As soon as Wen Du saw them, she forgot the purpose of her visit, found the dog food on the table, and fed them one by one.

By the way, I also took a video and sent it to Sheng Yu.

Twilight: It's cute.

At this time, Sheng Yu was standing at the airport and smiled when he saw the news.

He could imagine the scene.

A warm home, with soft light, she bent her eyes and smiled, squatting on the ground, surrounded by tea, rice, oil and salt.

This is the life he yearns for.

He stared at his phone, today was his last step, letting Twilight look at the paintings.

That's all his love, now spread out and all exposed to her sight, if she can accept it, then he caught this person, and he really never let go.

He gave her time to escape.

Of course, with some confidence, she will accept it, right?

The smile on his lips tended to be nil because of his contemplation.

"Handsome guy, can you add a WeChat?"

Sheng Yu raised his head, his face detached: "I'm sorry, I have a family." ”

"Ahh

Sheng Eucalyptus's home is actually not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, but each room is very large.

The living room is arranged like this probably because of the fact that there are four large dogs, so that they can have fun.

That's why Twilight was able to find a studio so well.

The studio is also spacious, with a row of bookshelves on the right, piled up with books on it, retro-style decoration, and a strong smell of sandalwood and books when you enter.

The walls are still covered with paintings.

There was a drawing board by the window, and an unfinished painting was still on it, and the bonfire was with her, colored, and even the light under her eyes could be seen clearly.

She looked up at the paintings on the wall, and then noticed that they were all her.

All of them, with her.

I don't know why she was a little nervous, her heart was beating wildly, as if she was about to burst out of her throat.

From the first painting, Wen Dui looks at the white dress.

The memory was pulled apart, she liked to wear white dresses, but that was seven years ago.

Seven years ago, she was particularly fond of white, but then she went to France, and her vision changed and she began to like things with bright colors.

On the wall, she is green and beautiful, and her smile is very big.

There was a conjecture in her mind, and she couldn't believe it deeply, and the answer was about to come out, but her palms were wet.

Twilight looked down and saw a small book on it, spread out.

Just as she was hesitating to look at it, she unconsciously aimed at the words on it and froze her gaze.

"Twenty-two years old,

I met a girl.

It was the only thing I was excited about at the end of my rope. ”

She was breathing slightly, staring at the four words of the end of the road, and felt as if someone had pinched her throat, and her chest was stuffy and swollen.

She sat down on the arm of her chair and flipped back, and there were many empty pages in between, all blank.

Twilight rubbed the paper and found that there were traces of tearing it off, she pursed her lips and touched the place where it had been torn, patiently turning back page by page.

Finally.

"Twenty-nine-year-old Sheng Eucalyptus,

There is a treasure secretly hidden in my heart.

Her surname is Wen, and her single name is Twilight. ”

Warm, twilight.

His handwriting is handsome, and the finish is clean, as clean as he is. And the two words "warm twilight" are written particularly deeply, as if when writing seriously, more seriously, stroke by stroke, these two words are traced.

Wen Twilight clutched the footer in her hand and didn't speak for a long time.

But there was water in her eyes, and an impulse rushed out of her heart, making her want to see him now, and asked him, did you start liking me seven years ago?

But the answer is obvious, isn't it?

He really secretly liked her for seven years.

In the years she didn't know, in the time when she thought that this person had been separated from this world, but she was alone and guarded the first meeting of the two people, silently waiting for her to come back.

Is that so?

So coincidentally, on the first day she went to the square, she met him, thinking that he was reunited after a long absence.

A tear dripped onto the paper, she nervously wiped the sleeve of her dress, stood up and wiped her tears, and trembled her hands to call Sheng Yu.

She had probably never felt this way, suddenly wanted to see someone, suddenly wanted to give him a hug.

Just at the moment when I picked up the phone, the company's phone rang suddenly.

Wen Duan hung up, but Zhuang Xinqing persevered and fought again, and the heat surge just now was instantly extinguished by cold water.

She narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice: "Sister Qing." ”

"The company needs to receive a person who has come back from France, and Mr. Ke will let you go by name. ”

"Me?"

"Yes, I heard that she has a bad temper and a strange personality, so let you communicate. ”

"Sister Qing, can you change someone? I have something to do here. ”

The opposite side stopped, it was Zhuang Xinqing who asked something, she couldn't really hear it, and when she came out of the studio, Zhuang Xinqing also said helplessly:

"Mr. Ke said that you must go, which is what the other party asked. ”

Wen Du frowned: "Do you know who it is?"

"I don't know yet, I just know it's a woman. ”

“... Is it past now?"

"It looks like you've already gotten off the plane, so you should come here as soon as possible. ”

"Good. Wen Du looked back at the studio, closed the door, and walked out of Sheng Yu's house.

Messaged him before leaving.

[I left first when the company was in a hurry, and I also fed the tea, rice, oil and salt, so don't worry.] ]

was still hesitant to tell him that she had something to say, but after enduring it, she would bring herself to see him when she was done.

Sheng Yu was silent for a long time when he received the message, and a thousand words were only gathered into one good word.

After returning home, Sheng Yu first swept with his big eyes, ignored the four who rushed over, and went straight into the studio.

In fact, he couldn't see any traces, he didn't know if it was more disappointment or the stone that was pressing on his heart was relaxed, but when he walked to the desk, he saw the diary on the desk.

His pupils instantly turned very dark.

She looked.

But she was gone again.

He pressed the lip line, took the notebook and put it in a drawer, locked it, and when he came out, Xiao Yan surrounded him, sat in front of him and looked at him with a blank eye.

Sheng Yu crouched down, rubbed its head, and stared blankly at the floor, "How was Twilight feeling when she left?"

Little Salt rubbed his hand.

"Does Twilight still want me..."

Xiao You, who was not far away, looked up at him, and then fell down and arched the ball next to his mouth.

He stood up suddenly, Xiao Yan rushed over and held his foot, Sheng Yu lowered his head: "Good, get out of the way." ”

It straightened up and pounced up, Sheng Eucalyptus took a step back, and it pounced, lying on the ground staggering and not moving.

He only glanced at it, then turned to the bathroom, and soon finished the shower and lay down on the bed to sleep with the quilt pulled.

It's eleven o'clock in the morning.

I don't know how long I fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed that Twilight was wearing a white dress and smiling at him among the pigeons, and just as he reached out to hug her, she suddenly turned into a white dove and flew away.

Sheng Yu woke up instantly, in a cold sweat, lifted the quilt and looked down at the white pigeon on his abdomen.

It's like comforting yourself.

"Didn't fly away. ”