After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

"Mr. Yi." A male voice came from behind, and Yu Jing turned around.

A man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking dignified and elegant, was walking towards them with a smile.

Yi Zongyou stretched out his hand and shook the man's hand. "Nice to meet you again. The exhibition went well."

"Thanks to your investment." The man's name was Chang Ye, and his voice was as gentle as he was.

After that, he glanced at Yu Jing again and said, "Then I won't disturb you from watching the exhibition."

"it is good."

After Chang Ye left, Yu Jing shook Yi Zongyu's arm in disbelief and asked.

"You invested in it?"

"Yes." Yi Zongyu patted Yu Jing's waist, "Let's go and look at the paintings."

The painter that Yu Jing likes often uses the scenery of southern France as his subject matter. His painting style is mostly fresh, but if you look closely, each painting contains a sense of melancholy.

He explained the paintings to Yi Zongyu in a vivid and soft voice, and was serious like a little teacher.

"You know so much." Yi Zongyu looked at him.

Yu Jing smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's only because I like this painter that I want to know more about him."

“Well, that’s pretty impressive too.”

This was the second time he was praised today. Yu Jing squinted his eyes and smiled, then continued to tell him.

Yi Zongyu actually didn't listen much later, because Yu Jing always looked at him with a smile and pulled his sleeve from time to time.

Very seductive.

"Let's go to the second floor and take a look." Yu Jing said, "The style should be different."

"Ah."

At the end of the second floor there is a large painting called Forest.

The painting shows a forest in winter. Although the colors are dull and monotonous, they create a minimalist and quiet beauty, vaguely revealing a hint of sadness.

Yu Jing stood in front of the painting and looked at it seriously for a long time without saying a word.

Yi Zongyu glanced over and said, "What's wrong, little painter?"

"I don't like winter, and I don't like snow." Yu Jing's eyes showed a hint of sadness, "But this painting is beautiful."

"Why don't you like it?"

Yu Jing lowered his eyes, "I don't know either."

Yi Zongyou rubbed his head and said softly: "You can tell me."

Yu Jing's heart moved and he looked at him.

Yi Zongyu always has a reassuring aura about him. He appears very steady and makes people feel at ease.

"Because my birthday is in winter." Yu Jing said softly.

"Did anything happen?"

Yu Jing’s thoughts were torn back to that day of heavy snow. It was the second year after his mother’s death, and he had just entered high school.

It snows a lot in Beijing in winter, and it keeps falling.

His birthday was in early December, but it seemed like no one had cared about it for a long time, not even Yu Jing himself.

It’s just a birthday, no different from countless ordinary days.

High school students have to attend evening classes, so it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Yu Jing returned home.

He was a little surprised to find a birthday cake on the table after entering the living room.

Stepmother Lin Xian had a hypocritical smile on her face, "Xiao Jing, isn't today your birthday? Auntie bought this cake especially for you. Have a try."

Yu Jing glanced at her younger brother Yu Qianbei who was standing beside her. The boy, who was three years younger than her, had an impatient look on his face and seemed extremely unwilling to stay there.

"Thank you."

Yu Jing didn't understand why, but he still thanked him politely.

Yu Kaicheng came down from upstairs and without much emotion asked him to cut the cake and go to bed early after eating.

Although he was surprised again and again, Yu Jing didn't want to refuse the other people's face, so he cut the cake symbolically.

The whole family celebrated his birthday in silence at the table. Only he and Yu Qianbei ate the cake, while Lin Xian and Yu Kaicheng just sat there for a while.

The cake was very sweet. After eating a piece, Yu Jing thanked again and went upstairs.

"Hey, wait a minute." Lin Xian called him, still with an annoying hypocritical look, "Xiao Jing, Auntie wants to tell you something."

Yu Jing looked at her calmly, as if waiting for her to continue.

"That's right, Auntie feels really guilty and doesn't know how to tell you." Lin Xian was embarrassed. "Please don't get angry after hearing this."

"Go ahead."

Lin Xian glanced at him and said, "It's about your mother..."

Yu Jing's heart tightened, "What?"

Lin Xian spoke hesitantly.

"Your mother's portrait and urn have always been in your room. Xiaobei accidentally went in today and... accidentally lost them."

Yu Jing stood there in shock, the tinnitus starting to bind his nerves from far away to near.

His voice was trembling, and even breathing became painful, "Lost?"

"I'm sorry, Xiaojing. It's all Auntie's fault." Lin Xian said, "Xiaobei is just a child. He doesn't understand what urn photos are. He just took them out of curiosity to play..."

Yu Qianbei snorted coldly, stared at Yu Jing arrogantly and said:

"I know everything. I lost it because it was your mother's portrait and urn."

"The person has been dead for a year, and there is an urn and a portrait at home. If you don't think it's unlucky, I do!"

"If you miss your mom so much, why don't you die with her? Why are you pretending to be a filial son by putting an urn in your room?"

Yu Kaicheng scolded at the right time: "Qianbei, be careful when talking to your brother."

Yu Jing didn't have time to think, he rushed upstairs, pushed open the door and looked at the table, and sure enough, it was empty.

His heart sank and he ran to the first floor with red eyes.

"Where did you lose it?"

Yu Qianbei shrugged indifferently and spoke slowly.

"It was thrown into the back garden this afternoon. It was snowing so heavily and your mother's ashes were white. Who knows where they are?"

Yu Jing turned around and rushed out of the living room, running towards the back garden. It was snowing heavily outside. He was wearing a thin sweater, but he didn't feel cold.

The back garden was silent and desolate. The whole yard was covered with a dark haze. The snow on the ground was so thick that there was not even a footprint.

Yu Jing stood there in a daze, motionless. He felt his throat dry, as if an invisible hand was locking his neck.

A feeling of nausea churned in his stomach, and the sweet taste of birthday cake came up. He vomited violently, until his stomach cramped and his body trembled.

Tears rolled out of his eyes drop by drop and fell on the snow. The wet marks created a small hole and trapped the seventeen-year-old Yu Jing inside.

The blurry white in the memories overlapped with the painting in front of him, and Yu Jing was pulled into a warm embrace.

The man's overwhelming and steady aura enveloped him, his hand placed on the back of his head, and his voice was low and mellow.

"I will be with you every winter from now on."

Yu Jing didn't cry, but his eyes were a little sore.

Remembering that they were outside and considering Yi Zongyu's identity, he wanted to get out of the man's arms, but Yi Zongyu held him very tightly.

"Let go first. We are outside and someone may see us." Yu Jing said softly.

Obviously, she really needed someone to accompany her, but she still considered him first and avoided suspicion for him. An indescribable heartache rolled from the bottom of Yi Zongyu's heart and surged to his throat.

"Yu Jing, I know you need a hug."

Are you stupid? You only think about others and not yourself.

"Yi Zongyou, let go first and hug me when we get back."

Yu Jing's earlobes were a little red. Although there were not many people around, people passing by would occasionally look over.

Yi Zongyu then let him go and reached out to gently touch Yu Jing's cheek.

"Then go back now."

On the other side of the gallery, under the pure white light, Xu Xiaofan stood there, quietly looking at the backs of the two people, with a lost and complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The inner struggle, sadness, and entanglement.

After a long time, he turned and left.