she is not happy

Xu Yan sat up in a jerk, and was about to jump up with excitement. Her childhood friend and friend finally couldn't afford to live abroad and was going back to China.

"Miss Ye, steak and bread are not as delicious as our domestic steaming steamed buns and wontons!" Xu Yan said happily.

"It's not because of these." Ye Qinghe rubbed the corners of his eyes, the emotions after the hangover were still intertwined in his mind.

"When will you come back?" Xu Yan asked with a bright smile, looking deeply at Ye Qinghe.

"Tomorrow's plane." Ye Qinghe said lightly.

"Send me the specific flight, and I'll pick you up."

"it is good."

The two discussed for a while the arrangements after returning to China, and when they were about to hang up, Ye Qinghe said something.

"Don't tell anyone about my return to China."

Xu Yan on the other end of the phone paused, and looked at Ye Qinghe on the other end of the video call.

Is four years long enough to change a person?

No, at least the Ye Qinghe she knew didn't change at all, he was taciturn, calm and restrained.Even though there was a roar like a storm hidden in his heart, his eyes were like a deep pool without a trace of waves.

For Ye Qinghe, there are no surprises in life, and black and white are always the main colors.

It's always a good thing to come back. It's better to stay with familiar people than to be alone.

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The airport in City A, the international terminal building, was crowded with people. Xu Yan held up a small sign welcoming home, and saw Ye Qinghe pushing a small suitcase and wearing big sunglasses from a long distance. Ye Qinghe was wearing a camel woolen trench coat, The black slender trousers lined up the slender legs, and the low-heeled leather boots were tall and outstanding, attracting everyone's attention, thinking it was a big star returning to China.

Xu Yan handed a large bouquet of flowers hidden behind the sign to Ye Qinghe, with a sweet smile on his face.

"Old classmate, welcome back home."

Ye Qinghe frowned, looked at the exaggerated flowers, did not reach out to pick them up, moved the corners of his lips, and said nothing.

"Miss Ye, how long do you plan to stay when you return to China this time?" Xu Yan asked in a good-tempered manner, holding flowers in one hand and twisting a sign in the other, as he followed her.

"It depends how long the project has been going on." Ye Qinghe said lightly, there were too many people in the airport, she was a little depressed and uncomfortable, and wanted to escape quickly.

"My old classmate is really amazing. In the world's largest theater, the column for the chief designer will be your name, Ye Qinghe."

"This bull, it's enough for me to brag for a while." Xu Yan smiled. She has a bright personality, and her voice is a bit loud.

Ye Qinghe lowered her head, pursed her lips, and quickened her pace. The two of them left the airport hall. When the cold wind hit, she breathed a long sigh of relief. She could finally take a breath, and her suppressed emotions relaxed a little at this moment.

"Xu Yan, where is the car?" Ye Qinghe glanced at Xu Yan, who was still immersed in the joy of her return home, and asked coldly.

"Here it is." Xu Yan pointed to the fiery red sports car and smiled.

Press the door, the trunk opens with a bang, the LED screen flashes, and the four big characters welcome back to China, attracting countless people to watch.

Ye Qinghe stroked his forehead and wrapped his windbreaker tightly, wishing he could bury his face in the collar of the windbreaker. This person is always so flamboyant.

Xu Yan drove, carrying Ye Qinghe, Ye Qinghe didn't speak all the way, just looked out of the car.

"In the past few years, City A has changed a lot."

"Look, the buildings in this area are all built by the Sunward Group, and the Sunward Group is now one of the best in the world." Xu Yan was like a tour guide, chattering with Ye Qinghe about the changes in City A in recent years .

Ye Qinghe looked at the buildings in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in his cold eyes, Shanhe Group, the company she was going to soon, was indeed very powerful.Otherwise, she wouldn't have left everything abroad and returned home.

"Qinghe, I remember your dream, which seems to be to build the largest theater in the world."

"Now, it's about to come true." Xu Yan drove the car, looked at Ye Qinghe, and continued.

Ye Qinghe hooked the corners of her lips, yes, there is finally something that makes her feel happy, and she has to do it.

"When is your job due?"

"After New Year's Day." Ye Qinghe propped his chin, took off his sunglasses, the corners of his eyes turned blue, and he was tired from years of insomnia.

"Then these few days, I'll have fun with you." Xu Yan smiled, seeing Ye Qinghe's fatigue. Insomnia is normal for this person.

"I want to go to Qingshan tomorrow." Ye Qinghe said lightly, his eyes were calm, and sadness was hidden in his heart.

"I'll accompany you." Xu Yan said.

Ye Qinghe looked out the window, but didn't respond, as if his thoughts were not in the car.

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Qingshan is the largest cemetery in City A, surrounded by pine trees and evergreen.

On this day, it was raining lightly, Ye Qinghe was holding an umbrella, wearing a small black suit, cold and solemn, Xu Yan was a little shorter than her, he held her arm, and the two of them walked slowly towards the cemetery holding white chrysanthemums.

At the edge of a magnificent cemetery, the two stopped.

Xu Yan took the umbrella from Ye Qinghe's hand. Ye Qinghe bent down and placed the flowers beside the tombstone. There were also a few bunches of flowers beside the tombstone. They came here often to see how withered they were.

Ye Qinghe put down the flowers and stared at the photos on the tombstone for a long time, the dead father Ye Zhengheng and the dead mother Mu Qing.

It was these two ruthless parents who passed away after an air crash, leaving her alone in the world.

"I just inquired. The cemetery staff said that in recent years, there has been a Ms. Wen who has come to visit the graves of uncles and aunts and offer incense."

"Just last month, the pine tree next to the tombstone was blown down by the wind and smashed the tombstone. That person came to help replace the tombstone and planted a few more pine trees at his own expense."

"The surname is Wen, and you know that your parents are buried here. Tell me, could it be Wen Yi?"

Ye Qinghe pursed his lips, but did not respond.

Xu Yan glanced at Ye Qinghe, his expression was very bad, so he didn't continue talking.

After the two worshiped, they drove down the mountain. The winding mountain road was covered with green trees. In this weather, there was no one on the road.

The rain was falling, Ye Qinghe opened the window of the car, and stretched out her hand, the rain fell on her fingertips, the coldness seeped into the air, the wind poured into the warm car, half of Ye Qinghe's arm was wet by the rain, Xu Yan glanced at her and said nothing, Ye Qinghe closed his eyes calmly, as if he was being baptized.

Xu Yan sighed, this person's illness is not clear, and he has to find time to persuade her to seek treatment.

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Ye Qinghe went home alone, and Xu Yan went to work, so he couldn't stay with her all the time.

She lives in the outskirts of City A, where she has lived since she was a child. When she came back, she met a few acquaintances on the road, and they were all surprised when they saw Ye Qinghe.

Probably because he didn't expect that a great designer who has been successful abroad will return to China.

Ye Qinghe doesn't like to socialize, but they are all uncles and aunts of the same generation as her parents, so she reluctantly exchanged a few words with them.

Before leaving, Uncle Liu said something.

"Xiaoye, Miss Wen often comes here to see us. She will be very happy when she knows you are back."

Ye Qinghe frowned, didn't respond, and walked away quickly.

Uncle Liu looked at Ye Qinghe's back and sighed softly.This child seems to have not yet come out of the shadow of his parents' death.

At the entrance of the villa, the flowers in the courtyard are blooming delicately, and the grass in the courtyard has been tended by people. It is impossible to tell that no one has lived here for four years.

Ye Qinghe returned to the villa, closed all doors and windows, drew down the curtains, and wrapped himself in darkness.

Why can I hear Wen Yi's news wherever I go? Ye Qinghe seems to be drowning in the deep sea, struggling, trying to get close to the water surface, but is mercilessly thrown back into the sea by a heavy wave.

If struggling is useless, can you accept your fate?

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The heroine will come out in the next chapter~~Everyone spread more flowers~hehe~~