She didn't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but she heard the sound of James coming back, and the footsteps going upstairs came from far and near, and a sound clearly reached her ear drums in the silent night. She listened to every sound, her whole body tensed and trembled slightly, and even breathing became difficult. She heard the door of the next room open and close, and then there was no more sound, and after a moment, there was still a dead silence. Yuhan moved his stiff body, curled sideways on the soft big bed, and covered his head with both hands clenched on the sheet. She spent the first night in a state of nervousness, fear, and confusion.

Lin Yuhan didn't know if he was awake or asleep, and when he opened his eyes dimly, the sky was already bright. She propped up her stiff body, dizzy, got up and went downstairs after a simple freshening up.

James was already sitting in the dining room for breakfast, he looked good, dressed in a blue-gray suit with silver trim, sapphire cufflinks delicate and understated, and a newspaper in his hand to read.

When Song's mother saw the rain coming down, she hurriedly put another bowl of porridge on the table, accompanied by a basket of xiaolongbao, a plate of rice cakes and side dishes. "Miss Lin, let's have breakfast quickly. I didn't eat anything last night, so I must be hungry. ”

James glanced away from the newspaper and returned to the newspaper and said nonchalantly, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" The face is not very good. ”

"Oh, maybe it's a change of place, and I'm not used to sleeping." Yuhan hurriedly sat down and buried himself in eating.

The porridge is seafood porridge, and Yuhan uses a spoon to push aside the shrimp in the porridge, and only scoops the white porridge into his mouth.

James frowned slightly, "What?" Don't like shrimp? ”

"Uh......" Yuhan's heart tightened, a little embarrassed, "It's not that I don't like it, I'm allergic to shrimp, and my throat will swell after eating it." She explained honestly.

James stared at her for a few seconds, then closed the newspaper and said seriously, "These things will be told in advance in the future." ”

"Oh...... Good. ”

Uncle Feng, the driver who picked up Yuhan yesterday, appeared at the door of the restaurant and bowed to the inside, "Mr. Zhan, Secretary Zhao's car is already waiting at the door." ”

James put down the newspaper and stood up, "Mom Song, don't cook shrimp at home in the future." ”

"Okay, I see, Mr. Zhan." Mother Song responded, and he had already turned around and walked out.

Yuhan's heart fluttered, and he lost his mind for a moment. Not because he said "don't cook shrimp anymore", but because he said "home", can this be her "home"? Inexplicably, a different feeling flowed through my heart.

"Miss Lin, I'll change the bowl for you. Is white fungus lotus seed soup OK? ”

Yuhan came back to his senses, "Ah...... Don't bother. She pointed to the xiao long bao and rice cakes on the table, "I've had enough of these." ”

After breakfast, Yuhan returned to the room, she sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then turned over the old photos in her handbag and placed them on the small chest of drawers at the head of the bed to look at them carefully. The bungalow in the photo is where she is now, and my grandfather is still smiling and looking at her kindly. She was still slightly impressed by how much effort her grandfather put into this house, and every structure here was designed by her grandfather himself, and he proudly introduced every detail to his guests countless times. Now that she is back here, is it her grandfather's secret arrangement? She put down the photo, walked downstairs to the courtyard, and walked through every corner of the courtyard with her feet, carefully searching for childhood memories. The fragments of memories are collected more and more, the dots are gradually connected into lines, and the threads are woven into a net, the more memories awakened, the more feelings are touched, and tears have filled my cheeks at some point.

It's been a few days since she lived in the old mansion, and her free time has become very much, and Yuhan plans to use this time to pick up her paintbrush again. She always liked to draw, but she was always busy with various things, and she didn't have time to paint as she wanted anymore after school.

She opened the painting folder, laid the paper and held the pen, integrated the old house in her memory and reality, and used the brush to expand her thoughts, which were fixed on the drawing paper and remained in her memory forever. No matter where she goes in the future, she can clearly remember the little bits and pieces in the old mansion and her grandfather's hard work.

In the evening, when James returned, she was painting the plane trees in the yard, the orange sky was bright in the sunset, lined with the huge and lush canopy of the plane trees, and she also painted the swing in her childhood memory, making the picture more warm in addition to quiet beauty. He didn't bother her, and watched from afar, his eyes deep and blue. When Yuhan looked up, he had already retracted the dark blue, and said simply, "It's not bad." ”

The next afternoon, James brought a few workers with him, and they dismantled the bare iron frame in the yard and installed a swing in its place that was the same as in Yuhan's painting. Yuhan stood on the upstairs terrace and watched, confused by how easy-going, kind, and considerate James had shown to her so far...... What is the purpose of all this? He took advantage of the danger to turn her into his lover, but he never touched her and never had sex with her. What was his plan? Yu Han thought about it, and the questions were intertwined, and it was difficult to sort out a reasonable answer.

For several days, Yuhan spent her days painting, painting plane trees, high-walled yards, and fence flower beds...... James would read the newspaper every morning while eating breakfast, and he would not go out until she went downstairs for breakfast, but the time of coming back at night was not fixed, and he had been sleeping in the guest room next to the study, and the rooming incident that Yuhan worried about did not happen. Even if the two of them meet, they don't communicate much, and they don't have anything to do with each other after a long time. Yuhan also gradually got used to this simple and plain way of getting along, and his heart lost the panic he had when he first came, and his mood gradually calmed down.

That morning, after breakfast, James had just taken two steps out of the house, turned around and said, "You can go out for a walk if you have nothing to do, you don't have to lock yourself in the house all day." Uncle Feng's car is reserved for you to use, and you can ask Uncle Feng to send you wherever you want to go. ”

Without waiting for Yuhan to respond, he had already strode out the door. Yu Han looked at his back fixedly, and there were inexplicable ripples in his heart, but another voice in his heart seemed to say, "Yuhan, you have to be sober." ”