God said he likes you

The fragments of wall paint floating in the air returned to the wall like a puzzle and were assembled completely without a trace of cracks. Gu Yan returned to the original position, and time began to flow again.

Tang Wan didn't notice anything unusual, and introduced the things in the room to Gu Yan. He did have several paintings in his collection, and told Gu Yan about their origins one by one. Several of them were made by the same person. A well-known modern painter, Tang Wan called him his friend.

After introducing the painting, Tang Wan opened the window, the wind from outside poured in, and the white pigeon flew past obliquely.

The scenery here is really good, there are no high-rise buildings around, and you can see far away.

The excuse Gu Yan made was that he wanted to come up to take pictures, but he didn’t even have a camera now, so he had to ask Tang Wan for a pen and paper, and drew a sketch twice outside the window. Tang Wan stared blankly, looking up for a while. On the paper, he exclaimed: "You draw really well."

Gu Yan smiled, put away the sketches, and looked at Shen Shinian.

Shen Shinian has been standing at the door, neither interested in paintings nor landscapes, his eyes are heavy, he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Since they had to rush to the airport, they didn't stay for long, and soon said goodbye to Tang Wan.

The shadow of the camphor tree fell on the two of them. Shen Shinian looked at the time and hesitated for a while before saying, "I want to go to a place."

Gu Yan was slightly taken aback, and asked him, "Where are you going?"

"It's nearby," Shen Shinian said, "very close."

Before he acted, Gu Yan had a premonition of where he was going, and as expected, Shen Shinian brought him to an old-fashioned residential area, passing through narrow corridors, and dim wall lamps shone on the two of them.

There was a thick layer of dust on the anti-theft door, and Shen Shinian's outstretched hand stopped. He first took out the mask from the suitcase, put it on Gu Yan, and then put his hand on the door lock.

For him who can manipulate metal, unlocking is a breeze. It is obvious that this door has not been opened for a long time, and Gu Yan can smell a very dull smell even wearing a mask.

Years of dust accumulation made the inside unbelievably dirty, especially when the windows were not closed tightly, the windowsills were rusted around, and the colorless curtains fluttered in the wind.

The furniture in the room is very complete. It can be seen that someone has carefully arranged it a long time ago. There are flower pots and flower stands on the balcony. Unfortunately, the plants inside are basically dead, and weeds grew in one or two pots. The only color in the room.

Shen Shinian pushed open the bedroom door.

There is only one bed in the bedroom, enough for two children to sleep together. There is a desk and bookcase next to the window. There are several trophies on the bookcase, and there are two crystal balls that are so dirty that you can't even see what is inside.

Although it is a long time ago, traces of the two children's life can still be seen in the bedroom, such as the neatly folded test papers on the desk, two pillows, one large and one small, on the bed, and two vertical records of height on the wall scale table.

The two records stopped at a certain point, and Gu Yan made a rough comparison. The tallest one was still some distance away from his waist, which means that the children who lived here only grew to this height before leaving forever this place.

Shen Shinian's mental activity didn't seem to be as much as Gu Yan's. He was not interested in everything in the room, so he went straight to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a photo album from it.

The cover of the album was dilapidated, and the corners seemed to have been eaten by something. Gu Yan saw a small spider crawling from the side. The little guy was knocked off the ground by a hand before he could figure out the situation.

Shen Shinian didn't open it to read, but put the photo album into the suitcase, and said to Gu Yan, "Let's go."

When the door closed, Gu Yan seemed to come out of an old dream. He stood at the entrance of the corridor and finally found the camphor tree that Shen Shinian was talking about. It didn't grow on the street, but under this building. The green branches extend to the sky, and the sunlight casts its mottled shadow on the corridor.

Gu Yan stood still, and Shen Shinian, who had already walked a short distance, looked back at him.

He suddenly asked, "Where's your goldfish?"

Shen Shinian froze for a moment, and replied, "Dead."

Gu Yan took a step forward and walked side by side with him, with the corners of his mouth stiffly pulled together, he said: "I also raised goldfish when I was young, but I couldn't keep them alive for some reason, and none of them lived for three months... Later, my mother Don’t let me raise them anymore, it’s too troublesome to take care of small animals.”

Shen Shinian stared at his side face with a complicated expression. He remained silent all the time, and didn't ask Gu Xing when he thought of these things. This question is not important.

Sooner or later, he would remember it, and it would be trouble if he couldn't remember it, at least it would make Shen Shinian feel a little more at ease.

"It's more troublesome to take care of people." Gu Yan turned his head to look at him and said, "Thank you for taking care of me these days."

Shen Shinian held his breath, not knowing what to say for a moment, he paused for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry."

Gu Yan smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said frivolously: "So you also know that I was tired yesterday?"

He glanced at his palm, Shen Shinian's eyes dodged, and his breath was a little cramped for a moment when he let go, watching Gu Yan stretch out his hand to cover his hand, gently rubbing the lines on his palm.

"It's okay," Gu Yan said in a low voice, "You have helped me too."

Last night, each of them took one session, and no one owed anyone, but Gu Yan taught it a little hard. Fortunately, Shen Shinian has a high understanding, and it didn't take long for him to grasp the essentials.

So he didn't suffer a loss, but made a blood profit.

As soon as Gu Yan finished speaking, someone pulled his wrist away, and immediately fell into a strong and warm embrace. Shen Shinian's breath fell on his neck. He closed his eyes and felt the tenderness of the other party's neck. Pulse, and repeated: "...I'm sorry."

Shen Shinian felt guilty too much, he piled up so many lies in front of Gu Yan, but he still failed to protect this person well.Sometimes he couldn't help wondering if many things would have been different if he had been more patient and hadn't extended an umbrella to Gu Yan on that rainy day.

Gu Yan lives in a world completely opposite to his. He has family, friends, and many people who like him and love him. This is the beauty that "that person" paid for everything and even his life. Just standing in the corner and watching him is enough, but people are always greedy, and he still couldn't control himself after all.

Sometimes it takes more courage to stay where you are than to move forward.

"You seem to like saying this to me very much," Gu Yan sighed, "How can you understand that some things are not your fault."

After a pause, he said again: "...and I also hope that you can be more greedy."

The two big boys stood on the old stairs and hugged each other like this, Gu Yan's back was lowered to the wall, the shadow of the camphor tree cast on him, and his shadow was entangled with Shen Shinian.

Gu Yan thought that when this tree reappeared in Shen Shinian's mind in the future, it might not be a nightmare anymore.

Île-de-France, 92 provinces, a suburban horse farm.

The air after the rain is fresh and comfortable, and the lawn carefully tended by the professional is neat and flat. Chu Xinran is riding on the back of a Friesian horse with a flowing mane. He is wearing a professional equestrian suit, and the whip in his hand has a long history. Inscribed with the name of a French Emperor.

The polo match was just halfway through, and now it was halftime, and the young people who were fighting on the field just now gathered together and chatted happily.

They are all descendants of famous families. Although they do not have actual titles now, some people are still willing to add a title of honor to their names in some public places.

Among them, only Chu Xinran was alone. Among the young talents, his tall and straight figure stood out the most, and because of his special status, he often became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Your golf skills have improved again," someone rode over to talk to him, "Where did you go to train again?"

Chu Xinran glanced at him with a flat gaze: "No time."

The man smiled and said: "It must be the same, the young master of the Leroy family will not be as leisurely as us."

"One last reminder, Count Robert," Chu Xinran stared into his eyes and said, "My surname is Chu, not Leroy."

"It's all the same," Leon Robert shrugged. "I don't think everyone here should care what your surname is. They only know that you are the sole heir of the Leroy family. You have to accept the reality, right?"

Leon and Chu Xinran have studied in the same public school. Compared with other people, the relationship between the two is not bad. In fact, many people in the school want to make friends with Chu Xinran, but his personality is too much. He is weird, and he doesn't often appear in the public eye. He will be absent from some important social activities, so there are very few people who can talk to him.

"Who says I'm the only one?" Chu Xinran sneered, "My mother is only 40 years old, and the next heir can come at any time."

Leon was stunned, and quietly leaned over and said, "I understand you. To be honest, if my old man hadn't left too early, who the hell would want to be an earl? My dream has always been to become an actor in Hollywood."

Chu Xinran reminded him: "Wake up, the Republic is here, and your title is long gone."

Leon: "..."

Who just called him Monsieur Earl?

While the two were talking, a certain child had been lying around the fence and staring at them, both Chu Xinran and Leon recognized him.

Leon was a little surprised, and whispered, "Why did he come?"

Chu Xinran shook his head. Leon didn't know what he meant, but he got off his horse and walked towards the child.

The child smiled shyly at him, gesturing something with his hand, and the nanny next to him said to Chu Xinran, "He is greeting you."

This child has a congenital disease, cannot speak, and is in poor health. A year ago, the doctor concluded that he would not be able to wait until this autumn. It stands to reason that he should be lying at home or in the hospital at this time, so Leon saw He was so surprised.

Only Chu Xinran knew that not only could he live until autumn, but he would experience many more autumns in the future. Someone pulled him back from the clutches of death.

And that person was his grandmother, Madame Adele Capet.

Chu Xinran looked up and saw a figure in a black dress not far away. Mrs. Capet was wearing a gorgeous hat with a black veil hanging down to cover her entire face. If someone can see her face clearly, then You will be amazed by her fair and delicate skin and girly face.

Adele beckoned to the child, and the child ran towards her immediately. Chu Xinran leaned on the railing with one hand, climbed over to the other side effortlessly, and walked there too.

"Where are you going?" Leon shouted behind him, "The game is not over yet."

Chu Xinran just waved his hands slightly without turning his head. Although it was not a gentleman's style to leave halfway, everyone already knew his personality, so they arranged for a substitute to come on stage.

"Mrs. Capet," Chu Xinran greeted her politely, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Adele smiled and reached out to him, "It's been a few days since I saw you last time."

Chu Xinran kissed her gloves and replied, "It's been a long time."

"Young people always think that time passes slowly," Adele stared at him, "but as long as you reach my age, you will understand that time is the last thing you can keep."

"Really?" Chu Xinran raised her eyes, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, "Then you need to get used to it now, after all no one has as much time as you."

Adele was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "I have something to tell you."

"about what?"

"Padma," Adele replied, "she told me a secret."

The author has something to say: This is from yesterday, let me make it up first