white feathers upstairs

But Gu Yuhan didn't know that Sean didn't leave with an excuse, but something really happened.

After leaving the museum, Sean came to a high-end Japanese restaurant.

The store is designed according to the retro style, with exquisite decoration, mainly in dark tones, embellished with green plants, but it gives people an elegant and clean feeling, as if they are in a paradise.

Sean gently opened the barrier door, and a middle-aged man about forty years old with elegant temperament was sitting on his knees at a low table enjoying tea leisurely. When he saw Sean coming, he smiled at him.

Sean walked over and sat down opposite him. Unlike his standard kneeling position, Sean sat in a very casual posture.

"What do you want to eat?" the man asked with a smile.

"It will be all right."

"Are you being polite to uncle?"

"No, I can eat anything." Sean said flatly.

Zhao Qiyun ordered some silver cod sashimi, grilled shrimp, sushi and two pots of sake. After putting down the menu, he asked with concern, "Are you still used to it when you return to China?"

"Thank you uncle, I'm fine."

"What's going on with you in Country Z? You're working well in NADAS, why are you returning home in such a hurry?"

Straight to the point.

Sean was silent for a moment, looked away, and swallowed the words again.

"Is there anything I can't say?"

"Actually, it's nothing. Don't worry about it, uncle. Anyway, I've already returned to China. Those... are not important anymore."

"If you don't tell me, I can guess a thing or two," Zhao Qiyun's sharp and resolute eyes stayed on his pale face, as if he could see through everything, "Is it because of that Jason?"

Sean didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

"you and him……"

"Uncle, he and I have broken up." Sean's tone was slightly low.

Zhao Qiyun didn't comfort him with an official tone, but said bluntly: "It's fine if we split up. I have already seen that the child is not upright. I didn't have the nerve to tell you before. Besides, your parents would not agree."

Sean's face turned pale again, and he sighed helplessly: "It doesn't matter what they think of me—I'm not their son anyway, but it's quite chilling that he still doesn't understand me after being together for so long. "

Zhao Qiyun paused and said, "Have you not contacted your parents since you returned to China?"

Sean shook his head: "No."

"It's your fault, you should let them know anyway."

"Uncle, since that incident, the president and the professor don't want to see me. You know that. I was sent to study abroad when I was 12 years old. In fact, they didn't want to see me. It's not that I haven't contacted them all these years. But every time I can't even say a few words, in my heart..." Sean's voice began to tremble as he spoke, and finally he couldn't continue, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Zhao Qiyun knew his difficulties, and didn't force him: "Although blood is thicker than water, no one can let go of this kind of thing. Xuan'er, the spirit of heaven, also hopes that you can come out."

Fragments of his childhood kept appearing in Sean's mind, the seaside, a piece of golden sand, the spring breeze blowing, rippling layers of blue ripples, it is truly a beautiful scenery.

"Xuan'er, be careful." The young Sean anxiously looked at his younger brother Shen Lingxuan who stepped into the sea barefoot, always feeling that something bad was about to happen, and his chest kept heaving.

"Ah——" With a scream, the little man slid straight into the water like that, his panicked face turned pale, and he kept yelling for help, "Brother——"

The water in the glass trembled, and a few drops fell on the table. Sean's eyes were dim, his lips were tightened more and more tightly, and the color of blood gradually faded, replaced by endless cold.

He dared not recall the childhood nightmare.

"Ling Chen, if you have anything on your mind, just tell uncle, don't hold back, uncle will always be by your side." Seeing that his expression was wrong, Zhao Qiyun comforted him.

Sean raised his eyes: "Thank you uncle, I'm fine."

"I don't think you seem to be okay. You should go home when you have time. You can't wander outside forever."

"Yeah." Sean nodded casually.

"By the way, are you working at Yishi Research Center now?"

"Correct."

"That's pretty good. No matter how developed country Z is, it's no better than this country."

Sean said lightly: "I actually wanted to go to the Antarctic Amundsen Station for scientific research."

Zhao Qiyun's face changed after hearing this, and he said in a low voice: "Nonsense, you don't want to die? Don't even look at the weather, is it a place for people to stay?"

"I should be able to get over it."

"You should give up this idea. Put aside your hard work and go to the Antarctic scientific research. The president will really be furious when he finds out."

"I……"

"Don't think so much, work in Yishi Feiyang with peace of mind, and tell me if you encounter any difficulties that cannot be solved."

A warm feeling rose in Sean's heart: "Thank you uncle."

In Sean's gloomy life, Zhao Qiyun may be one of the few bright spots. No matter how beautiful others are, the sadness behind them is unimaginable.

……

Jason, like Sean, is an international student. They are both outstanding students in the physics department of Yorkston University. Because they often meet, the two naturally become friends.

For Sean, who lacked love since he was a child, it is not easy to have a friend he can talk to, and he also cherishes this friendship very much.

Until that day...

Yorkston University Libraries.

Sean sat alone in the corner and flipped through the sixth volume of "Time and Time", the surrounding was so quiet that there was no sound.

At this time, Jason walked towards him. He was wearing a black denim jacket today, his hair was combed meticulously, and he was in high spirits. Because he was very thin, the cheekbones on his fair cheeks were protruding, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were big and deep. Like water, engraved with infinite style.

This face also fascinated thousands of girls.

"Sean." He tapped him on the shoulder.

"Jason, what's the matter?" Sean looked at his smiling face.

"Well... I do have something I want to tell you." Jason sat down across from him and said.

Sean didn't take it seriously, and continued to read his book: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's just... I seem to like someone." Jason looked at him meaningfully and said.

Sean raised his eyes and glanced at him: "I don't understand the world, it's useless for you to tell me, but if you really like it, go and confess, I believe she will agree on your terms."

The corners of Jason's mouth turned up, and he said with a smile: "But I don't know the bottom line. He is a person I can't figure out. He is very good, much better than me, but he is a little withdrawn. I worry about being rejected."

Sean felt weird when he heard it, and thought for a while: "Then what should you do?"

"I'm asking you because I don't know what to do, Sean."

The two eyes collided, and they were extremely hot. Sean withdrew his gaze, focused on the book, and said flatly, "Go and confess your love. It's best if you succeed, and you don't regret if you fail."

Jason smiled brighter: "You really think so?"

"Yeah." Sean said casually.

After a moment of silence, Jason looked at him seriously and said, "Sean, I like you."

God knows that Sean was as shocked as if struck by lightning at this moment. The feeling in his heart could not be called excitement or disappointment. Anyway, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He looked at Jason blankly and looked at his innocent smiling face, noncommittal.

Jason thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said it again: "I like you."