Every day, servants come in to clean it. It's the same as many years ago. There are lots of music scores on the huge bookcase. There is a violin in the window beside the window, and there are various trophies.
He opened the door of the cabinet and gently plucked the string. It had not been corrected for many years. The string was loose and could not play.
He stood still.
Nine years old. He was nine years old, and suddenly he lost his father.
When he died in July, his mother first sent him to his official home outside Shaocheng for fear that he would stay in the master's house to see things and think about others. He spent the darkest summer vacation in Shaocheng.
The whole family was worried about him, and everyone took care of his emotions.
However, at the end of August, he was seriously ill. He had a high fever, talked nonsense all day and night, and was hard to get tea. His grandparents were so frightened that he invited many famous doctors to the house to treat him. Finally, he was cured.
In October, his mother sent him to study in England. Fu Cheng and He Jun went together. His grandmother was worried. An old lady who didn't know English had to go to a foreign country to take care of him. He stayed for a few years until he went to high school and gradually came out of the shadow of his father's death, and then returned to Shaocheng.
Everything here is the same: the sofa, the desk, the books and penholder on it, the oil painting on the wall, the chandelier on the head and the carpet under the foot, and the Clivia growing on the windowsill.
It's just that there is no gentle and easy-going man standing on the windowsill smiling and waving to him.
Until he met wenjo, he thought he was special, he thought that Wenqiao could only live on him, but until she was in midtown and did not see him, she also recovered from her coma.
If facing a big enemy, until now, always will wake up from the nightmare.
He is not the only one, not special. Wenjo will find his lies at any time. He will find that it is not because of his appearance that he wakes up, and that there will be someone else who can save her from him.
It doesn't feel good.
He didn't like the arrangement of fate. There was another person in the world that Joel could rely on, but he couldn't find out who it was.
The rain gradually stopped, he left home, returned to the apartment, and hugged Wenqiao, who was video with Lu youyou.
Lu youyou at the end of the video
"Well, Joe, hang up first. I'll tell you about the company tomorrow."
Wenjo touched his head: "what's the matter with you?"
"Tomorrow, father."
Wenqiao's voice was blocked, and he didn't know what to say to comfort him. After a long time, he said, "do you want to go to the cemetery to mourn?"
"Well."
Wenjo can only comfort: "it is over, your father in heaven does not want to see you too sad."
"There's no way to take you now."
"Well, I know."
Late at night, at the back door of the small courtyard on Jingnan Road, standing opposite Gu Xiao, is his subordinate Haili.
Haili wore a high horse tail, big round earrings, a small leather skirt, and high horse boots. She looked at Gu Xiao with a smile: "in fact, I don't understand one thing. Why did you let me steal a tube of blood from Fu Nanli hospital last time, and why did you go to Zhongcheng to save Wenqiao? She fainted two days ago and you didn't save her. Don't you like her mother?"
Gu Xiao leaned against the wall, with no expression on his face. "Fu Nanli likes Wenqiao. Do you think that if you let him feel that he is not Wenqiao's only medicine, will he suffer from suffering in his heart? Maybe he thought he lied to wenjo, but what he said was not a lie at all, but he would feel guilty that he was lying. Well, don't you think that's interesting? "
Haley raised her eyebrows. "I see."