Sir, your vest is off!

Song Lan knew that this villa was huge, but she never knew that there was a hidden hole in this villa.

Song Lan mechanically raised his feet and walked in slowly. Song Lan could see clearly every corner. Song Lan's portraits hung all over the walls, and Song Lan's photos were arranged in groups and placed on cabinets.

Song Lan opened a photo album with trembling hands, and the photos in this album were all photocopies.

At that time, the orphanage was very poor, so naturally they would not have the money to take so many photos of him. Except for the group photo once a year, Song Lan didn't have a single photo. In addition, I can only find a thick patched padded jacket in the group photo. He is thin and small, and the padded jacket looks like it has been covered with a shell, revealing a round head and a pointed chin. , his face was also sallow and sallow, and he was malnourished at first glance.

Song Lan poked at herself in the photo reminiscently, and changed a copy.

This book is a photo of him when he was in elementary school. If Song Lan remembers correctly, he was in the second grade at this time. He was short and standing at the front, wearing a bright red scarf, standing with his belly outstretched like a little seahorse. His face is straight, his expression is serious and cute.

Song Lan smiled. He himself was too stupid when he was a child, right?

Song Lan continued to flip through the pages. There were photos of him eating, jumping goats with his classmates, running wildly at the sports meeting with only one silhouette left, and even dozing off secretly propping his head to cover his face.

But why did Zhou Wenqing have these photos?Is this all taken by Zhou Wenqing?When was it filmed?Why doesn't he know anything?

Song Lan continued to flip through the photos, one by one, and the more they got older, the more photos there would be.

Song Lan went to junior high school, high school, college to graduation, and then occasionally went out to work part-time to earn extra money and eat at roadside stalls...

Song Lan looked at it as if he was reviewing his own life. He had been flipping through these photo albums all morning. The photo albums were clean and free of dust, and the photos were well preserved. Someone must have taken good care of them.

Song Lan savored the ups and downs along the way, and then thought of the things in this room, except for Zhou Wenqing, no one can easily enter here, so only Zhou Wenqing is cleaning and protecting the things here.

Song Lan felt a dull pain in her heart, her mood was complicated, and it was difficult to calm down.

But the most recent photo was taken before Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing got married. In the photo, he was drinking in a bar, surrounded by wolves, tigers and leopards who were salivating.

If Song Lan guessed correctly, it was the night when Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing "first met". It was also from that time that Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing met each other.

Do not!wrong.

"It wasn't that time." Song Lan murmured to herself. Song Lan didn't walk out of the orphanage for the first time until she was six years old and started kindergarten. Song Lan was sure that Zhou Wenqing was not from their orphanage. Song Lan had never seen her before. Zhou Wenqing, let alone the dean's grandma and dean's grandfather mentioned Zhou Wenqing.

If you look at it according to the photos, at least it started when he was studying.

Song Lan put down the photo album. He couldn't see everything in the photo album. He could only look for clues in the paintings on the wall and other things in the room.

The walls were full of paintings, of different sizes, without exception, all of them were Song Lan.

The paper can be seen to be yellowed but has no traces of cracks and wrinkles, and has been carefully framed.

?Song Lan leaned closer to look at a painting. This painting was familiar to him. The blue sky and green land were the background. In the painting, his back was facing the painting, his hair fluttered by the wind, the hem of his white shirt, and his hands paper airplanes.

The paper airplane was about to go with the wind, like a bird, it couldn't wait to spread its wings and fly high, and flew towards the direction of Song Lan's fingertips, as if there was someone there, waiting for the paper airplane to fly into his palm, Then hold it tight.

Song Lan suddenly realized that this painting was the same as the one in Zhou Wenqing's lounge, or should be said to be a pair, belonging to the same painting. ?

"Old man, he's still doing this." Song Lan caressed a fingerprint engraved from the painting. The fingerprint just landed on Song Lan's hair, and through a thin layer of paper, the fingertips It was as if the gentle temperature of Zhou Wenqing's fingertips came from Zhou Wenqing, and after an unknown period of time, it permeated Song Lan's heart bit by bit.

Perhaps only Song Lan and Zhou Wenqing could understand the bitterness of it.

"So you like me." Song Lan's voice was unsteady, "You like me, you have always liked me..."

?Song Lan turned to Zhou Wenqing's cabinet in this room, and opened a cabinet door. Inside were all painting tools and paints. There was a half-painted portrait on the tall easel, with only one outline.

Song Lan opened the drawer again and found a stack of yellow leather envelopes. In order to prevent moisture and insects, ants, snakes and rats, Zhou Wenqing put two camphor balls, which exuded a little fragrance and pungent smell belonging to the camphor tree.

Song Lan hesitated again and again, and slowly opened the envelope. The moment she saw the contents, Song Lan had to admit that she was indeed shocked and frightened: Did Zhou Wenqing fall in love with him so early?

Song Lan hurriedly wrapped the envelope and put it aside, not daring to read it again, trying to calm down. Zhou Wenqing never forced him to do anything like in the envelope, let alone did anything excessive. Only the paintings and photos in this room, Perhaps it was the most outrageous thing Zhou Wenqing did.

If Song Lan hadn't got that key, he might never know what's inside it for the rest of his life.

——"My husband doesn't have any white moonlight, no, it should be said that my husband's white moonlight is me.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. has no one else but me.

I created an imaginary enemy for myself, but I will never know what the enemy looks like, even if I try my best to dig out clues, it will be futile in the end.

At first, I wanted to know why my husband obviously liked me, but he was always unwilling to say that he didn’t want to tell me. Until I saw that letter, people often say that liking someone, or liking this person first requires paying more. There are many, and you can't get the same amount of return, you will feel sad, you will work hard, and you will feel that you will burst into tears after thinking about it for a while.

My husband is such a person, maybe he has suffered too much, maybe loving me and liking me is indeed a very hard thing, once I don’t know how to speak, maybe in the future no matter how many opportunities to speak, I will choose to miss it .

Maybe as his friend said, I am the white moonlight on the tip of my husband's heart.

What is meant by white moonlight is that it is elusive, and it can easily become a "monkey fishing for the moon", an empty joy.

So we habitually don't say these things, just like some children and some parents don't talk about their love for each other. We are shy, or feel that this kind of thing does not need to be answered. We all know the answer, so we choose to act silently and love him.

Like a flower that has fallen into mud and dust, it is nourishing and waiting for the day when it will bear fruit.

My husband may be rather stupid, I guess he can clearly see that I like him too, but he never thinks of poking him out, with trepidation of three-point lack of confidence, and seven-point expectation.

I used to say my dream was to be a rich writer, and I still am, but I want to be my husband's husband more.

I don't need my husband to tell me how much he loves me, I already know, I just need to tell my husband, I love him very much. "

After distributing this chapter, Song Lan took the letter away, he thought, he was going to the orphanage.

The vehicle slowly stopped in front of the orphanage. The grandmother of the dean was basking in the sun with the children. There were various small model building blocks on the ground. The grandmother smiled and watched the children play.

When Song Lan called the dean's grandmother, the old lady didn't seem to think that Song Lan would come to the orphanage today, she was a little surprised, and asked a kid who was running fast, seeing that it was the little brother who came to give them gifts yesterday, Excitedly came to open the door for Song Lan.

"Good afternoon, brother!" Several children's voices greeted Song Lan in unison.

Song Lan didn't bring anything, he came too hastily, and forgot to bring something for his "brothers and sisters".

"Good afternoon, my brother has something to look for grandma today, can you go to the side to play for a while?"

The children would never be disappointed because they didn't get a gift, and they all surrounded Song Lan, expressing their welcome and happiness for Song Lan's arrival.

One of the little girls who was tied up with a thong tugged on Song Lan's pants, and said in a childish voice, "Brother Song Lan, why don't you give me a hug before leaving?"

Song Lan's heart softened, and she hugged the little girl and kissed her, "Go, brother will come back tomorrow and bring you delicious food."

The little girl was hugged contentedly, pulled the children and ran away laughing and laughing.

Song Lan took out the envelope in his pocket, put it in front of the dean's grandmother, and smiled slightly, "Grandma, I think you remember this thing?"

The old lady put on her glasses, and when she saw the familiar handwriting, she squinted her eyes, "You finally know?"

Song Lan nodded, "Well, I just found out, so I'm here."

The old lady smiled kindly, "Then what does Lan Lan want to know?"

Song Lan lowered her eyes, "Actually, I don't have anything in particular that I want to know. In fact, I can guess what I should know based on the clues these days."

Why did Zhou Wenqing "just happen" to save him who was being stalked by a scumbag? What Zhou Wenqing said was "for his future partner for the first time" and what Zhou Wenqing said was "adapting to life after marriage". I am so pampered, and there is also "the white moonlight on the tip of my heart"...

I saved myself because from a long time ago, Zhou Wenqing watched him silently by his side and protected him: the person who told him "you are very suitable for writing", those hard work but always inadvertently bring heart-warming work ...

Because from the beginning to the end, only Song Lan didn't know that Zhou Wenqing liked her, because from the beginning to the end, Zhou Wenqing was not sure about Song Lan's intentions, because from the beginning to the end, Zhou Wenqing was more concerned about gains and losses than Song Lan.

It's all because he likes Song Lan.

[The author has something to say: the vest is gone~

Tue Counseling: I'm so shy, but if I don't shake off my vest, my wife will probably run away with someone else!This risk cannot be taken]