Chapter 57: The Wound of the Smallest End (Part II)

Seeing that Qin Ruolan was not interested, "Do you want me to introduce any friends to accompany you, and ensure that you are docile and obedient." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yin Rongyu winked at her.

"Come on, your friends are not as good as those old lovers who I dumped. I think tonight there should be such a taboo clause on my yellow calendar, and it is not appropriate to approach men tonight. Qin Ruolan refused.

"It is worthy of my free and easy third sister-in-law, and my younger brother admires and admires it." Yin Rongyu bowed, and was slapped by Qin Ruolan by grabbing her handbag.

"I'm an injured person, be careful." Yin Rongyu said, holding up his wound, which had been cut less than half a centimeter.

"If this wound were to hit your face, it would be pretty much the same." Qin Ruolan said with a smile.

Yin Rongyu called the cleaner to clean up the room, and sent Qin Ruolan out by herself, chatting as she walked.

"Don't you care about Tianjiao's singing over there?" Qin Ruolan asked boredly.

"I'll get you in the car and I'll go back and see. His performance was not interesting to me and lackluster. Yin Rongyu thought of something, and said to Qin Ruolan, "Maybe you did it right, with Chenxing's personality, I think even if you don't take the initiative to rectify him, he will be very miserable, there is no way to live such a rare animal in the entertainment industry." Isn't your stall artist any better? ”

Qin Ruolan didn't seem to want to talk about this topic very much, she thought thoughtfully, "Most people will think that what you said is good." That's what I thought. However, if people like them only want to succeed by their own efforts and do not rely on anyone - even if they are naïve, but naivety is not a mistake, but all they get is failure, is it really something to be proud of? ”

Yin Rongyu looked at her amusedly, "Hey, no, are you infected by that social philosophy writer of yours some time ago, and think that the current world is very sad?" ”

"We are really not from the same world as them, and it is very difficult to understand each other. But if you have feelings for people in that world that you can't even understand, it's really a cup. I had no one to answer my questions. And the path he showed me, I can't accept it. Qin Ruolan seemed to be caught in some of her own thoughts.

"It's getting more and more esoteric, I almost don't understand what you're saying. Forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Yin Rongyu yawned, looking bored.

"Also, I can't understand what they do. If you can't understand it, you can't understand it. Compared to them, the world doesn't treat us much, and despite all the unsatisfactory results, we can still squander and enjoy it, can we? Qin Ruolan smiled.

"This is the Qin Ruolan I am familiar with." Yin Rongyu raised his eyes.

When they walked to the elevator at the exit, the reception lady at the front desk immediately walked over with a square cardboard box that was half a person high, "Miss Qin, happy birthday!" ”

Yin Rongyu and Qin Ruolan looked at each other, both surprised.

"Isn't your birthday?" Yin Rongyu knew Qin Ruolan's birthday date.

"That's right, this is a very delicate young gentleman sent over, saying that today is the birthday of a good friend of his, Miss Qin, and sent a birthday gift, put it here for us, let us see you and hand it over. He gave us a portrait of you, Miss Qin. The front desk lady showed a sweet smile and a kind service attitude, and told the ins and outs.

Qin Ruolan's expression immediately changed, and she took the paper box with some trembling, and a realistic charcoal sketch of herself handed over by the front desk lady.

It was in Paris, and she was only in her twenties, sitting in the square in front of Notre-Dame, with a weaving of tourists behind her, white doves fluttering, and a girl in plain clothes and long hair smiling happily in the center of the picture.

In the very inconspicuous place on the lower right side of the sketch, there is a random signature, loose. A certain month and a year, Paris. It's about 10 years old. It can be seen that the painting is extremely well preserved.

"Ah Song......" Qin Ruolan gently stroked the signature, and her eyes suddenly became hot. It's my lunar birthday, and there are still people who remember my lunar birthday. Qin Ruolan raised her head and smiled at Yin Rongyu, who was still puzzled on the side.

Yin Rongyu felt that Qin Ruolan's smile at this time was no different from her smile in the sketch, and time seemed to suddenly flow back to her.

"It seems that I am lucky today. I'm glad Chenxing stopped me, otherwise I don't know when I would have received this gift? Qin Ruolan said with a smile, but there were tears in her eyes.

Qin Ruolan left in a hurry that night, I don't know if she went to find the man named Song. But she never let anyone else see what was inside the carton, just hugged it tightly like a baby, and didn't let anyone touch it.

Yin Rongyu secretly wrote down these.

Sending something back in good condition from 10 years ago doesn't necessarily mean it's irretrievable, it's more likely that it means ending it all once and for all. Yin Rongyu didn't have any thoughts about Qin Ruolan. He thought back to Qin Ruolan's expression, and felt that maybe Qin Ruolan also knew the meaning, and should understand the meaning of this old thing ten years ago being sent back on her lunar birthday better than himself.

Her joy was more of a relief than a hope of recovery.

What has been lost, the more precious it is, the more irretrievable it is.

The man, remembering Qin Ruolan's lunar birthday, gave him the sketch he had sketched for her ten years ago. It was a good thing that would always exist in their hearts, but it was gone forever. It is time to remember each other and be relieved of each other. I really don't know if I should say that he is gentle and cold, or cold and gentle?

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"Young Master, we're here." The driver Daqing's reminder brought Yin Rongyu back from his thoughts, and he looked at the finger that had been injured.

Two weeks later, this small wound on the finger is not worth caring about at all.

Everyone has small wounds, ignore them, they can happen inadvertently at any time, but they can also heal inadvertently at any time.

In the past two weeks, I haven't had much time to investigate Qin Ruolan's relationship with that man, but after Yin Rongyu consciously inquired, the approximate reason is almost known. It feels like this kind of news is of little use to him at the moment, and Yin Rongyu plans to talk about it later.

His response to Qin Ruolan's question about whether he saw Chenxing's technique that day, Yin Rongyu knew how much there was a perfunctory element in it. It wasn't that he didn't notice Chenxing's small movements at all, he felt strange at the time, but at that time, he didn't think that it would be any good to poke Chenxing, but wanted to see how Chenxing was going to clean up the situation, so after Qin Ruolan thought that his face was scratched, he remained silent until he finally came out to play a round. I have to say that Chenxing's performance that day made the self-proclaimed on-the-spot reaction clever, and he also had a breathtaking feeling.

And the danger on Chenxing's body, he also felt it. As for the warning that Yujia mentioned about Chenxing's "violent tendencies", it is not a casual joke.

This is located in Beijing's Dongsi neighborhood of an ordinary appearance of the courtyard, the gate of the vermilion paint is withered, the stone lion is covered with dust, I don't know that this is an abandoned courtyard, only the transformed slope ladder shows a hint of modernity. Entering the door is to have a hole in the sky, triple courtyard, sitting in the north and facing south, rockery pavilion verandah, small bridge and flowing water hall pavilion, all available.

Daqing took out the phone and asked for something, and heard a sound of activation in the door, and then the door opened, and the two doormen welcomed Yin Rongyu's car into the door.

Before Yin Rongyu got out of the car, he saw a group of people running behind the car enthusiastically. It was those leaders of Gaoping City.

It seems that I have been waiting very anxiously.

Yin Rongyu brushed off his hair, and after someone humbly stepped forward to open the car door for himself, he stepped on the ground with a full drag and got out of the car.

Yin Jiarong Shao is the object of the stars holding the moon at this time, the center of the center.