C63

I dragged my heavy luggage and sat alone in the cafe outside of the school, waiting for Shen Xiuyuan to come over to pick me up. He had just flown back from Paris and had to take care of some work there.

With the piece of paper in my hand, I sat down and flipped it open. Inevitably, I felt a little apprehensive.

The handwriting was somewhat hurried.

At the end of the note, there was even a picture of a boy and a girl signing and collecting by the sea. The setting sun had drawn their silhouettes very long, making them look extremely beautiful, and it was a sight to behold.

California.

I have never been to this place before, but because of the name Peng Haobai, I started to yearn for him.

If we go far away, far, far away, see him every day in the sunset painting, he listen to me standing in the waves singing, the day is so beautiful. All of my love is clear and transparent, I would be happy for a long time because of the shell's thread, I would be sad because I couldn't fly a kite any time soon, such a simple and pure life, I know it's the best life for Peng Haobai.

I also believe that he can live a good life like that.

But not with me.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed, I also wanted to live like that, simple and pure as my favorite rock music.

But life doesn't have so many satisfying things. I'm not worthy of that kind of life. to the point of being unworthy of Peng Haobai.

In the end, I gritted my teeth and tore off the slip of paper.

See you later.

By the way, I secretly apologize to him in my heart. He was always thinking of me, but I couldn't meet him in California anymore.

I'm sorry, I'm so young.

The torn piece of paper was in my hand. The milk tea in front of me had turned a little cold. I took a big sip and my mouth was filled with soft and soft black balls.

Suddenly, a figure approached me and I thought it was Shen Xiuyuan. When I raised my head, I saw that it was an unfamiliar man.

He was dressed in shabby clothes and looked to be in a very sorry state. His back was hunched and his hands and feet were trembling. His hair was a mess, as if he had not taken a bath for many days.

He was standing across from me, sizing me up. He held a picture in his dark fingers, as if he was comparing me to the person in the photo. After repeating it over and over again, he cautiously stuck his head out and asked, "Are you Lu Weian?"

I frowned and unconsciously leaned back. The smell of him was so unpleasant that I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Are you Lu Weian?"

The strange thing was that he spoke very clearly and his pronunciation in Mandarin was very standard. He didn't look like a migrant worker like he did on the surface.

he asked me again, and I nodded in astonishment.

"You are …?"

When the man saw me nod, his eyes lit up and he moved closer to me. I looked at him, and my eyes seemed to turn red.

But no matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn't remember ever meeting such a person.

The next second, the man unexpectedly kneeled in front of me.

She called me "Miss."

… ….

？？？？

Why does this look so much like a play between an old social eunuch and the Imperial Concubine? I guess this man's head isn't quite right, he doesn't even want his milk tea anymore. I was just about to leave with my suitcase.

However, he still didn't budge.

"You are the Miss Lu, do you still remember me? I am the Old Pan."

Old Pan? I am very familiar with this name, because our family's previous butler was called Old Pan, but our family's Old Pan is much cleaner than this man.

It doesn't look like it either.

"You may have mistaken him." I awkwardly reminded him to get around behind the chair to get out of the way.

"That won't happen, I've been at the Lu family ever since you were three years old. Watching you go abroad until you were ten years old, I'm the butler Old Pan, how could you not recognize me?"

I was even more surprised to hear him say that. Old Pan did indeed come to our house when I was three years old. Furthermore, how did he know that I left the country when he was ten years old?

It was so strange that I wanted to find out what was going on, so I put the suitcase down again and frowned at him.

"Just who are you?"

He didn't say anything, but showed me the photo with a trembling hand.

It showed three people standing in the doorway of my old home, a white parterre, and the vines of gardenias, all familiar to me.

There was also my parents in the photo. They stood side by side, their eyes involuntarily and gently falling on the child in the middle. I could feel their love for the child even through the photos. It was the kind of love that only my parents showed.

But when I looked at the girl, although her facial features somewhat resembled mine, I always felt that it wasn't me.

I took the photo, frowning as I tried to recall it, still unimpressed.

I don't remember when I took this set of photos with my parents. Was it too long ago for me to remember? This photo looks like I was ten years old when my mother wore a dress I bought with her before leaving the country...

But this girl …

"Who is this girl, is it me?"

I knew it was a strange question, because anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was me, and there was no point in it at all.

I waited for the man called Old Pan to answer. My gaze was fixed on the photo, waiting for a long time, but I didn't get a reply.

Puzzled, she raised her head only to see Shen Xiuyuan's face.

"An'an." He was worn out from his journey, so he should have hurried over.

My eyes were wandering behind him, searching for the figure of Old Pan. Just a second before he left, he found his last figure.

He left in a hurry, and I still have the picture.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Xiuyuan asked me, but he did not notice anything, so he picked up the milk tea on the table and started to gulp it down.

"It's so bad." After drinking it, he frowned with disdain, "I just can't drink cheap milk tea. It feels like I'm drinking a horse's urine …"

The next second, I could hear the customers around me spitting milk tea.

Looking out from the French windows, Old Pan has already boarded a bus on the other side of the road. I wonder where he's going, and if he'll come looking for me.

I hid the photo in my pocket, not showing it to Shen Xiuyuan.

It's because I faintly feel that when Old Pan left, he did not even greet them. Perhaps it's because someone came.

"Let's go."

Shen Xiuyuan grabbed my arm: "Go and have a drink."

I jerked my head back and pinched his thigh.

"We, the poor students, are able to afford this milk tea. It is already extravagant, alright!"

"What poor student? You're my, Shen Xiuyuan's, daughter, how can I, her, be poor? If you lack money, come find me." Shen Xiuyuan was good at bluffing, "Tell me, what do you want to eat, pick today."

I could think of nothing else to eat, except hamburgers and fries, and then only pizza and fried chicken.

After dinner, I followed Shen Xiuyuan home. It was rare for him to put away his game console neatly, so he didn't have the intention of taking it out to play.

He said it was for my college entrance exam, and that he would not see the light of day until after my college entrance exam. He couldn't even take down King's Glory.

"Can you not be so exaggerated..." I helplessly shook my head: "It can't be that King's Glory has been uninstalled, right? I even played a match this morning. If you don't play games, what are you doing every day? Wouldn't that suffocate you to death?"

Hearing my words, Shen Xiuyuan immediately dropped his face, full of unhappiness.

"What do you mean you don't let me play games and don't know what to do every day? Is your Uncle Xiu Yuan the type of person to do nothing in your eyes?!" I also need the nourishment of my culture and knowledge to help me grow, okay? "

I was sick of hearing it, so I told him to stop.

"Will the Uncle Huainan come back on the day of my college entrance examination?"

I wanted to ask this question until I went to bed.

As Shen Xiuyuan helped me make up the bed, he shook his head: "That busybody, even when I called him, he still needed to calculate the time and expenses. Tell me, how much would it cost to have him accompany you for the test?"

I pouted. "When did I let him accompany me for the exam? I was just casually asking." I slipped under the blanket, my head sank into the soft cloud pillow and looked at Shen Xiuyuan. "It's good that he didn't come, as he saved me the trouble of making too much noise, I won't be able to take the examination peacefully."

He smiled with a doting look on his face as he tucked me in, "Un, since I'm here, don't think about anything else. Besides finding him when you need money, don't think about him at other times.

The only thing they could hear was Shen Xiuyuan saying this, the relationship they had after growing up together was indeed different from that of an ordinary person.

"Uncle Xiuyuan." I blinked at him.

"Eh?" His blood vessels were gentle and tender.

"Now that you're laughing, there are deep wrinkles at the corners of your eyes …"

"..."

Shen Xiuyuan's face changed drastically. After being stunned for a second, he jumped up from the bed. His hands were massaging the corners of his eyes as he nervously walked out of my room.

"Hey!" Close the door for me! "

"Wait!" I'll apply a face mask first! "Damn, with my flower-like age, how can I get wrinkles?"

"Your daughter is already this old, but she's still like a flower?"

"Lu Weian! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute! "

I was in the bedroom, he was in the bathroom, one word at a time, and neither of us would let the other go.

Good.