Jiang Chacha, who started school, still had to find time to go to his house to work part-time.

Bian Jichen had a fever for two days, but he still didn't recover.

She, a woman who can be regarded as the "culprit", inevitably has a little uneasy conscience, so she is more attentive to him.

She would borrow the old housekeeper's mouth to ask Aunt Zhang to cook more delicious food, and then send it to Bian Jichen.

She stood outside the door and knocked again.

"Enter."

Entering his living room, Jiang Chacha walked a few steps, and turned the corner to find him sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time, dark blue pajamas, reminiscent of the night that had just darkened in the evening, and also thought of the lonely deep sea, like his temperament.

He was holding an ipad in his hand, opening it out, and at this time he was watching a foreign film, obscure English, and her head hurt when she heard it, I really don't know how he could read it.

As soon as he saw her come in, he moved his fingers and clicked pause.

He didn't make a loud noise, and Little 8 was sleeping at his feet at this time, curled up in a ball, looking like a big marshmallow from a distance.

I miss rua so much.

Ginger Cha Cha tried his best to hold back.

She put the warm porridge in her hand on the table, "Young master, this is the mixed vegetable porridge that Aunt Zhang made for you, you don't have a good appetite, you can eat more." ”

Bian Jichen's eyelids drooped, and he seemed to look even colder after he was sick.

"Well, let's leave it there for now."

He wasn't in much interest.

After saying that, he pressed the iPad screen again and continued to watch the movie.

He could sense that the maid in the house had not left, and had not said anything.

Jiang Chacha was worried about his body, and just opened his mouth to persuade him to rest more when he was sick and go to bed to lie down, but seeing Bian Jichen's tired expression, he also knew that he had crossed the line by saying that she was just a maid, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

But she didn't leave, pretending to be cleaning up his room, but in fact she wanted to spend more time with him to observe his physical condition.

But his room was so clean, every piece of furniture looked as if it had just left the factory, and the room was brand new.

In the end, she had to crouch in the corner boredly, with her hands on her cheeks, and sneak a peek at him.

She always felt that Bian Jichen had been a lot of silent for a while.

Maybe it's because you're sick?

Once upon a time, his coldness was like a protective shell on the outside of his body. And now, his heart doesn't seem to fluctuate at all, just immersed in some things to pass the time, this time he reveals from the inside out that he doesn't want to contact others.

This made Jiang Chacha dare not talk to him.

She frowned, her hands on her knees, trying to see if there was anything she could do in the room, otherwise hiding in the corner would seem to have nothing to do, and the purpose would be too strong.

She realized that he also had a small study in his living room, but it was smaller and more private than the study downstairs.

If the study outside is used for learning and cultivating concentration, then this study is like a private space for the owner.

There are many shadows of the master left in the study, and if you have the heart, you may be able to take advantage of this to peek into his heart.

Jiang Chacha gently walked into the study where only "paper" and "wood" remained, and she felt that no matter how heavy her steps were, she was not in awe of this study.

The ebony shelves were filled with thick books, and the windows were a little open, and the pale gold sunlight shone thin through the curtains.

You can smell the smell of ink and agarwood in the room.

Walking in here, it feels like it's time to walk the strings.

Jiang Cha Cha couldn't hold back, and suddenly forgot that she had come to her destination, and although there was little space here, she felt a sense of solemnity.

Yes, why did she forget that Bian Jichen has liked to read since he was a child.

In the first ten years of his life, didn't he survive the difficult days by reading obscure words every day?

His desk was by the window.

Jiang Cha Cha was originally attracted by the bright window.

When I got closer, I found that the flowers in the vase on the table were a little familiar.

It turned out to be an Ohama chrysanthemum planted in the back garden of the school.

A very summer flower.

There are also small droplets of water on the pure white petals, which shimmer in the light, as if they have just been inserted in the morning.

Jiang Chacha turned around and looked at the study carefully.

She always felt ...... This study is more like a heart.

Walking in, it was as if I was close to the heart of the seriously ill but indifferent man outside the house.

She walked along a row of bookshelves, and walked around like this, placing her hands on them, stroking the texture of the books underneath.

Suddenly, her fingers touched something that felt very different.

In the study where the sun poured like a golden filter, the maid's maid's hair was illuminated as if it were glowing, and the hem of her skirt swayed a little, and then stopped in front of the ebony bookshelf.

What is it?

The touch is very different from other books.

Stuck in the very edge of the corner, distinguishing it from the rest of the book, it was as large as a document, but the cover was matte dark black, and there was a binder.

Looks...... Like a photo album?

Ginger Cha Cha turned the first page.

The words on it are written in English, and she knows Bian Jichen's handwriting, so this is not written by Bian Jichen, but more like a woman's pen.

In the center of the yellowed paper, Ryan fell.

Bian Jichen's English name.

I don't know why, the moment I picked up this album with an obvious sense of age, Jiang Chacha felt a heavy sense of fate coming to my face.

Ginger tea tea breathing is aggravated.

The sun shines on the black book cover.

She didn't know what mood she was feeling, and turned the first page.

She thought the first one was a photo of him when he was born, or a baby photo of him at a young age with a pair of big eyes that he didn't know how to see the world after being born.

She thought she could see a picture of his biological mother holding him in her arms.

None of them.

He has no past, no innocent infancy.

The first photo in the album is a photo of five-year-old Bian Jichen and Mrs. Feitz at Buckingham Palace, with a drunken picture of a royal dinner in the background.

Next to him stood an elegant aristocratic woman.

Just like the photos of the princesses and princesses of the European royal families that Jiang Chacha saw on the Internet, the skirt is gorgeous and decent, and the smiling face is noble and dignified.

But only Jiang Chacha knows how harsh this woman who has been strong in her life is to Bian Jichen.

He wears a suit made by a top tailor with a small red bow tie at the neckline. His face was still a little baby fat, and the five-year-old him seemed to be no different from the Bian Jichen she saw at this time, the same cold, the same calm.

Jiang Cha Cha took a deep breath and continued reading.

It's all pictures of him in England when he was younger.

There are photographs of him appearing at Tower Bridge on the banks of the Thames and under Big Ben, the boy in the picture has a cold little face, his facial features are exquisite, like a porcelain doll, and he appears in the romantic and solemn customs of England with a young oriental face.

Jiang Chacha saw a drowning suffocation feeling in her heart.

She suddenly felt a little distressed about the little boy in the photo.

She looked at the picture of the boy from five years old to ten years old.

Watching his youthful appearance grow sharp edges and corners, innocence was worn away, and his eyes were heavy and calm after suffering and frost.

She had forgotten, she had forgotten that he had grown up in England, and he had never mentioned it, and it was probably a dark memory stained with dust for him.

She realized that before the age of ten, he had not set foot on the soil of his homeland. I don't know if Bian Jichen, who was ten years old at the time, would feel lonely and uneasy when he just returned to this strange motherland, and whether he would not be accustomed to the ancient civilization of the East that he had delayed for ten years to touch.

She never thought that Bian Jichen would miss the western land that had nurtured him for ten years.

Will he miss the city of the Fog Capital? Do you miss that land that is always rainy and cold?

It seems that no one has ever asked Bian Jichen.

This is obviously a heavy photo album, thick enough to record all the most memorable moments of a person's life.

However, after turning a few pages, everything after that is blank.

His photos only record the ten-year-old Xiao Bian Jichen.

After that, there was not a single photo.

Jiang Chacha's hand holding the album suddenly tightened.

She was not reconciled and continued to flip back.

Blank, blank, blank.

It's as if the rest of his life doesn't deserve to be remembered.

No one cares about the teenager in the future.

Jiang Chacha's eyes were dry, but she still blinked and continued to scroll down.

Suddenly, something in the album suddenly fell, and the sharp edges of the paper cut across her calves, leaving a shallow tingling sensation in the sun.

She picked it up.

It was a slightly yellowed envelope.

It looks like it's been a few years old, but it's not very old, probably a few years ago.

The envelope is written in English in strict strokes and bears the Royal Postmark of the United Kingdom.

A letter from the British royal family to Bian Jichen?

Probably in order to get close to his heart, Jiang Chacha felt so nervous that his heart was about to jump out at this time.

She held the album in her arms and gently opened the letter with both movements.

Jiang Chacha used his high school English and could barely understand it.

A large number of the letters represent the British royal family's condolences to Bian Jichen, who is far away in the ancient country of the East.

And then, with proper respect, with a sense of earnestness, anxiously asked him when he would be able to return to England to deal with matters related to property and succession.

It was a letter sent to Bian Jichen three years ago by the royal lawyer who was in charge of the inheritance of Mrs. Feitz.

Ginger Tea Tea is about to continue reading when you want to.

The sun was setting as the sun shifted elsewhere, and the light in her corner dimmed with pale gold dust floating in the air.

At this moment, a figure behind her approached her with the smell of frost and snow in winter, and for a moment, the surroundings fell into darkness.

Bian Jichen's hand stretched out from behind her, as soon as he approached like this, visually, his body seemed to fit intimately with her, and in the hidden corner of the study, his hand was wrapped around her waist.