Tang Zhong solved one of the four major problems of life, and when he returned to the door of the villa, the lotus flower had disappeared.

This made Tang Chong once again convinced that the sentence was correct: he would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe in the broken mouth of a woman.

However, Tang Zhong thought about it again, when he asked Lotus to lie there and not move, in fact, Lotus did not agree to himself. In this way, there is no problem of dishonesty.

But, everyone is lingering, you should at least say hello to me before you leave, right?

Many men put hundreds of dollars on their beds when they are separated from women in the morning.

What does it mean to be affectionate? What does it mean to have a beginning and an end?

There was a small round stone on the ground, and a piece of paper was pressed under the stone.

Tang Zhong picked up the paper, and sure enough, there was a drawing on it.

Caricature.

Tang Zhong knew that Tang Xin had the habit of drawing comics, but it was just a personal hobby, and he had not gone through systematic learning, and after entering the butterfly group, he was busy with work, and even there was very little time for this kind of entertainment and pastime. Therefore, the level of her comics is not very high.

It was a villain with a big grin, and Tang Zhong also grinned and laughed.

Laughing and laughing, his eyes were a little moist.

Tang Xin is fine. Tang Xin is really fine.

This is indeed a caricature drawn by her, Tang Chong once saw it in her diary, this is indeed a caricature drawn by her.

She likes to use a heavy brush when drawing her eyes, and the eyeballs are black and round. And I always like to play a tick when I make the last stroke, this hook is not too obvious, but it definitely can't hide Tang Chong's sharp eyes.

"It's okay." Tang Zhong whispered. "It's okay."

Before coming to England, he himself imagined countless possibilities in his mind.

There are good and more bad. Whether it was some facts heard from Bai Su's mouth, or Jiang Keren's silence on this issue, it made him maintain a pessimistic attitude towards this matter.

The reality was better than he imagined, which made Tang Zhong feel a sense of surprise that he had won the jackpot.

He stood in the courtyard, looking up at the windowsill on the second floor.

It was covered by a beige curtain embroidered with tiny flowers, and there was nothing but the curtain and a few potted plants outside.

However, Tang Zhong still seemed to say goodbye to someone, waving goodbye to the windowsill.

Then, dragging his suitcase, he turned and left.

Where he couldn't reach, the curtains were pulled open a small gap.

Taking a cold shower, Tang Zhong stood on the windowsill of the room wearing a set of casual clothes.

Looking at the dark hills and woods in the distance, Tang Chong's mood is exceptionally comfortable and quiet.

Tang Zhong did not leave the 'Emmaderon' Institute, not to mention whether he could get a taxi in this wilderness with his suitcase, even when he arrived in the city, he had to find a new hotel to stay in. In this case, it is really too troublesome.

So, he chose to live here. Fortunately, the institute has prepared rooms for visitors who come to visit relatives, and the conditions are very good. Of course, the price is slightly more expensive than the five-star hotels in the city.

Without sleepiness, Tang Zhong was ready to take a walk around this research institute.

Tang Zhong has a general understanding of this research institute called 'Emadelon', the most advanced medical research institution in the world, and they have a lot of medical technology that is not open to the public. And the patients who can enter this research institute for treatment are either rich or expensive, such as Tang Xin.

Whether it's to protect their technology or the valued patients in the institute, it's necessary for them to protect this place. This is also the reason why Tang Zhong feels that it is heavily guarded and even has troops stationed around.

Perhaps, this institute also has a national background.

The place where Tang Chong lived belonged to the convalescent area, that is, where the patients and their families stayed. Generally, every patient has a small building like Tang Xin, and the patient's family members live in the small building. Of course, some patients have more family members, so they live in the guest house here like Tang Chong.

Yes, if it were in China, it should at least be called that.

Tang Zhong walked out of the guest house and was preparing for the surrounding scenery when he heard a clattering sound coming from the grove next to him.

He paused, but after all, he could not resist the curiosity in his heart, and looked into the woods.

A man was kneeling on the ground, holding a dangling knife and carving something on the trunk of a tree.

He moves quickly, and sawdust flies.

Soon, the movement of his hands stopped.

He blew on the trunk of the tree, then stroked it gently with the palm of his hand, as if it were the name of his lover.

Three minutes later, he climbed to another tree and began to carve the trunk of another tree.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Tang asked out loud. He didn't see a man's face, but he did see his full head of gray hair.

He felt that this person should be older than himself, so he spoke in a very polite tone.

He used English, not very native English.

The man didn't seem to be surprised by others' interruption at all, he naturally turned around and smiled at Tang Chong, and said, "I'm carving." ”

Tang Chong's guess was wrong.

It's a man's face. The face of a young man.

Handsome, no, it should be said handsome. There is a feminine feminine beauty.

The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are narrow, and the blue eyes are like a puddle of clear water.

Tang Zhong rarely has such eyes on a man's body. No, never.

His complexion was very pale. Pale. It's like a vampire who hasn't seen the light for a long time, and like a patient who has been lying in bed for a long time.

How could such a young man grow such white hair? Could it be that he is also a patient of this institute?

After answering Tang Chong's question, he turned around and went to engrave again.

"What lettering?" Tang Zhong asked.

As he spoke, he walked towards the tree trunks.

Only then did he realize that he had carved words on the trunks of the big trees around him.

"Agnes." The white-haired man said. "Agnes? Genteel. ”

"Who is she?" Don asked, rehashing the words on the trunk.

"Woman." The white-haired man said. "The most beautiful woman in the world. The woman I like is the most beautiful woman in the whole world. ”

"I can't agree with that." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "Why did you engrave her name on the tree?"

She said—" As he spoke, the man finished destroying a tree. He blew on the trunk of the tree before he continued, "If I want to keep my sperm # in her son#palace, I must engrave her name on these trees - this is the deal." Of course, I don't. She wanted to test my love for her, and I couldn't let her down. ”

"All these trees?" Tang Zhong asked, pointing to the forest in front of him. If all these trees were engraved with her name, it would take ten years without eating or drinking.

This clearly shows that the goddess is the means of rejecting ** silk. And it's a very ruthless kind of means. Thankfully, she didn't say let the river go backwards and let the sun rise—otherwise, I don't know what crazy the poor creature would have done.

"Yes." The man said with a smug face. "All the trees. Someday I'll finish carving it. ”

Tang Chong grinned and said, "My name is Tang Chong, and I'm from Huaxia. What to call you? ”

"Augustine." The white-haired man said. "This illustrious surname is my most valuable thing. You can call me Augustine. ”

"Augustine, I think you'll be able to carve these trees." Tang Zhong said.

"Of course." The man named Augustine had no doubt about this.

"You are an admirable man." Tang Zhong said. "I like you."

"Really?" Augustine was surprised and said, "Are you sick? ”

"I'm not sick." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "I'm here to see my family."

"Oh. What a strange thing. If you're not sick, how can you like me? People who knew me said I was crazy, so they sent me here—"

"No, I didn't think you're crazy. Smart people are able to understand what smart people do. Isn't it? Tang Zhong said with a smile.

"Of course." Augustine looked at Tang Zhong and grinned, "You are a smart man. ”

"But do you just want to carve trees in your life?" Tang Zhong asked. "Think about it with your clever brain, do you think it's a boring thing to do?"

Augustine sat on the ground and thought about it for a while, and said, "It's a boring thing indeed. A lot of times I get bored and I can't even hold on. ”

"So, why not do something interesting? You don't have to stick to it, you just want to do it. Tang Zhong said. It's like a game, beating one level and more difficult one to come - sometimes tired, but more often curious about the unknown. That's what smart people should do. ”

"Nope." Augustine shook his head. "I'm going to fill my essence # into the gentle son # palace first, and then I will do this meaningful thing."

"Trust me." Tang Zhong said. "Only if you do the meaningful thing of success, better than everyone else does, will you have the opportunity to stuff the sperm # son into that woman's son # palace - no woman will like a man who can only carve her name on a tree."

"Is that so?" Augustine asked. "You've carved your name on the tree, too?"

"No, quite the opposite." Tang Zhong said. "I'll just do the latter thing."

"Huh." Augustine got up from the ground, stared at Tang Zhong with bright eyes, and said, "Tell me what I should do?" ”

"Of course." Tang Zhong said with a smile, like a fat prey that has entered the trap step by step. (To be continued)