I remember you......

I remember you.

I remember you!!

Lu Yan felt that there were only these four words left in his head.

So, Joan remembered him, remembered their celebration at Maple Wah Middle School, remembered the "Faith" he sang at the school celebration – the "Faith" she played to him for the violin......

She heard his mind and understood his mind, but this result made Lu Yan even more depressed and desperate.

"I'm sorry, I'm celibate. I don't believe in marriage, I don't believe in love. I...... I should have told you earlier...... But, but ......"

But the rest of the content, Lu Yan no longer wants to recall.

Thirteen years of secret love has indeed made this emotion the thickest and most inseparable part of his life, and the refusal of a "sorry, I can't accept your feelings" will not break him, but Joan's "knowing but pretending not to know" is a fatal blow, enough to destroy him.

The photos were not lost, the violin was not lost, and you and I did not forget.

But why, why did it end like this?

Joan, next, how am I going to face myself and you?

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Joan on the 35th floor was also extremely remorseful at the moment, why was she saying something like that?

Just because of the other party's "open and honest"?

Lu Yan obviously didn't tell all the truth, he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear the weight of her thirteen-year secret love, and he was afraid that she would feel guilty, how could she ...... Tell the most hurtful truth?

Especially seeing Lu Yan's depressed appearance, Qiao An felt as if his heart had been pinched and hurt.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, Qiao An couldn't sleep, so after tossing and turning for an hour, she finally picked up the phone and dialed Tan Xinyue, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, for help.

Qiao An spoke illogically on the other end of the phone for more than half an hour, Tan Xinyue listened patiently, and when she finally stopped, Tan Xinyue asked gently: "You don't want to accept the other party's feelings, and you don't want to hurt the peace, so you have maintained a harmonious cooperative relationship with him." ”

“…… Well. ”

"You don't want him to know that you remember him, but it's out of control. You're sad and regret it right now, aren't you?"

“…… Well. ”

"If you hadn't told him, would you continue to maintain an agent and artist relationship with him in the future?"

"I ...... I don't know ......."

"Xiao An, think about it carefully, if you didn't tell him the truth of the matter, but calmly rejected his confession as Lu Yan said, and waited until dawn to see him again, would you still be able to have a superficial and harmonious cooperative relationship with him as before?"

Qiao An hugged the phone and was silent for a long time, her mushy head struggling to outline such a scene, but soon, this situation became her state not long ago: knowing that Lu Yan liked her, she felt his affection more and more clearly, worried that he would confess, and she didn't have enough perfect measures to deal with it and break his heart.

Isn't it similar?

It's just that after that, she will break his heart with guilt because she can't respond to his deep and thick feelings......

Joan bit her lip and replied to the other end of the phone with difficulty, "I...... Can't do it...... I can't do it, Aunt Yue, why?"

When she was in the United States, how many boys did she frankly refuse to confess to her? Raise her right hand, show the tail ring of her little finger, and say cleanly: "I can't accept your love, cuz I'm a celibate." ”

How can it be changed to Lu Yan, she can't do it?

How could she change to Lu Yan and have such a deep sense of guilt?

"Xiao An, have you ever thought that there is such a possibility - you like him?"

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The next day's celebration banquet was held as scheduled, but only Han Tao and Chen Yu were celebrating.

The two of them stared at a table of feasts, staring at each other for a long time, and finally decided to live up to this extravagant feast.

"Director Qiao is sick, why didn't Brother Lu come?" Chen Yu asked Han Tao curiously while nibbling on the hairy crab with fat and meat.

Brother Lu said that he had to change the repertoire for the next show, and the time was urgent, so he went to the recording studio to practice his voice. Han Tao ate the sashimi platter with great taste, feeling the ecstasy taste of star-rated food with satisfaction, and complained for a while, "Brother Lu is really right, and he is not in a hurry for this meal, right?"

Chen Yu nodded silently in agreement, but a series of speculations popped up in his head.

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"Why is it so troublesome in elementary school now, and there is homework for parents?"

In the autumn villa, Gu Huai was carefully splicing the baked cookies into a cookie hut, and finally complained to himself about his "masterpiece".

The "homework" made by his son and the "cookie hut" in the photo are completely different species, the cookie hut in the photo is delicate and dreamy, but the work born in his hand, the walls and roof are crooked and twisted, and the cookies that have not mastered the heat are smeared with patches of black mist, making the whole hut look eerie like a witch's house.

My son doesn't know who he inherited, but he refused to let the aunt who could cook do it for him, so he had to toss his father!

Glancing at Gu Xu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room overseeing the work, Gu Huai couldn't help but roll his eyes again.

The dignified boss of Tianyi actually wants to do such a time-wasting thing......

If it weren't for Joan's illness, this heavy task must have been done by Joan.

Thinking of Qiao An, Gu Huai couldn't help but think of Lu Yan again.

The two of them are the right people, and they have a good impression of each other, how can they get to the point of being so twisted? Isn't it just a matter of older single men and women talking about a partner? If you like it, you like it, and if you are close, how difficult can it be?

One was lying in bed when he was sick and was too burdened, and the other was sad and decadent, venting in the studio.

Oh, how old are you? Can't you be a little more mature?

Pouting, Gu Huaiyue saw that the tofu scum project he had completed was not pleasing to the eye, so he ruthlessly removed a wall, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Gu Overseer Xu turned his head when he heard the voice, looked at Gu Huai's actions in amazement, his small face was solemn, he clasped his hands on his chest, and said, "If you tell me that you are not satisfied with this work and want to destroy the evidence and make a new one, I can reluctantly accept this reason." ”

"Heh, what if it's not?" Gu Huai raised his eyebrows disdainfully, looking at the son of a little adult who was acting like a cold boss, and posed as a real president.

It's just that before Gu Xu could speak, Gu Huai's mobile phone rang, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen, he answered it with a frown, and then heard a somewhat familiar trembling female voice from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Gu, Mr. Gu, it's me, I, I want to see my son, is it okay?"