Xu Duhang returned to the car and carefully searched for the sketchbook that Lan Xue said. Eventually, he found a leather red notebook under the thin blanket he had prepared for Lan Xue to cover his legs. Xu Duhang took the notebook and closed the car door and was about to leave, but suddenly Xu Duhang seemed to be interested by something, he stopped thoughtfully and turned around, leaned against the side of the car door, and opened the metal buckle on the notebook. Turning the first few pages of the book, there are some crayon children's drawings, some simple houses and trees. Seeing these immature paintings, Xu Duhang couldn't help but smile and said to himself: "In the future, if you take the childhood paintings of the great painter of Lanxue to auction, they should sell for a lot of money." A few more pages back, a hat drawn in red crayons appeared in front of Xu Duhang's eyes, and below the hat was a line of words written in different colors of crayons: "Little Red Riding Hood that Brother Duhang gave me." Xu Duhang's fingers lightly swiped the line of crayon words, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter. Xu Duhang gently flipped the page with the hat drawn, but when he turned to the next page, the bright smile on Xu Duhang's face slowly froze. The white paper on this page has been slightly yellowed, and at first glance it has been turned many times. On the yellowed paper, a little boy in a blue plaid shirt with a blank face stands quietly on the lawn. Xu Duhang looked at the little boy on the screen, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and the smile on his face that had been frozen disappeared at this moment······

My impression of the blue plaid shirt on the picture couldn't be deeper, he was wearing this dress when he first saw Zuo Chen. It can even be said that Zuo Chen has been wearing this dress in those days at home, although it is worn and old, he has not worn any of the clothes that his father bought for him, and he has always worn this shirt. Xu Duhang took a deep breath and turned the page back, and when his gaze stayed on this page, Xu Duhang's expressionless face instantly became gloomy. Xu Duhang can't allow the shadow of this "little boy" to reappear in his own world, even if it's an image sketched in crayons. His fingertips quickly swiped over the footer of the paper, trying to get the "little boy" out of his sight as quickly as possible. But even if he turned over the picture in front of him that he was trying to escape, and then the picture that appeared in front of his eyes, it still stopped his desire to escape. Although the painting paper depicts such a warm and comfortable scenery as the blue sea and blue sky, this warmth and freedom is indeed like the ice cubes of cold winter tightly wrapped around his heart, his heart is stabbed fiercely, and little by little melting ice is mixed with his own blood, like maggots covering his bones, eroding his heart that is about to be frozen. Because, right above this picture, a little boy with his eyes closed is lying on the sun-drenched beach with his palm on his palm. However, the little boy was still wearing the same blue plaid shirt······

At this moment, Xu Duhang suddenly turned the drawing paper backwards page after page as if he were a demon. The next few pages are all the same, all the same beach. It's just that there is no longer a "little boy" on the beach. The crayons have gradually turned into oil paint, the lines have changed from childish to smooth, and the angles are all the same, except that the crowd playing on the beach is different. Xu Duhang's gaze coldly swept over the date on each footer, ten paintings, ten years, different months and dates but the same number number, what does this mean? This means that a whole ten paintings are a whole ten years······ Xu Duhang's palm that stayed on the paper had begun to tremble slightly, he sighed and slowly closed his eyes, and said to himself, "Little guy, please, don't turn me into a joke." He slowly opened his eyes, trembling, and turned another page of the paper······ Just when Xu Duhang's gaze carefully stayed on the picture in front of him, a trace of unspeakable sadness and desolation flashed in his eyes. This sadness and desolation turned into mocking coldness and contempt in an instant. His face was instantly filled with despair and self-deprecating sneers. Xu Duhang gently placed his palm on the drawing paper and looked at the sketch portrait on it. It's just some black pencil lines, but the face on the painting is so vivid and real, just some black pencil lines, but the eyes on the painting are so unfathomable, just some black pencil lines, but it seems to make Duan Yehan on the painting stand in front of his eyes at this moment······ Xu Duhang looked deeply at the face on the painting, and suddenly laughed like crazy······ In this heart-rending laughter, it was already full of his ridicule and disdain for himself. At this time, he just felt extremely funny, as if there would be no more ridiculous joke in the world. I really overestimate myself, no matter what I say or do, I am always a non-existent zero in Lan Xue's heart. From beginning to end, everything I did could only prove to myself how ridiculous my love was. Except for feeling ridiculous, I have no other sense. I don't know when, a crystal tear overflowed from the corner of Xu Duhang's eyes, fell on the painting paper, and fell on Duan Yehan's face in the middle of the painting. Xu Duhang smiled and gently touched the corners of his tear-stained eyes with his fingers, lowered his head, looked at the tear stains on Duan Yehan's face on the drawing paper that were wet with his own tears, and said to himself: "It turns out that even if I become a big joke, I still can't let you really look at me after all." Ha, isn't it even a joke in your heart······ I'm not worthy either. Xu Duhang smiled bitterly and closed the notebook······

Sun Xiaolin rushed to the Mu Lin Hotel with the medicine box as quickly as possible according to the address provided by Lan Xue, although there were already many guests here, but the medicine box she carried was too eye-catching, so she was not drowned in the "sea of people". At this time, the wedding greeter slowly walked over to her and said to her very politely: "Hello Miss, are you a guest of the man or a woman?" Sun Xiaolin smiled a little embarrassed and said, "I, should be regarded as a woman." Sir, can you please take me to Miss Lan Xue's lounge, I am her personal doctor. "Oh, Miss Lan Xue. But ······" Sun Xiaolin's words made the greeter a little embarrassed, the name Lan Xue had seen it on the invitation list, so he knew. However, as for the lounge, he really didn't quite understand what the lady in front of him meant. I've never heard of a separate lounge for any of the guests. However, it immediately occurred to him that the whole wedding was organized by the bride's*, and that the lady was the woman's guest, so it was better to take her to ask the bride's brother, who should have known. So the greeter immediately said to Sun Xiaolin politely: "Then, please come with me." "Okay, thank you. Sun Xiaolin nodded and followed behind the greeter······

On either side of the green lawn stood a straight flower passage, on either side of which were pink balloons gently blown by the breeze on low baluses intertwined with white and purple lace, and at the end of the flower passage was a domed curtain supported by a pure white veil. Under the curtain, the main wedding table was filled with delicate roses. On the left and right sides of the curtain, there are wedding photos of Ren Hori and Duan Meixi. In this fairytale-like romantic scene, the guests who were talking and laughing gradually sat down. However, amid the laughter of the guests, Duan Yehan was standing quietly in a corner of the lawn. His gaze was deep, staring at the entire wedding scene from a distance away from the guests, his expression seemed to be just as simple as calm, but it seemed to imply the elusiveness of mixed tastes, at this moment, it seemed that the air around him was quiet and solemn with him. Duan Yehan raised his arms around his chest, looked at the balloons fluttering in the breeze, and said to himself, "My sister and brother will definitely be happy." She ······ will definitely be happy, as long as Zuo Chen and Duan Yehan don't bother her anymore, she will definitely be happy. Definitely, it will be very happy. ”

"Mr. Duan. Duan Yehan heard someone behind him call him and turned to look at the person behind him, although the lady with the medicine box behind him was very unfamiliar to herself, but the greeter standing beside her was familiar, so Duan Yehan asked with a slight bow: "Is there something wrong?" The greeter replied very enthusiastically: "Mr. Duan, this lady is the personal doctor of the bride's guest, Miss Lan Xue, because some details of the wedding are arranged by you, so I specially took this lady to ask where Miss Lan Xue's lounge is?" Duan Yehan's originally calm expression instantly turned into surprise and surprise when he heard the words "Miss Lan Xue's personal doctor". He slowly approached Sun Xiaolin a few steps with anxiety, and asked in a voice that was already trembling slightly, "What do you call this lady?" "My surname is Sun, you can call me Sister Sun." Sun Xiaolin replied cautiously, she looked at the young man in front of her who was calm and calm just now, but now she was a little wooden, and she was really a little scared in her heart. She didn't understand, she was just asking for a way, how could she turn a person like this? However, it was important to give Lan Xue an injection, whether others were calm or wooden was something she couldn't control. So, Sun Xiaolin smiled and said to Duan Yehan: "That, Mr. Duan, I just want to know······ Ahh Duan Yehan's steps were too fast, and Sun Xiaolin couldn't keep up with this young man at all. However, the young man didn't seem to think about himself at all, knowing that he had stumbled, but his pace was getting faster and faster······

Duan Yehan seemed to have turned into a race walking machine in an instant, although the greeter shouted in panic, and Sun Xiaolin was also screaming behind him, but these were all deaf ears to him. His mind was already blank, and he just wanted to take this personal doctor to find Duan Meixi as quickly as possible. He was already sure that Duan Meixi must have hidden something about Lan Xue from him. Now, you have to see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears, or you won't believe anything anymore······