked at Feng Jingye who was seated opposite him with a dazed expression: "He, he, he..."

Feng Jingye held the coffee and stated: "Well, I'm gone."

"Why is this qaq!"

"Probably," Feng Jingye commented as calmly as possible, "it just looks gentle."

In fact, he still has that kind of indifferent personality inside, which has nothing to do with the kindness at first glance.

……

Kawashima took out his mobile phone and unexpectedly found that his mother had sent two messages for the first time.

[Everything is fine, don't worry about it. ]

[If your high school has not been decided yet, would you like to come to France to study? ]

Well?

With his fingertips flying, Kawashima quickly replied to the message.

[what's wrong? ]

Before the phone was put into the pocket, the mother's reply followed.

As if waiting for his response, the speed and efficiency are really rare.

[No particular reason, but I would be very happy if you came to study in France. ]

Kawashima stopped abruptly.

The continuous flow of vehicles on the street passed by one after another, roaring and chasing the passing minutes.

--I will be happy.

He was not close to his mother.

When I was young, I remembered that my mother lived in seclusion because of her frailty, and she rarely communicated with him, she didn't like to laugh very much, and she was dignified and peaceful in silence.Sometimes when he went to ask for credit, he would just pat his head and compliment him with "very good", but he never had any special tendency.

After divorcing his father and going abroad, the communication between them is even rarer.

This was the first time she had expressed her expectations of him so clearly.