Lin An, who got off the plane, did not say goodbye to the little girl who was traveling all the way, called a taxi alone, and went in the direction of "home". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing at the door of the small apartment, Lin An hesitated a little. This is the place where Lou Yuan stays the least, but as soon as you enter the door, you feel that Lou Yuan's mark is everywhere.

sofa, Lou Yuan sat down; In the kitchen, Lou Yuan went in and served tea; The escalator upstairs, Lou Yuan stood on it and smiled to himself; In the living room, it was Lou Yuan's smile when he brought the ring for himself.

Lin An closed his eyes fiercely, letting his mind empty.

Carrying the suitcase, Lin An entered the room. Falling on the bed, smelling the smell in the quilt, the quilt that was obviously damp and smelly, was stunned by Lin An to smell the smell of Lou Yuan.

Also, Lou Yuan also slept in this bed once.

Half an hour later, Lin An pulled his suitcase and came back to the outside of the apartment. Still wearing the shoes you wore when you came, and still wearing the clothes you wore when you came.

Late at night, Bernard, who was knocked on the door, was in a bad mood. But when it came time to see who was standing outside the door, Bernard's mood was very difficult to say.

Lin An, the woman who thought she was going to be tired of being with Lou Yuan for a while, actually came here at this time.

"I'm back." Lin An's mood was very strange, and Bernard greeted him while letting Lin An into the house. Mrs. Bernard was also woken up, and the old man slept less, and at this time the old lady was wearing pajamas and gave Lin An a glass of milk in the kitchen.

"You'll come back when you come back, you don't rest at night, what are you doing here?" Bernard felt sorry for his own sleep, and he also felt sorry for his wife's sleep.

However, after turning on the light and seeing Lin An's appearance, the old man couldn't speak. Lin An was very embarrassed, or, it can't be said to be embarrassed, but messy.

From the moment he entered the door, Lin An kept his head down and refused to speak, and the suitcase in his hand was where the person was and where the suitcase was.

"What's wrong?" It was Mrs. Bernard who was questioning.

The old lady glanced at Bernard, and then one of the jewellers shrugged his shoulders and walked to the room. The old lady sat beside Lin An.

"Lin, if it's too uncomfortable, just cry." The old lady stretched out her hand and pressed Lin An into her arms, and gently patted Lin An's hair with her other hand.

Women can always understand women better than men. Not to mention, an older woman like Mrs. Bernard.

With just one sentence, all of Lin An's defenses collapsed in an instant. Lin An buried his head on the old man's shoulder, and tears fell silently.

"You're not crying. You Asian women, crying is like this. The old man's voice sounded with a smile: "Crying, shouldn't it be a way to vent loudly?" Can your muffled voice vent your psychological grievances? ”

Lin An in his arms stiffened for a moment, and then, the cry gradually came out.

"Honey, who's crying?" Bernard's voice could be heard in the room.

Lin An's cry froze.

"If you don't have anything to do, if you feel noisy, you just bring earplugs!" The old lady's answer was even more fierce.

However, after only one interruption, Lin An couldn't cry anymore.

"Thank you, Master." Lin An sobbed quietly. The old lady did not ask her the reason for her grief, nor was she curious, how long she was going to be sad, and the only thing she did was to persuade her to vent.

"It's a pity that I haven't let you vent it all yet, it's all that damn old man." The old lady looked at Lin An gently: "Girl, there is nothing in life that you can't get over, the only thing you can't get over is your heart." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and was stunned when he saw the white mark on Lin An's left hand.

This thing is like a scar, when it is hidden, it will not hurt, but the wound will become inflamed, fester, and eventually cannot heal. For thorough treatment, the wound must be dug out and the decay removed in order to recover.

But it really hurts. Lin An was bitter to the extreme.

She will not easily show her wounds to others, that is a sign of weakness. No child who grew up in an orphanage would do such a thing.

Mrs. Bernard waited for a long time, but Lin An didn't speak, naturally knowing that Lin An would not tell her what happened. Seeing that it was too late, Lin An should be tired, so he could only pack up a room and let Lin An rest.

When I went to bed at night, I told Bernard who was sulking in bed about Lin An's strange appearance.

Early the next morning, Lin An was called out by the old man for morning exercises.

The early morning in Bordeaux is shrouded in a faint mist. The landscape plants on both sides of the street are still stained with condensed dewdrops, which are clear and clear.

Call...... Call......

Bernard's body was not as healthy as that of a young man, and when Lin An was still blushing and out of breath, Bernard could only slow down and stand on the side of the road gasping for breath.

"Mentor Bernard, take a break." Lin An wiped the bench on the side of the road and said to the old man.

The old man didn't do the position where Lin An wiped it clean, but just turned around and still stood in front of Lin An: "Lin, why should I rest?" ”

Lin An didn't know why. Bernard's respite became less and less.

"Life is only that little bit of length, why should I take a break to waste time!" Bernard spoke again. At this time, Lin An realized that what Bernard told her was not about this run, but about her situation.

"Mentor Bernard." Lin An's voice was calm.

People can't be fragile all the time, because fragility can always make people easily find shortcomings and defeat themselves. Therefore, Lin An is very tolerant.

"You're in a bad mood, I know, and I can see it." Bernard turned his back to Lin An and pointed to a red light that slowly appeared at the end of the street.

"You see, whether you are happy or not, the sun will still rise as usual. No matter how much you restrain yourself from grief, the people around you will still live the same life. Bernard paused: "However, you yourself are different, a designer should put his emotions into his work, not just admire people with his skills." ”

"Lin, as a designer, you are too repressed with your emotions. As a designer, shouldn't you be a little more indulgent? ”

"Wanton?" Lin An chewed on these two words.

"Yes, it's wanton." Bernard replied with a smile: "If you think about it, only true freedom can make the designer's thinking diverge to the greatest extent, and it can become an existence that everyone envies." Whether you are sad or sad, isn't it a kind of restraint on yourself? ”

Bondage? Lin An lowered his head.

"Lin, go out for a walk, look at the beauty of nature, look at the beauty of this world." Bernard suggested.

Standing at the airfield, Bernard looked at the planes that rose into the sky and turned around with a smile.

Lin, only by seeing more, do you know what you need, only when you experience more, can you have a truly mature design!