Ouyang Qing didn't know what was going on before she could react to what was going on, and then she felt her back slam against the wall by the window.

"Who, why are you spying on me?" It sounded like it came from hell, with blood and coldness.

She couldn't see the man's face in the dark, but she was sure that the man was the owner of the recycle bin.

"I... It's a journalist. No malice." She struggled to spit out the words, and she felt like she was about to die of breath when she was choked by him.

"Why snoop on me." Obviously, even if he knew she was the reporter, he didn't have the slightest intention of believing or letting her go.

"I just want to know... Are you that night... The man who helped me." She tried hard to break his hand around her neck, but to no avail.

The man stared at her for a long moment before letting go: "Leave immediately." After saying that, he was leaving.

She fainted, and when she woke up, the room was still dark, but she was lying on the bed, her clothes were neat, and her body showed no signs of being violated. The man was gone, she didn't know how the man had quietly entered her room, and she didn't know if the man had turned on the light and looked at the room before turning off the light and leaving, or if he had never turned on the light.

She turned on the light, looked in the mirror, and the pinch marks on her neck were obvious.

Ordinary businessmen do not and do not need to be so vigilant, ordinary businessmen will not have such skills, and ordinary businessmen will not have such a compelling and bloody atmosphere.

Once again, her "professionalism" was greatly stimulated, and she wanted to find out the true face of this man.

She was originally a quiet and cold young woman of literature and art, but all of a sudden she left her coldness behind, since she couldn't check it secretly, then she put everything on the surface, and from then on, she stayed outside the door of the recycle bin whenever she was free, whether he ignored her or not, she just followed him.

"I'm going to interview you." No matter how cold he is, that's what she says.

Three months later, when she crouched at his door again until he came home, his heart softened and allowed her into his house.

She walked into this living room for the first time with excitement and curiosity, which she had observed in the middle of the night. Simple and atmospheric furniture, solid wood floors, black wrought iron chandeliers, all of which showed the man's expansive but somewhat dull personality. Pink curtains and pink sofa towels clearly had a woman's taste.

Van Gogh's sunflowers like to use bright and brilliant yellow to express vigorous vitality and bright and brilliant sunshine, but the color of this sunflower is reddish, and the composition is also different. Van Gogh's most famous "Sunflowers" is 12 sunflowers in a bottle. 12 disciples of Jesus. This painting has only nine pieces. Van Gogh's sunflowers are withered, some are budding, some are in full bloom, and some are in full bloom and stand tall.

But in the same way, the petals of the sunflowers on the whole picture also dance like a raging flame, full of artist-like wisdom and aura, but also with the primitive and passionate impulse and enthusiasm of life.

"You drew it." She had asked to break the embarrassment of silence.

She stared at him with wide eyes, a young owner of a scrapyard, who could paint oil paintings, and he did so well.

The so-called interview began, and she finally heard him say his name in person: Xiao Tian.

At the time, she didn't think about the place this name would occupy in her life, but she simply muttered in her heart, even the name was so cool and handsome.

He didn't say much, he just said that he was an orphan, he left school at the age of 15 and left the city to start making a living.

As she was leaving, she made a request, "Can you take off your sunglasses and let me see you for real?"

"Is it necessary?" He replied with four words, and then asked her out of the house.

Later, she investigated the name through various relationships, and was surprised to learn that this man had been called a prodigy since he was a child, that he was an orphan, that he left school at the age of 15, that he did not say that he had completed his undergraduate studies by himself at the age of 15, and that he had also refused special admission letters from two first-class universities in China.

Seeing the results of such an investigation, she was puzzled: why did he refuse the opportunity to be envied by others? Because of money, the notice he received was a special offer letter of double exemption, exemption from the examination and free of charge, why did he leave the city to make a living in other places, according to common sense, shouldn't people stay in the city they are familiar with to make a living? this city is also the capital city of Qiaodong Province, the economy is developed, and the opportunities are much greater than those of other cities.

What is the story behind this man, he is the same age as her, if he also went to college, he would have just graduated from college by now, he is so young, but he is so knowledgeable, he has built the foundation of his career in such a short time, and his ideas are so different.

She sank in, she sank into the mystery of this man, she sank into the specialness of this man, she sank into the look on his face when he said "I won't tell you".

She followed him as always.No matter how cold he was.No matter how cold he was.She wasn't a cheerful person.She didn't smile.She didn't flatter.She didn't say nice things to break the cold and hard atmosphere.She just followed him.She followed him without saying a word.She followed him with tears in her eyes.

Why follow him, I don't know, what to do with him, I don't know.

All she knew was that she wanted to see him, she wanted to stay with him.

After the so-called interview in the living room, he treated her with a cold face for more than half a year, and she followed him like this for more than half a year, until one day he finally turned around, looked at her, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

She looked at him and replied, "I want to have a friend."

"Don't you have any friends?"

"Nothing like you."

Of course, she has friends around her, and there are many of them, since she was a child, but she doesn't know how many of them are not because of her father who is in a high position.

From that day on, they became friends, she began to walk into his world, and he slowly got to know her.

She confirmed that the man on the motorcycle that night was indeed him, and he silently confirmed her suspicion that there was another identity behind his identity as a businessman, but he didn't say a word about it, and she never asked him again.

He entered the building materials industry, entered the real estate industry, and entered the high-tech field. She accompanied him all the way. At one time, he needed funds when he was in the most difficult time. He mortgaged his house and car to the bank for loans. Without saying a word, she gave him her real estate certificate and car keys, and also helped him find a relationship and get a low-interest loan.

She did everything she could to help him remove all obstacles and difficulties, she put his needs before her own, she saw his rapid development and growth along the way, accompanied him to feel the hardships and sorrows and the joy of success along the way, she was not his lover, but the woman behind his real success.

She never said she loved him, but everything she did told him that she loved him.

The black-and-white photo in front of him reminded him of his beginnings with her, the days she had walked with him, he turned his head slightly to look at her, she was looking at the photo in his hand, and there was a look of nostalgia and memory on her face.

Such a moment made him feel the urge to hug her in his arms, but reason told him that no.

"It's inevitable that people will have nostalgia, but people have to look forward after all." He looked at her, implicitly persuading her, and his eyes were full of love and pity.

Her gaze shifted from the picture to his face, "I know, it's just that some of the past can't be let go. Isn't that what your nine sunflowers are?"

His eyes froze slightly. He painted the sunflower in honor of his group, and there were nine of them in this group, and he himself, and then one of the team members died in an operation, and he was sad and sad, and he missed the old days together, and he painted the sunflower. He hoped that his group members would be like the nine sunflowers in the bottle in the painting, and never wither.

He never told her what the painting meant, but she knew what he meant because of the way he looked at it.

"Our hearts should be like the sunflowers, and we should all yearn for the light at all times, shouldn't we?"

He ignored the bloody sadness behind the painting, and let her see more of the other positive intentions, which was also the intention of painting this painting when he was so gloomy because of the death of his comrade and the death of his lover, that he was using the painting to comfort himself, and now he is comforting her in the same way.

She looked at him, and she understood his reassurance, but she said in her heart, "My light is you, but now, my greatest darkness comes from you."

She didn't want to see him grieve for her, so she tried to get rid of her grief.

She saw the dark green under his eyes.He must have barely slept last night.Is it for her or for me.I think it can only be for her.Yesterday, the posters of her and Qiu Yan were openly hung in the commercial centers of all districts of the city.With how much he cares about her.I must have been angry in my heart.