President, please spoil me!

He raised his hand and turned on the light.

Few people come in and out, so even though the entire space is still neat and tidy, there is still a dusty smell that does not know where it came from.

He went in and closed the door behind him.

Probably because there are too many books, so it naturally has a deep and quiet feeling.

He walked to the bookshelves, touched the spines of the books with his fingertips, and walked past them row by row.

Reading and painting are the only things that Xing Hua can claim to like to do. In her own words, she prefers quiet pastimes. Ever since she moved into Blue Water Bay, she has been keen to buy various ancient and modern books at home and abroad. And she doesn't like to read translations when reading books, they are basically original works, so she doesn't know how many languages ​​are included in her book wall.

Every book here is basically selected by her personally. She asks the bodyguards to buy it for her if it is available in the market. Some foreign documents are not available in China. Out-of-print or a few "banned books" also took a lot of thought.

Does she love these books?

When he first met Shu Qing, he heard Shu Han complain that her elder sister didn't like others to break her books, especially those who borrowed and refused to return them. She even lost her temper because of this. This baby is very.

Xing Hua didn't have such a posture at all, and all the things outside her body seemed meaningless to her.

However, she didn't have much to say about it.

When she left, she didn't take a single book with her.

To be precise, she didn't seem to have taken anything with her. That small suitcase might not hold enough things for her to travel.

With his fingers resting on a certain book, a thought flashed through his mind——

On the morning of the divorce, what did she take away?

Once this thought pops up, it can't be taken back.

He simply took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Yi, and said in a low voice, "You handled the procedures related to Xing Hua's car accident?"

Jiang Yi, "Yes, President, what's the problem?"

Huo Sicheng leaned halfway beside the bookshelf, his lowered eyelids suppressed the expression in his eyes, "There should be a suitcase in her car, how did you deal with it?"

"Yes, the traffic police called me to pick it up after they finished processing it. I asked you for instructions, and you let me handle it myself. I was afraid that there was something important in it, so I took it home, and it's still there."

Because Xing Hua's ID and bank cards are all in her bag on the passenger seat, the suitcase has never been opened.

"Well," Huo Sicheng said calmly, "Send it to Blue Water Bay."

Jiang Yi was slightly taken aback, "Now?"

"Now."

Jiang Yi paused for a moment, but still quickly realized, "Okay, I'll send it to you now."

Huo Sicheng hung up the phone, and left the phone on the desk not far behind him. With a thought that he didn't know what he was thinking at the beginning, he continued to look at the books on the wall aimlessly.

He knew her reading style, to put it in a straightforward and simple word - both refined and popular.

There are world famous books, obscure poems, and popular and superficial novels from various countries. She reads books for advanced majors, which may be read by university professors, and she occasionally reads unnutritious novels that junior high school students love.

She didn't have the purpose and awareness of Shuqing to broaden her horizons and cultivate her sentiments when she read books, it was purely...for entertainment.

At the end of the bookshelf, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a sketchbook with a black cover.

In fact, it is not eye-catching, it is a very ordinary notebook.

The slender and well-articulated hand took it out, glanced at the cover casually, and then opened it casually.

The title page is in beautiful handwritten English, "Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave."

Xing Wei has studied painting for 20 years and is also proficient in traditional Chinese painting. It is not uncommon to write beautiful calligraphy.

He knew these words from the verses in the Song of Songs.

She doesn't believe in Christianity, but she must have read the Bible.

Translated into Chinese is: Please put me on your heart like a seal, and take me like a stamp on your arm; because love is as strong as death, and jealousy is as cruel as hell.

Below is the Chinese version she wrote with a pen, or cursive script, but she didn't translate it that way, what she wrote was - you are like a seal on my heart, like a stamp on my hand, I love you, even if it is like The cruelty of the underworld is still as strong as death.

His first reaction was, is it wrong?This is not the meaning of the original text.

But after another thought, she vetoed it again. It is impossible for her to translate a few simple English words wrongly. It is estimated that not many people know how much talent she has, but because of her preferences, she has cultivated the two things she is best at—— One is painting, and the other is proficiency in various languages.

Huo Sicheng stared at the Chinese written in the pen, and read it carefully again.

The following inscription only has a time: [-], October, [-]th.

At this time, she is in England.

Finally, he turned a page back.

The man's deep and dark pupils froze for a moment, and for a few short moments, he even felt the blood flow in his whole body suddenly speed up, and even his fingers were slightly numb.

This feeling even made him overlap with the face in the painting in an instant.

He looked at the outline drawn with a pencil on the white paper. Among the clear lines and deep and shallow shadows, the faint light hidden in the eyes, the shallow curvature of the corners of the lips, and every expression, whether obvious or subtle, seemed to be Uncovered.

The handsome and slender man was leaning lazily on an inexpensive car body, the corners of his lips were raised three-pointed, he was biting a cigarette between his teeth, squinting at something.

He faintly remembered that she once said that she was not a genius, but that her memory was better than ordinary people.

It is indeed good.

Anyone who glanced at it casually can restore it to this point with a photographic memory.

He pressed the long-lost blood rolling up, and continued to roll backwards.

Full body in camouflage.

In the third picture, the main character remains the same, but there is an extra line of simple words: British winter is very cold.

He stared at this simple sentence for a while, and then continued to turn back.

Most of them are sketches, but some of them are drawn with colored pens in the end, and occasionally write a few sentences, which are similar to the form of a diary, but they are all simple, with one sentence less and three sentences more.

And the most repeated, the simplest, are only a few words in the worst street: I miss you so much, I miss you again...

This sketchbook is rare and thick, but the entire book has been drawn. From the beginning to the end, basically no page was wasted. Every page is drawn by the same person, and there is no exception.

Huo Sicheng stared at one of the sentences on one of the pages, I miss you, and the joints of the fingers of one hand were white.