Her face is round and plump, her eyebrows are stretched, and her skin is like congealed cream. The burgundy velvet cheongsam with a white down jacket stands on the ramp of a private jet, graceful and dignified, bright and atmospheric.

is no longer the sweet little white flower that was cute in the past, and now she is an admirable flower in the world.

The bright light of the screen was reflected on the man's deep and empty black eyes, and his numb gaze gradually had a hint of brilliance.

It's like a piece of dead ashes, and a little spark suddenly pops up.

The man's gaze was fixed on her face for a moment, and a warm liquid slowly flowed into her heart.

He felt that his heart, which was dead, without any feelings or emotions, was finally pounding.

Sweet, warm, sad, bitter...... All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and he felt that he was alive again at this time.

It's only when you look at her photos that you feel alive.

At this time, cut to the next news, her face was missing from the screen, and the man was like an addict with a drug addiction, picking up his mobile phone, and couldn't wait to open the photos inside and look through them one by one.

Every photo is Ye Mian.

Looking at her in the photo, the corners of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth slowly curled.

When he saw his face reflected on the screen of his mobile phone, his smile instantly froze, and a heart beating for her was thrown into the infernal hell again......

First Class on international flights.

"Ancheng, you asked people to arrange the year-end thank you list and thank you gifts, and after I go back, I will personally visit the door one by one to thank you."

Ye Mian was talking to An Cheng on the phone, while finding his seat and sitting down.

When she ended the call, she turned off her mobile phone, took off her down jacket, adjusted her seat width, and lowered her head, and a man's hand came into view.

The man's slender and beautiful hands, the back of the hand floated with sexy green tendons, a famous watch on the wrist, and a faint woody fragrance floating in the air.

She slowly raised her head, turned her face, and her heart throbbed fiercely when she saw a pair of familiar sword eyebrows and deep black eyes......

"Hello." The man smiled and looked at her, politely bowed his head, and his voice was mellow and magnetic.

When she saw the other party's entire face clearly, Ye Mian came back to her senses, she calmly pulled up a polite smile and nodded.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are very similar, and I've never seen anyone with a face so similar to him.

But she was sure that it wasn't him, and that the temperament and feelings were wrong.

How could it be him.

Ye Mian smiled bitterly in his heart.

Once, she heard the secretaries in the secretary's room whispering in the pantry.

"In the past six months, let alone China, Mr. Ye has asked people all over the world to find Mr. Qiao, even if he has amnesia, he should show up, right?"

"Alas, Mr. Qiao must have ...... long ago Ye always loved him too much, and he just deceived himself. ”

Deceive oneself as well as others.

Ye Mian came back to his senses, his heart was stuffy, and he was uncomfortable.

She took out the documents and flipped through them, and quickly focused on her work, without thinking sadly.

On this trip to Sweden, Ms. Dammam asked curiously how she had embroidered a picture of the river at Qingming Festival in less than two years.

She replied: Skill and concentration.

At that time, she was divorced by Qiao Zhanbei, and only by being highly focused and devoting herself to the world of embroidery would she not feel pain.

It's the same in the past six months, so busy that I rarely have time to miss him.

She did not fly directly to the capital, landed in Jiangcheng, and went to Sioux City.

Madame Dammam was obsessed with the painting she had embroidered with Qiao Zhanbei in the technique of double-sided three-sided embroidery, and asked her to embroider a double-sided embroidery of her and her lover, Count Dahl.

Double-sided three-different embroidery, you need two people to embroider together, otherwise the amount of work is too large, too energy-consuming.

She thought of Jiang Xun, the apprentice she had taken in Jiangcheng.

Jiang Xun was the boy who saved Ye Mian from the tiger's mouth when she was kidnapped by Tong Yaoyao.

She took the high-speed train in Jiangcheng, rushed to Sioux City, and met the man again in the first class of the high-speed rail, but this time, he did not sit next to her.

The men are all as tall as Qiao Zhanbei, but they look more mature than him, and their skin is not cold white, but a healthy wheat color.

They greeted each other and nodded their heads.

"Check me up about that man." Back in her seat, she whispered to the female bodyguard and assistant who was accompanying her.

The well-trained female assistant nodded, "Okay, Mr. Ye." ”

When Ye Mian arrived in Suzhou City, Xu Mobai received her and went with her to find Jiang Xun, but Jiang Xun was not at the residence.

They walked out of the courtyard and walked in the alley, and on both sides of the road were the small courtyards of the Jiangnan Water Town with white walls and black tiles.

Xu Mobai was slightly puzzled and said: "Jiang Xun has a withdrawn personality and is autistic, and it stands to reason that he is very homely, and I found that he is often not at home. ”

Ye Mian didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Mobai turned her head, beside her, she was wearing a beige woolen long coat with a black turtleneck coat, her face was expressionless, and she looked like a cold queen.

Even his body is dressed in a cold woody neutral incense.

Her eyes fell on a row of courtyard walls across the road, which read "Xun Town, the hometown of Suzhou embroidery".

"Brother Mo Bai, please help me come to Jiang Xun later, I want to go back to Xun Town now." Ye Mian turned his face to Xu Mobai and said.

Xu Mobai nodded and agreed to her, and Ye Mian quickly asked the assistant to drive her back to her hometown, Xunzhen.

Half a year has passed, and the last time I came here was the day he disappeared, it was the middle of summer when the sun was blazing, and now it was a cold and windy winter.

The sky was gray, the weeping willows on the banks of the river were bare, and the water of the lake was dark gray.

Ye Mian walked on the bluestone road, facing the biting cold wind, walking forward, full of loneliness.

The cold wind was blowing, the man covered his mouth, lowered his head and coughed lightly, and when he raised his head, he saw that she had come to the end of the road.

Where they first met.

Qiao Zhanbei was separated from a long distance, staring intently at her lonely figure, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and his heart was beating out of rhythm.

Did she come here to find him?

The man clenched his hands tightly, resisting the urge to step forward.

Ye Mian walked and walked, always feeling that there was a pair of eyes behind her, staring at her all the time.

Her heart palpitated inexplicably, and she suddenly looked back-

On the long bluestone pavement, there was no one but her.

On such a cold day, there was not a single tourist.

Only on the clothesline on the side of the road, a few quilts were drying.

She turned her head, the corners of her mouth rose sneeringly, she just thought that it was Qiao Zhanbei who was following her.

Ye Mian's throat was blocked, and the warm liquid flowed down from the corners of his eyes and to his mouth, salty and astringent, tears.

Long-lost tears.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had shed a tear for him.

She walked to the path leading to her old home, and then turned and walked forward, back to the end of the bluestone path, faintly hoping that he would suddenly appear.

Ye Mian stood at the intersection and turned her face inadvertently, and an unforgettable side face flashed away from her eyes......