Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

Li Yucheng seemed silent after coming out of the western restaurant, and this low pressure continued until the car drove into a lakeside villa in the suburbs.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around her, Ni Jia seemed confused. Li Yucheng owned many properties, and this one was not within her knowledge.

The red bricks of the villa looked a bit old. Although there were no weeds in the yard, the flowers looked wild. All the windows were closed, so she concluded that no one lived there.

"Where is this?"

"Gallery." Li Yucheng pushed the door open.

There was a strange, closed smell in the air. The first floor was no different, just like an ordinary villa living room. The second floor was too dark to see clearly.

Li Yucheng opened the windows one by one, and the sunlight came in from all directions, revealing the original appearance of the villa without reservation.

This place has been carefully decorated, with floral decorations everywhere, matched with natural wood furniture, a typical pastoral style. It is obvious that the owner of this house is a woman.

But why is this called a gallery?

The primitive wooden staircase made a dull sound in the empty room. Seeing Li Yucheng going upstairs, Ni Jia also followed him to the second floor.

There was only one room on the second floor, and the rest of the area was opened up, making it look very empty. Ni Jia vaguely saw several wooden boxes and an easel.

Li Yucheng drew open the curtains on the second floor. When the view became brighter, Ni Jia saw a wall full of valuable paintings, many of which he had only seen at auctions.

These paintings filled the entire second floor. Some were hung on the walls, some were placed on easels. There were so many of them that Ni Jia was dazzled and shocked.

"Who is the hostess here?"

Li Yucheng glanced at her, then opened the closed door of the room.

A very simple bedroom. Although there are not many pieces of furniture, it is decorated very warmly just like the first floor.

There was a large portrait hanging on the head of the bed. It was a mother with extraordinary temperament, holding a boy of three or four years old in her arms.

Ni Jia walked closer and took a closer look, confirming that the person in the painting was Huo Wanqing, and the boy in her arms... She turned her head and her eyes fell on Li Yucheng's face.

The west side of the room faces the lake. Li Yucheng walked to the window, looked at the calm lake, and fell into a memory that had been silent for a long time.

"When my dad made her angry when I was little, she would take me here to hide, sometimes for two days, sometimes for a week."

"My dad always brings gifts, sometimes a painting, sometimes two." Li Yucheng smiled: "Nothing new."

"Then you two look quite alike." Ni Jia walked over and teased.

The scenery outside the window is really good. Although it is not close to the mountain, you can see the mountain. The view is wide and the air is fresh. It is far away from the city and away from the hustle and bustle.

Li Yucheng looked back at her, and after a while he pulled the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice: "Not like that."

"They have a good relationship."

"I gave the painting to my mother because she likes it."

"She can't draw, but she just likes to copy, and every time she draws, her paintings are weird."

This surprised Ni Jia: "I thought that portrait was painted by her."

"How is that possible?" Li Yucheng smiled and said, "I asked someone to draw it."

"I sat there for the whole afternoon that day and the memory is very vivid."

Thinking of Li Yucheng when he was a child, Ni Jia's eyebrows became softer: "I can see that you have a very bad expression."

Taiping Villa was very clean, or maybe Li Yucheng was hiding away. In any case, this was the first time she saw Li Yucheng as a child.

"After that, if my mother likes a piece of auction goods, she will hide here."

“Why doesn’t she take her own photos?”

"Interest?" Li Yucheng smiled and said, "She always says my dad is a wooden man."

The lakeside was colder than other places. Even though she was standing in the sun, Ni Jia still shrank her neck when the wind blew past her. Li Yucheng wanted to take off his coat and give it to her, but she stopped him.

I was originally wearing a thin velvet suit, and after taking it off, I was left with only a shirt. The temperature in the suburbs is much lower than in the city.

So Li Yucheng found a shawl from the wooden wardrobe and gave it to her. This should be Mrs. Huo's relic. Ni Jia was a little hesitant.

"Wouldn't it be good?"

Li Yucheng didn't say anything and helped her put it on. The tassels fluttered in the wind and the cloak bulged slightly. Ni Jia reached out and grabbed it before it was blown away.

There was a doodled jewelry box on the dressing table. Li Yucheng picked out a light green brooch from it, and imitating the method of pinning it on portraits, he grabbed the two ends of the cloak and put it on her with an unskilled manner.

"These are all Mrs. Huo's things..." Ni Jia whispered.

"From now on, it's all yours."

"what?"

The wind blew Ni Jia's bangs into a mess, partially blocking her vision, but she still met a pair of eyes as clear as water through the narrow gap between her hair.

Then the gaze gradually became hot, and Li Yucheng pushed her hair aside, his movements slow and gentle.

"This is my betrothal gift."

"It's also a gift she left for her daughter-in-law."

"So this house is yours."

This is Li Yucheng's last memory of his mother, and it also carries his childhood. Ni Jia knows what this house means. At this moment, her heart is beating faster than ever before.

"I don't have anything particularly precious," Li Yucheng put the key in her hand: "It's all here."

This is not just a house key. Ni Jia's fingers curled up and she felt helpless. She stared at Li Yucheng blankly: "You..."

She pursed her lips and reorganized her words: "This is too expensive, you yourself..."

Sensing that she was going to refuse, Li Yucheng could not wait to close her palm, his eyes dimming: "Keep it."

"I hope you don't think it's too late." After saying that, he took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves, found a rag, and began to clean the house in silence.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, so dust had accumulated on the cabinets and picture frames. Li Yucheng wiped them carefully with skilled movements, and was careful to avoid places that should not be touched by water.

"Do you come here often?"

"have not come here in ages."

“The yard is clean.”

"The servant comes once a month." Li Yucheng walked to the sink, washed the rag, wrung it until it was 70% dry, and then moved to another place to continue.

“It doesn’t look like anyone has been on the second floor.”

"I won't come up."

It seems that the second floor is a restricted area, and Li Yucheng should have restricted the servants' activities.

Ni Jia thought, yes, the paintings here are worth millions, and if they are bumped or scratched, let alone other things, the damage to the artistic value is difficult to estimate.

"How often do you come here?"

Li Yucheng paused for a moment and said nothing. In fact, he would come here when he was in a bad mood. He came more frequently in the past two years, but he hadn't come for half a year.

"Take me with you next time." Li Yucheng turned around. From his angle, half of Ni Jia's body was immersed in the sun. The other party shook the key at him and smiled.

"How else did you get in?"

This meant that he had accepted it. Li Yucheng's heart trembled. He threw down the rag in his hand, walked over quickly, held Ni Jia's face, and kissed her hard.