The afternoon sun is shining, but the house is cool.

Shen Sihuan came out of the bathroom, and she has changed from a young version of the "charter wife" with tangled hairstyles and pajamas and slippers to a girl bean with long hair and fluttering skirts.

She put her bag on her back, and the rain and dew were all on the ground, and she was about to get up and go out, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration stopped under her feet.

The so-called death is also to die, she thought of the orchestra's words last night.

That bookmark.

She walked briskly into the study, a notebook on the table, flipped through it, and there was no bookmark.

The drawers were unlocked one by one, but she only saw the plastic headcard that she had repaired, as if he hadn't touched it since he threw it in the last time.

She looked around, there was a hard-cover book on the recliner, and when she flipped through it, there was still none.

Bookshelves...... Those are books that Wen Yan hasn't read for a while, so they shouldn't be caught in them.

She went back to the bedroom, and sure enough, there was a book lying next to her pillow.

The pages of the book turned like a shadow, and there was a fragrant smell of ink, and suddenly, a white plastic paper fell out. But the bookmark hit the upper of her shoe and bounced straight under the bed.

Without hesitation, she crawled in, the bookmark falling under the head of the bed. She hadn't reached it yet, but she could vaguely see something written or drawn on it.

There are some pictures that come up from the depths of memory, the years are densely covered with dust, and for a while, it seems that dust is everywhere, and the sight of looking back is blurred.

Just as she was about to remember, someone kicked her in the foot.

"What are you doing? Sleep in a new position? ”

Like a caterpillar, she swerved her ass out and got up from the ground.

"Nothing, something fell in."

Wen Yan brushed back a few strands of her messy hair and said, "Did you pick it up?" ”

"Well, let's go, then."

And before going out, she was still reluctant, and turned her head again and again to look in the direction of the bed......

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The black Musan drove silently, and the people in the car were equally silent.

Shen Xihuan's index finger kept tapping his knee: Hey, what should come is always coming. You won't be buried alive.

Wen Yan subconsciously twisted the crutches with his right hand: what he was expecting and avoiding was finally coming. Will she be angry?

Before I knew it, the Sheng Tian Hotel appeared in front of my sight.

She looked at Wen Yan, who had a little light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I'll show you an art exhibition." ”

Well? In addition to Li Yan, are there any other painters who come to Lin City to carry out? How did she not know?

"It's Li Yan, don't you like him very much?"

On the walls of her studio are several of Li Yan's masterpieces, and her own works are stacked on the floor.

"But won't Mr. Li's art exhibition start tomorrow? Moreover, the venue is in the city cultural center, not in Shengtian. ”

As he spoke, the car had stopped on the porch in front of the revolving door of the hotel, and the hotel concierge came up and opened it and went out.

Wen Yan said lightly: "This Li Yan's painting exhibition was promoted by Sheng Tianyi, so there is a special field today, which is not open to the public. ”

Three years of thought and three years of hard work were easily overshadowed by one sentence.

In fact, apart from the preparation and decoration staff, and Matt, who helped give some design advice, she was the only one who had been in the audience from beginning to end.

Wen Yan got out of the car, only to find that she was still in the car. He came to the car door and held out his hand to her.

After a while, a small hand grabbed him tightly, the palm was slightly cold, and she said, "Wen Yan, something happened!" The king also ...... him."