Chapter 155, the old things are vague
The tree was transplanted when his father had an accident, and at that time it was only about a meter long, just reaching his chest, and now Lin Qingyu already needed to raise his head to be able to see its branches. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Five years, although it grew very slowly, but in the end, it was still alive, alive and standing in its place, waiting for the old man to return.
Reaching out and ringing the doorbell of the Gu Mansion, he turned his face towards the monitoring screen next to the door, and a few seconds later, the door quietly opened in front of Lin Qingyu.
Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and walked into the hospital.
There was no one in the courtyard, but the familiar feeling of coming home came to my face.
Five years later, nothing has changed here.
The pebbled path under the shade of greenery, where she and the man here walked hand in hand countless times; On the lawn on the left, in the pavilion with a European-style carved dome, she and the male host here snuggled up to afternoon tea together; A corridor extends on one side of the pavilion, leading straight to a small artificial lake on the right side of the courtyard, the two white swans on the lake are nestled against each other as they were five years ago, and they are neck to neck. On the waterfront platform by the lake, there is a pair of white European-style reclining chairs, every time he and Gu Junzhi half-leaned there and chatted with the breeze on the lake, Lin Qingyu would always sleep comfortably, so when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself lying on the bed of the male owner of the villa, and Gu Junzhi himself went to the guest room to live temporarily.
In this villa, everyone from Gu Junzhi's parents to the housekeeper and servants all know that it is an unforgivable crime to enter the eldest young master's room or touch his personal belongings without permission, except for only one person, who can not only stay in the room of the great young master, but also let the eldest young master Gu who will be sleepless all night after changing the bed take the initiative to leave his room and willingly go to the guest room to count sheep for a night.
Behind the meadow, there is a glass flower workshop of more than 600 square meters, although Lin Qingyu can't see the red in the flower workshop from a long distance, but the three hundred roses planted by Gu Junzhi himself must be a delicate red flower sea at this time......
Just when Lin Qingyu was looking at everything in the courtyard with his eyes and immersed in those warm pasts, a handsome figure in linen home clothes stood quietly in front of the window on the second floor, staring into the courtyard.
The slender and upright figure is cold and arrogant with a little loneliness, but it also reveals a kind of resolute persistence, like the jacaranda tree in front of the door, standing strong and stubborn in place, waiting for the old man to return.
Seeing the girl downstairs stopping by the lake, Gu Junzhi casually put on a coat and turned back downstairs.
Lin Qingyu heard the familiar footsteps behind him, but he still looked at the lake and didn't look back.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Junzhi's voice was indifferent, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.
"When they were watching them, they swam over when they saw me coming, and they refused to go, probably remembering me." Lin Qingyu looked at the pair of white swans that were close to her on the shore.
"Yes, animals also have memories, and that's better than some people." Gu Junzhi said.
Lin Qingyu pulled the corners of his mouth, turned around and looked at Gu Junzhi: "People, it's not that there are no memories, all the past can't be erased in memory with people's subjective wishes." It's just that some memories just seal it in a corner of the heart, because people should live in the present, not in the past, right? ”