"According to our reporter, international flight 2B587 from our city to Paris, France crashed at 4 pm local time, and no survivors have been found, and the cause of the accident is still under further investigation."

"Smack!" A wine bottle shook and fell to the ground, the man fell on his back on the couch, and the whole room was not lit, only the faint blue light from the TV screen.

This is a piece of news, looking at the time was ten years ago, as if masochistic, the man pressed and repeated it over and over again, watching the picture of the plane exploding, and when he didn't even notice it, he burst into tears.

People make many mistakes in this life, but not everyone can afford to make mistakes.

To this day, Gu Yize still remembers the way the young man smiled, no, in fact, the child with autistic tendencies rarely laughs; I remember the concentration and seriousness of the teenager when he painted oil paintings; I remember the way he hugged the black cat and ate like a small animal...... And the first and last kiss between them.

At the dance, he couldn't help but kiss the child in front of the public, the child's lips were not at all different from his own personality, soft, warm, like the sweetest candy.

However, when Anya shouted that the child seduced him, because of the instinctive fear of such a forbidden feeling, he did not deny it, and then Anya raised his duty, but he stood cowardly and said nothing, exposing the child who finally came out of the shell to the whispering duties and abuse of everyone.

The child was finally taken away by the security guard, and before leaving, the man looked back at him, and his beautiful eyes were still clear when he saw him, was he disappointed in himself from that time?

When the mother asked if it was the child who seduced him, when he saw the grandfather's sad and disappointed eyes, he put all the blame on the child, and at that time he thought that it would be good to apologize to the child the next day.

The next day, I rushed to the school with a rare feeling of excitement, and when I pushed open the studio, I was still the same as when the teenager left, on the drawing board, the oil painting I was sitting on the windowsill was almost finished, and I thought that when I secretly held the child in my arms and kissed his earlobe, Jin Zichu's crimson face was a burst of sweetness in my heart.

From morning to evening, until the school administrator came to lock the door, the child did not show up.

Day by day, when he heard news reports of a plane going down, he was completely unresponsive until he received an invitation to attend the man's funeral.

On that day, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and clear, there was not even a trace of clouds, sixteen pure black Maybach 62s were quietly lined up, driving towards the Lishan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city, the roaring turbine was like a hideous beast, as if to devour all the joy and joy of people, at that moment tears suddenly couldn't stop dripping, nothing made him realize that the child was really gone, the child who silently liked himself and was also liked by himself in his heart was gone.

On the tombstone, the young man still has an expressionless face, but the eyes that can clearly reveal the owner's feelings will never come alive again.

"Bang!"

When Jin Zitao's fist landed on his face, he didn't dodge, it was the child's brother, with a face very similar to the child's, but the outline was tougher.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" The seventeen-year-old boy knelt in front of Jin Zichu's grave and cried.

When I returned to school again, I found that the works in the studio were gone, and I asked the administrator to find out that Jin Zitao had taken them all.

After that, it was a decade-long search, Jin Zitao left ZG, the foundation of the Jin family has been gradually moving to Europe over the years, the development of the Jin family is becoming more and more rapid, it seems that after losing his younger brother, Jin Zitao put all his energy on the development and stability of the Jin family's business empire, and to find that person is a huge problem for a seventeen-year-old boy.

gave up the idea of going abroad, took the college entrance examination in advance in the second year of high school, and then was admitted to the first military academy in China from the first place in the province, and then climbed up quickly. At the same time, after learning that An Ye was actually the little princess of the An family, out of anger at Anya, he helped the girl gain a firm foothold in the An family.

Until today, ten years later, after several negotiations, he finally got the oil painting that the boy painted for himself back then, and the oil painting on the oil painting was the young and proud appearance ten years ago, but the person who painted it has long been buried in the depths of time.

In the corner of the oil painting, there is a signature unique to teenagers, but behind the oil painting is an unknown line of words: jet'aime.

When I found out from the browser that it was in French I love you, the most handsome major general in China, the captain who shed blood and did not shed tears in countless missions of nine deaths and lives, wept silently in the empty room like a child.

At this moment, he seemed to return to the tombstone of the child ten years ago, where the burial was only a set of young man's clothes, and the child's body could not even be found in a plane crash.

In 20XX, Gu Yize, a national □□, died at the first hospital of City B at the age of 77.

When people mourn the death of this great changemaker, they can't help but wonder why this man never married, and didn't even have a lover, until people got the news that Chairman Gu had donated all his property, and the only request was to scatter his ashes over Paris, and in the house where he lived for most of his life, people saw an oil painting hanging in the room, spanning half a century, people finally knew about the short love buried in his youth.