"Hai Na Baichuan" is the high-end real estate developed by Luo's Group, next to Fuxing Lane, built ten years ago, the average price at that time was 100,000 square meters, luxury existing houses, as soon as the opening of sales, it was empty by the rich people, now the market value of second-hand houses is about 300,000 square meters, and this community is full of large bungalows, there is no house type less than 300 square meters, that is to say, a house, the cheapest is at least 100 million.

The streets that Zhao Zhenfang is responsible for cleaning include four streets around the "sea of rivers". She watched countless luxury cars go in and out every day, and she got used to it, and there was no turmoil in her heart.

Because these top rich people are too far away from their lives, does it make sense to be envious and jealous? When a person is old, she knows her destiny and accepts her fate, she has time for envy, jealousy, hatred and unrealistic expectations, so it is better to take good care of her granddaughter and let her become an adult.

Ye Tang lowered his eyelashes slightly, and did not continue the topic with Zhao Zhenfang.

Through the old wooden windows in the living room, she could see the "sea of rivers" from a distance, two golden buildings standing tall, the sunset was more and more dazzling by the light reflected by the extravagant imported glass, and unconsciously, "sea of all rivers" became a landmark building in City A.

Her house is right there.

Luo Xingchuan's house is across the street from her house.

At this moment, Luo Xingchuan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, overlooking the ant-like people and beetle-like cars below, his eyes did not blink, as if he had entered a monk's meditation, his eyes were as dark as the sea, revealing a vicissitudes and sadness that did not match his age.

His mother, Gu Yulan, was a little nervous behind him, looking at her, she had the illusion that if there was no glass, her son would jump from the window.

This is the 39th floor!

Luo Rongcheng came over after making the call, and Gu Yulan held her husband's arm, "Xiaochuan is very wrong, I'm so worried that he won't be able to think about it." ”

Ye Tang had such a big thing, what class did Luo Xingchuan take, followed his father home, and when he came back to see his mother who was not tortured by illness and was still healthy and beautiful, his first reaction was to bow his head to her, and said guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry." ”

Gu Yulan: "????? ”

"Yes, it's a little strange," Luo Rongcheng was puzzled, "He also apologized to me, Tangtang was killed, why did he apologize to us?" There's no causal relationship between us and her?! ”

"He likes sugar candy so much, is he having a nervous breakdown and something abnormal?" The more Gu Yulan thought about it, the more scared she became.

"Don't worry," Luo Xingchuan suddenly spoke, startling the couple who were quietly discussing, he didn't know when he turned around, turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, against the sunset, stared at the two of them, and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I won't jump off the building, I won't think about it, I just can't accept it for a while...... "My rebirth......

Gu Yulan sighed, "Hey, we can't accept it." ”

"I just received a call from the lawyer, Tangtang has already made a will, and you are the sole heir to her estate......" Speaking of this, Luo Rongcheng, a man who was nearly fifty years old, choked up.

Gu Yulan's tears couldn't be suppressed, and they welled up in her eyes.

But their son only made a faint "um" sound.

He said to his parents, "I'll go to her house." ”

Gu Yulan was not at ease, "I'll go with you......" She didn't finish her words, and was stopped by her husband, "Let him be alone." ”

Luo Xingchuan has the key to Ye Tang's house, and he has always had it, he doesn't remember when Ye Tang gave him the key to his house.

After Ye Tang's parents died, she settled in the United States and rarely returned, so that the other residents of "All Rivers" had changed to more secure password fingerprint locks, only her family still used old-fashioned mechanical locks.

Luo Xingchuan inserted the key in, and with a twist, the door opened, and he was greeted by the smell of dust that had been uninhabited for a long time, and all the furniture that came into his eyes was covered with a white cloth.

Ye Tang's house type is exactly the same as his house, when his father developed this real estate, he deliberately left these two sets of houses with the best lighting and vision on the floor, just to continue to be neighbors with the Ye family.

When she moved to a new house ten years ago, Ye Tang, who liked to give up, threw away a lot of her things, and when her parents died seven years ago, she burned all the relics of the two of them, leaving no one behind.

This house is empty.

Luo Xingchuan walked to a wall in the living room, there was a painting on the wall, he raised his hand and lifted the white cloth that was covering.

The girl in the painting is wearing a loose white sweater, her black hair is softly draped over her shoulders, her skin is clean and fair, and her dark blue eyes are as clear as angels.

Ye Tang's grandfather is Danish, her mother has half Danish ancestry, she inherited her mother's beauty, and has a pair of extremely beautiful blue eyes, just like the little mermaid in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale.

These eyes are facing him outside the painting at the moment, smiling like flowers.

Such a good-looking smile was like a beam of sunshine shining into the dark cold night, warming Luo Xingchuan's cold and desperate heart.

This is Ye Tang at the age of seventeen, this painting was painted by his own hands, when he was seven years old, the two of them moved together, they just lived in the new home not long ago, he felt that the decoration of the Ye family was too plain, the whole house was full of white walls, nothing, so he offered to paint an oil portrait of Ye Tang.

Ye Tang said with a smile, "Okay, I like Xiaochuan's oil paintings the most!" ”

Luo Xingchuan has shown an amazing talent for painting since he was a child,

But after Ye Tang died, he never touched the brush again.

He stretched out his hand to caress the cheek of the girl on the painting, but he was afraid of damaging the picture, his slender fingers trembled, and finally punched the white wall next to the painting.

He buried his face in the back of his hand, and as if he had lost his strength, he leaned against the wall and said over and over again, "Sugar Candy, I miss you...... I miss you so much...... I miss you so much......"

His voice was low, like a whispering dream, like a little boy whispering, and if you listened closely, you could hear a very soft cry.

The most terrible experience, the most painful pain, how could he be unconscious again?