white feathers upstairs

On Xiao Mengchen's birthday, both Bai Jinhao and Feng Yize came to celebrate her birthday, and brought precious gifts.

Seeing him coming, Gu Yuhan was naturally surprised. It was the first time in four years that he came to visit.

"Mr. Gu." Feng Yize greeted him politely.

Gu Yuhan smiled and said, "Xiaofeng."

Then his eyes fell on Bai Jinhao's body, the two looked at each other awkwardly, and he said jerky: "You are finally willing to come."

From this sentence, Bai Jinhao heard three points of relief and seven points of loneliness.

Sure enough, people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless.

"Why, I'm not welcome?" He asked back.

"No, come in and sit down. You are the first to arrive. There is no one at home yet."

"Where's your wife?" Bai Jinhao asked casually as he walked.

"She is busy walking the red carpet, filming, live broadcasting, and socializing every day. She is busier than me."

Bai Jinhao was dumbfounded: "But isn't today your daughter's birthday?"

"So what? Just keep busy." Gu Yuhan poured him a glass of water himself.

"It's a bit embarrassing, you have to take care of it, and prioritize everything."

He regretted it when he said it, and it was impossible to take it back, so he could only pretend to drink water as if nothing had happened, not noticing the smile that flashed across Gu Yuhan's eyes.

Feng Yize is very good at observing words and expressions: "I'm going to the bathroom."

There were only the two of them left in the living room, and the air was almost frozen, Gu Yuhan said, "Thank you."

"Thank me for putting your dad in jail, or thank me for causing you to lose your company?"

Gu Yuhan smiled: "Thank you for letting me grow up, otherwise I will always be that ignorant young master."

"Really? In this way, I have become your benefactor." He shook his head helplessly.

Gu Yuhan's expression became serious: "Also—I'm sorry."

Only this "I'm sorry" that was 24 years late made Bai Jinhao's heart tremble, with mixed feelings, and his voice was tense: "It seems that you know everything."

"I knew it a long time ago, but I have been unwilling to face it."

"Then you see it now?"

Gu Yuhan said solemnly: "You can put it this way, originally I hated you, but after knowing the truth, I don't know who to hate. Your revenge is justified, and my father has raised me for so many years. Whether it's you or him, I can't hate you." Wake up, and finally think about it, the one you should hate the most is actually yourself.”

"Me too, hate myself."

"you are right."

Bai Jinhao pulled out a wry smile: "My mistake is that I used extreme methods, and I hurt you who didn't know."

"You are right in the so-called father's debt to the son."

"Maybe... At that time, I should confess to you, so that I wouldn't..."

"It's all over, and it's meaningless to say that."

Bai Jinhao lowered his eyes: "Yeah, it's meaningless."

The two remained silent. Although their hearts had been resolved, even if the broken relationship was repaired, it would be difficult to return to the past.

Just like at this moment, Gu Yuhan still couldn't say "Xiaobai".

"Did he not contact you in the past four years?" Bai Jinhao asked quietly.

Gu Yuhan knew who he was talking about, and smiled bitterly: "No."

"It's no wonder your wife doesn't care about her family. I wouldn't be happy if you treat her like this."

Gu Yuhan obviously didn't know what he was talking about, and looked confused: "What?"

He didn't beat around the bush: "'Mengchen', you named your daughter like this, because you can't forget Sean?"

Gu Yuhan suddenly realized, and smiled awkwardly: "It's not the first time I've done such an unkind thing."

"Ah!" Bai Jinhao sighed, "Things are impermanent. In fact, sometimes I miss the old days. I feel that nothing has changed in the dream. Only after waking up do I realize that it was just a dream."

"Do you really think so?"

He answered irrelevantly: "We all escaped for four years."

Gu Yuhan lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Will you still call me 'Brother Han'?"

Bai Jinhao didn't dare to look at him directly, nor did he answer his question.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get the answer I wanted.

As Sean said: They can't go back.

"Okay, I won't force you, sit down for a while, I'll go and see Mengchen."

The glass of boiled water was crushed by him, and the meridians were clearly visible on the back of his hand. After struggling for a long time, until Gu Yuhan disappeared, he couldn't say those two words...

Bai Jinhao would never have thought that this was his last chance...

At eight o'clock in the morning on July [-]nd, Gu Yuhan went to Yeyang City, XX Province on a business trip.

After signing the contract with the client, Gu Yuhan was at a loss as to where to go. The streets extended in all directions, the road was full of traffic, and there was a noisy sunny sky above him. Although the world was big, there was no place he wanted to go. The return trip was too early, and the stay was meaningless.

Dangling, he came to the door of a jewelry store, which was a brand he had never heard of - Carddylan.

Standing outside the door, Gu Yuhan's thoughts suddenly drifted far away, and he remembered the ring he bought at Lancerdemi before. Since then, he seems to have never bought jewelry for anyone, and even entrusted his assistant to buy the wedding ring.

Thinking about it, it was not completely unreasonable for Shen Xintong to have been at odds with him.

Gu Yuhan smiled wryly, and stepped into the shop.

The scale of this jewelry store is far less than that of Lancerdemi, and its reputation is not as good, but it is already considered a big brand in a second-tier city like Yeyang.

A 20-year-old female teller greeted her with a perfect smile: "Hello, sir, what do you need? Our store has recently launched several necklaces and diamond rings, and we are now engaged in activities. Follow the WeChat public account and you can hit [-]" fold."

"Thank you, I just took a look."

"Ok."

Gu Yuhan strolled around the store, and felt that there was nothing he liked. To be honest, the jewelry quality and styles here are all high-quality, and the price is relatively cheap, but he really doesn't have any jewelry that he wants to buy now.

Accidentally saw a pair of silver earrings, simple and large, soft in color, Gu Yuhan immediately stopped in his tracks, and focused his eyes on the earrings through the glass.

"Let me take a look at this." His long, white fingers tapped on the glass cabinet, and the teller quickly took it out.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This is a men's earring recommended by our boss. The product just arrived last month."

"Can I try it on?"

"This..." The teller was a little embarrassed, "Excuse me sir, in principle, we refuse to try on earrings in our store, this is for the safety of customers."

Gu Yuhan was a little disappointed. He also knew that different shops had different rules, but he just wanted to try it on. If it looked good, he would buy it. If it didn’t look good, he didn’t want to spend that much money. He used to spend money like water, and he was a thing of the past. No matter how easy it is to make money, it does not come from the wind.

The teller seemed to see his thoughts: "Well, I'll ask the boss."

"How troublesome is that?"

"No trouble, our boss is over there." He pointed to the man in the corner with his back to them, who was lying on the counter and observing the jewelry with a magnifying glass.

Gu Yuhan inexplicably felt that figure from the back was very familiar...

"Boss—" the teller said loudly.

He turned his head slowly, and when the two gazes intertwined, the ice and fire collided with unusually majestic sparks.

It was as if the icy snow was wrapped in a scorching flame, slowly melting into water, and finally warming up in his heart.

Surprised, delighted, the long-awaited longing came to my heart, causing Gu Yuhan's finally calm heart to stir up a thousand layers of waves.

"Sean..." He called his name jerky, afraid that this was still a dream, and a louder voice would tear the dream apart.

This glance melted into countless thoughts of sorrow, never let go, never forgotten, never stranded, it is a gift from God, it is the mercy of fate.