writing coffee

"This may be the most authentic Chinese restaurant in Frankfurt. Did Murong do his homework before coming here?" Yan Qian joked as he refilled me a cup of tea slowly.

"Qianli's homework." I said.

"Well, I think so." She nodded seriously.

I bow my head and drink my tea.

Last night, I found a nearby hotel to stay in. The next morning, after careful consideration, I called Yan Qian. The intention was to confirm something with her, but when she heard that I was in Germany, she insisted on To meet first.

In the past, I definitely couldn't stop the joy in my heart, but now, I just instantly confirmed that the person in front of me is also an accomplice, and it also played a key role.

I chose the restaurant, and I have already finished my lunch. "You haven't answered my question yet, Miss Yan."

I asked her on the phone if Qianli had asked her about my mother.

It's not that Yan Qian knows my affairs so well, but that if Qianli wants to find Brian, asking Yan Qian for help is a good choice.As for how I knew it was Brian she was looking for... I guessed, and it was confirmed.

Yan Qian seemed determined not to answer my question. After all, admitting to my face that she investigated my past and shared the results is not a particularly decent thing.So she changed the subject, not naturally, but very seriously.

She looked at me very seriously and said, "We didn't expect you to come, Murong."

It's really shameless to reverse right and wrong to the extreme.

She rested her chin on one hand, rubbed the warm teacup with the other, half-smiled and sighed, "I didn't expect Murong to be such a romantic person. You've been on a plane for more than ten hours?"

You went beyond what you expected... "No, I have a layover in Dubai, with a few hours of rest in between."

"Well, how do you feel?" There was a little real concern in her tone, after all, she had seen me at that time with her own eyes.Said I didn't expect it, half of it is because of this.

I didn't think of it myself.

"It's all right, don't worry."

She finally put away the last trace of joking, and answered my question: "Qianli didn't ask me anything, it was Xiao Jin, someone under my subordinate told me that he was tracking someone's news, after a long time of checking, I paid attention , and found out he was looking for your stepfather, Brian Taylor."

Oh, I see.It's been too long, and Yan Jin doesn't know the inside story, so Qianli knows a name, but of course she can't find anyone.My stepfather, Brian Taylor... how long has it been since I've seen him?How many years have you not seen him?

"I want to apologize to you first, Murong." Yan Qian straightened her waist, which was sitting upright, and then bowed to me very formally, before continuing: "When we first met, for the sake of Yan Jin's For safety reasons, I sent someone to investigate your life experience, I am sorry."

"It's okay, I already know, I can understand."

"Thank you." She smiled and looked into my eyes, "At first I thought it was you who asked Xiaojin for help, but later I found out that it was Qianli. So, I gave her the address."

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, where is the logic of this causal relationship?

"Maybe I was moved by her." She smiled a little embarrassedly, "When you see someone loves another person so wholeheartedly, with such sincerity, you can't help feeling, um, really Good. Especially, the one who is loved is you, Murong. I hope you will forgive my self-assertion."

Heh, Jane wolf cub is very capable.

"Don't worry, I only hold the culprit accountable."

Yan Qian smiled wryly.

"Do those two know that I'm coming?" I asked, relying on her guilt, she was not polite at all.

She was also very cooperative, "No, how dare you report the news."

I snorted and looked at her playfully.

Immediately she was back to her easy-going look. "Are you going to London? I can arrange someone to take you there and leave at any time. Or should I ask them to come back? Qianli's luggage should still be in Xiaojin's place."

"No, I'll wait here. You go about your business, I'm fine. Thanks for the lunch, I didn't bring cash."

"Okay, I'll swipe the card." After she finished speaking, she beckoned the waiter to come over and pay the bill, and then added, "I'm not busy."

"Then I don't have time to accompany you. I want to go shopping. I'm here for vacation, aren't I?"

"Well, trust me, you'll have a lot more fun with a guide."

"Are you so free?"

"There's always time to spare." She blinked.

Kindness is difficult.

So, Yan Qian accompanied me back to the hotel to pick up my luggage, and then put me in Xiaojin's apartment, and she took the opportunity to live there herself, and then really walked around Frankfurt with me for two days in a leisurely way.

When Qianli came back, Yan Qiangang and I sat down in the living room to digest our food and drink.Yan Qian was leaning on the sofa and watching TV. I couldn't understand German, so I casually flipped through a Chinese book next to me. When I heard the movement at the door, they all looked up and looked at it. The feeling of being delivered to your door.

Qianli came in first.

The seat where I was sitting was facing the door, and as soon as the door opened, she bumped right into it.I took the time to look at the expression on her face. There was a moment of astonishment, a moment of panic, and a moment of shame.

I glanced at her lightly, turned a page of the book in my hand, then lowered my head and continued to read.

"Sister Murong?!" Yan Jin's voice sounded from behind Qianli, with a hint of horror.

I was about to scare him with a sneer, when Yan Qian suddenly stood up and walked over, quickly covered his mouth and led him out, before leaving, he patted Qianli on the shoulder, I couldn't see her expression , but that action is meaningful.

After the sound of closing the door, the room fell silent.Qianli stood at the door, looking at me motionless.

This reminds me of the first time she ran to my house to see me because she was worried about me, because she was worried that I would blame me, like a puppy pleasing its master, she looked at me attentively and timidly.However, it didn't take long, and now, although she was standing, she didn't seem to dare to approach, but looking at her like that, how could she be timid?That look can almost be said to be calm.The turmoil of a few minutes ago seems to be just my self-righteousness.

I couldn't help re-examining the person standing in front of me, but before I could see why, she suddenly moved.

She walked towards me in a leisurely manner, walked to my feet, squatted down on one knee, and then looked up at me.This posture reminds me of that New Year's Eve, when she knelt at my feet, held my hand, and said she would take care of me.

I looked down at her, expressionless.

She forced the corners of her mouth into a smile, as if laughing at herself, took the book from my hand, closed it and put it aside, then took my hands.I don't struggle or struggle, and let her fiddle with it.

"When did Murong come, did you come to pick me up?"

"Two days ago, it was." I replied calmly.

There was a strange look in her eyes, and her lips were tightly pressed together, as if trying to restrain something, she fell silent again.

It took her a long time to find her voice. "The school classes ended three days ago. I just came back from London and went to find Brian."

It's the same tone of admitting mistakes, like when he admitted that he created the Coffee Association.

Where do I need to re-examine her, she is here, has always been like this, firm, persistent, forward courageously, has never changed.In the future, it should not change.

"I was self-righteous, I made my own claims, I didn't consider your feelings, I'm sorry. I lied to you that there was still a week before the holiday, and I was full of lies. I failed your trust. I'm sorry. I also, I let you sit alone for ten minutes. A few hours of flight, let you down, let you down, sad... I'm sorry..." At the end, my eyes were red, but I still looked at me stubbornly.

That's right, it is.

"I'm sorry, Murong."

I said nothing.Because, it is not irrelevant, nor can it be forgiven immediately.However, "If you were given a chance to start all over again, would you still go?"

"go."

look.

"I'll still go, but I won't hide it from you, let alone lie to you!" She hastily argued, vowing, "I will tell you. If this is your knot, I will help you untie it It! I can't see you like that again, sad and sad, I'm so scared, I'm afraid you come back from outside like last time, if it wasn't for me waiting for you, if it wasn't for me..." She suddenly stopped talking, just like that red Looking at me with squinting eyes, pursed his mouth, and looked like he was about to cry or not, as if he had been greatly wronged.

She was actually wronged.

"Then have you seen him?"

"I see, he is exactly as you described."

"What are you going to see him for?"

"I just asked him if he blamed you. He said no, never. He said he always loved you."

I'm not surprised at all, I know, I always knew...

"What if he blames me?"

"Then I won't tell you. I might say I didn't see him."

Heh, the plan was quite thorough, but you lied to me again.

"Then?"

"He lives well, has a gentle wife, and a lovely child, you don't have to worry."

Ah, he has a lovely baby?

"anything else?"

"I told him you are fine now, he said he knew, he said he has been in touch with your father—"

My tears flowed down suddenly without warning.

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