Coming out of Mrs. Doris's house, Yi'an sat downstairs in the garden and called her family and made a report on the relics she had obtained: "Four diaries, a few books, a small box of records, and a business card. ”

"I'm going to send those things back home tomorrow. What about the U.S. side? Is there a conclusion on the cause of my sister's death - okay. ”

Yi'an held the yellowed diaries and walked in the direction of the bus stop.

The evening wind blew her thin body, and the summer night was always cool and pleasant, and the sky was a purple glow, exactly the same as back then.

Jay took her to Hyde Park, I don't know how long she walked, her feet were a little sore, and in the evening Hyde Park was flooded with people, and the habit of walking after dinner was equally popular in every place.

"You've been here before?"

"I've been here, I've lived here for a long time, even if the city is big, I should go all over."

Under the street lamp, Yi'an looked at Zhang Cheng's slightly melancholy eyes, and there was a vague emotion in his eyes.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"I want you to accompany me to the W Hotel." Yi'an sat down on the grass.

Zhang Cheng also sat down, sitting next to her, not across from her.

"Okay."

"When I find Mr. Ming, I will invite you to dinner, you are familiar with London, you can choose the place."

Yi'an had a simple dinner in the hotel restaurant, and the tip cost more than 30 pounds. She couldn't wait to open her sister's diary, but she hesitated as soon as she opened the cover.

Do you really want to peek into her privacy?

However, if you look at it, maybe you can know the cause of her death?

She really wants to know, what is the heart of Xie Yihua, who ignores her and can't see her well?

Would she hate herself if she turned on the voyeur herself?

But if she doesn't watch it, she will feel regretful and unwilling.

Xie Yihua is Xie Yi'an's sister, Yi'an wants to know her heart, why she doesn't like herself, and wants to know whether her heart is a devil or an angel? Whether it's white or black, or, gray.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the second hand walking by on the wall. She didn't rely on alcohol, but at this point she felt like she needed a bottle of spirits, a little dizzy, a little more vague memory, and the night would be a little better.

She finally opened it, and saw the imprint of the ink-colored pen densely packed.

3 September 2007

I finally got out of Xiamen and that nightmare and got to London.

It's nice to be here, there are white doves on the Thames.

The smell of perfume on the British was so strong that I sneezed countless times throughout the day.

4 September 2007

School is about to start, and other students have their parents to see them off......

There's nothing to care about, I'll just be on my own. I should console myself because I'm richer than they are.

10 January 2008

Chinese New Year is coming up and it's time for me to leave London.

The weather here is not good, and eating too much food makes people fat, but I love it.

I don't want to go back.

March 1, 2008

Finally back in London.

It's not comfortable to be in that house at all.

That little kid always likes to pester her parents, it's so hypocritical, I really don't know how they educate her.

1 April 2009

This is my third year in London, and my little kid is in high school, and she's getting so good grades.

But I'm not going to admit she's my sister's.

30 April 2009

April is coming to an end! I suddenly found myself so lonely all along, and I hadn't been in a relationship except for going out for drinks with Jefferson and these buddies!

Jefferson was very nice to me, but he also told me that he lived on New York's Upper East Side and that his future wife, who was not an oil tycoon, would be the daughter of a Wall Street investment bank president.

We had an argument, and I scolded him for being too interested in his feelings, and he said that this was the way for his family.

Ay! If love can't last forever, what's the point of falling in love?

If even love has to be tied up by interests, how much meaning is left in life?

April is not April day on earth at all, it is the most miserable month of the year!

......

Yi'an woke up with Yihua's diary in his hand, only to realize that he had fallen asleep. The phone kept ringing, and she put the diary next to her pillow and picked it up.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but the museum has something I need to deal with temporarily, maybe... I can't accompany you to Mr. Ming. Or.. I'll look for you when I'm done. ”

Yi'an was a little disappointed, this unfamiliar city, she fainted as soon as she went out.

"Okay, then you can get busy first, I'll just go by myself."

Hung up the phone and got up to wash, Yi'an looked at herself in front of the mirror in the toilet, and thought of her sister again.

When I was young, my neighbors said that they looked exactly the same except for their eyes. She knew that her sister had excellent grades, so she also studied hard, hoping to be as good as her sister.

However, her sister has always been cold.

Putting away his sadness, Yi'an left the hotel and took a taxi to a W Hotel in London along the address on his business card. When she learned that she had come to the manager, Mr. Ming, the front desk lady frowned, but it didn't affect her makeup at all, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ming is no longer the manager of our hotel." ”

"And where is he now?"

"He ......," said the front desk brain circuit, "sorry, we can't provide accurate information." He resigned two years ago. ”

I always knew that although foreigners were open, they were still very strict about privacy, so Yi'an didn't want to ask too much, so he had to give up and leave the hotel stupidly.

She sat alone on the grass in a nearby park, the sun shining gently on her, as if she had returned to her childhood. She and her sister used to lie on the grass outside the villa to breathe and bask in the sun.

Mom said that there will be a smell after the quilt is dried, and it is not the smell of sunshine, but the smell of mites. But Yi'an never believed that the smell of happiness could be the smell of bugs.

She stared at the business card in a daze, a little helpless, and the last clue seemed to be broken like this.

When Zhang Cheng came to her after dealing with things, she was in a dull daze. She sadly told Zhang Cheng that the last clue was broken, and Ming was no longer the manager of the hotel.

Zhang Cheng took the business card she was holding in her hand and rubbing it repeatedly, and suddenly said: This phone is a private number, there is no area code, have you called?

"What, a private phone?"

"yes, this is not the hotel number. I'll give you a beat. ”

"Okay, thank you."

"It's fine."

The phone went through. Yi'an's heart hung again.

Zhang Cheng asked in proficient English, "Is it Mr. Ming?" ”

"Great, I've finally found you – it's not me, it's my friend, her name is Xie Yi'an, and she's from China. We came to you to know something about her sister, Xie Yihua - don't you know? She committed suicide in New York – hey, hey, hey? - Mr. Ming - Okay, we'll go there tomorrow - bye-bye. ”

Zhang Cheng hung up the phone, and Yi'an hurriedly asked him, "How is it?" Didn't he know my sister was dead? ”

He didn't know, he was curious, and he was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time. Zhang Cheng said, "The relationship between them should be very good, and they may be able to know the reason why your sister left London." ”

"He's got his own café in London, and we're going to see him tomorrow." Zhang Cheng added.

Finally confirmed, Yi'an walked back to stop the car and go back to the hotel.

She had already found Ming, but she still felt a kind of unspeakable discomfort, and asked Zhang Cheng, "Can you accompany me for a few drinks?" ”

"Let's go, then."

"Are there any cheaper bars nearby?"

He was amused by Yi'an's words, "Nothing." ”

He drove the car to the side of the road, Yi'an got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and followed him all the way to his house.

"I don't like going to bars, but I have a lot of alcohol in my house for you to drink."

"Thank you." She said, "It's strange how your wine is hidden in the studio." ”

Zhang Cheng opened the bottle of wine and poured it on the glass, and handed it to Yi'an: "Try it, port wine, very clear and sweet wine." ”

"Thank you."

The soft yellow light of the studio illuminated the lonely figures of the two people, and the wine was opened one after another, they leaned under the small sofa in the studio, and Yi'an recited Su Shi's poem: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”

"Here you go." Zhang Cheng poured her a new glass of wine.

"Thank you." Yi'an took the wine glass and stood up to admire Zhang Cheng's paintings.

"You said there was something going on in the museum this morning, is it your painting?"

"It's the curator who came to me." "They wanted to invite me to the London Art Show in August," he said. But I've never been inspired and haven't said yes yet. ”

"Drawing also needs inspiration?"

"Of course, every composition and coloring requires a lot of imagination."

"Does being a painter make money?"

"Not profitable." He said.

"If you sell the painting, you will make money."

"Of course."

"I'm curious, how much is the most expensive painting you've ever sold?"

"Yes, that's the number." Zhang Cheng spread his five fingers.

"Five figures, 10,000 yuan?"

"Ten thousand pounds."

He drank the wine from his glass and continued: "Actually, I am reluctant to sell my paintings, but I want to eat. ”

"But in fact, if you can meet someone who can appreciate your painting, it is also a happy thing."

"Yes, but it's unlikely, they usually hang on the wall as decorations or throw them in the underground garage. In the future, I probably won't sell paintings. ”

"And how do you eat?"

"It's my dream to have an art exhibition. More? ”

"Okay."

Zhang Cheng poured her wine again, and Yi'an began to get dizzy, she had never had much alcohol.

"I don't have enough alcohol, send me back."

"Okay."