The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Yan Cheng called to book a plane ticket, and hurried home to pack his luggage.He didn't think to tell his dad until he boarded the plane.

The shadow of childhood is too heavy. He stayed with his mother in the hospital during the last time his mother spent in the world.The carnations on the window sill were changing every day, so they bloomed beautifully every day, but the person on the hospital bed withered day by day, and finally couldn't even raise his hand to touch his face.

She was coughing up blood every day, and the scene of blood spraying on the oxygen mask was a nightmare for him for a long time after his mother died.

His mother died of lung cancer that year, and it was already late when she was discovered.

For a while, he always believed that it was because of Wang Lin, and because of Wang Lin's father, that he neglected to care about his mother, so that the cancer was not discovered in time.

At that time, his grandmother hugged him and said: "Don't cry, baby, God will bless the kind person, she will go to the Paradise of Paradise, you should be happy for your mother, she is finally free, and no longer suffers from illness."

The person who said this at the beginning is now lying on the hospital bed, wondering if he is also suffering from illness...

Surrounded by pale walls, he walked alone in the empty corridor. He pushed open the door on the wall again and again. Every room was empty, with nothing but pale walls.

He kept pushing open the door and seeing empty rooms after another, and he became more and more frightened until he pushed open the last door and suddenly burst out laughing.

He jumped in with a smile, and his mother smiled at him sitting in a garden surrounded by coquettish carnations.

"Mom, why are you hiding here? Hide and seek can't be hidden here."

When he rushed forward, his mother disappeared, and the surroundings became a ward with pale walls and carnations in vases on the window sill.There was a person lying on the hospital bed. He walked over slowly and found that it was his grandmother. He was about to call "grandma".

Yan Cheng suddenly woke up from his dream, sweating all over his head, looking down at his hands unsteadily, as if the warm and sticky feeling was still on his hands.

"Sir, do you need help?" The flight attendant's beautiful voice sounded in my ear.

Yan Cheng regained his composure: "Please pour me a glass of juice."

The flight attendant asked thoughtfully, "Do you need a blanket? You'll get sick if you sleep like this."

"No, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Looking through the porthole, it was pitch black, and it was still dark.The plane took off at twelve o'clock at night, and had to transit in San Francisco. The direct flight from T City to Provence had to wait until the next day.

Yan Cheng took a sip of the juice, only to find that it was orange juice when he drank it, and he thought of Zhao Yan, a sweet to sour taste spread from his mouth...

It's not that he doesn't believe in Zhao Yan, it's just that he can't be angry for a while, as if his most cherished thing was touched by someone else, he just can't be angry for a while, and his words are a bit serious.

At this time, Yan Cheng suddenly remembered that envelope was still in his pocket, and he was in such a hurry to catch the plane that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

Opening the envelope, there was a contract inside, a contract from a housekeeping company. His first reaction was how could Zhao Yan have such a contract? !Didn't Zhao Yan drop it?

Keep reading, and soon he understood, because the address above was so familiar to him, it was his home.

Turning back, he saw Zhao Yan's name and his autograph. He had seen Zhao Yan's handwriting, and this was Zhao Yan's handwriting, which was both rigid and soft.The date below is the eve of New Year's Day last year, and the effective date of the contract is January 2009, 1.

The flight attendant walked by and saw that the juice in the glass had bottomed out, and asked softly, "Sir, do I need to refill your glass of juice?"

After asking both sides, there was no response, Yan Cheng lowered his head and turned a deaf ear.

Zhao Yan's voice sounded in his mind: "Yancheng, have you ever been to France? I heard that the lavender there is very famous. There is a place called the capital of lavender. I don't remember what it is called."

"My grandparents live in Provence, France. The lavender there is really beautiful. My grandmother is a painter. She painted a picture for me in the lavender manor. It's a big picture, and it's hanging in my house now."

"That must be beautiful."

"It's very beautiful. If you have a chance, you can come to my house to see it."

When Zhao Yan heard it, he bowed his head and smiled slightly.At that time, he only thought that smile was very beautiful, and it moved his heart more than the plum blossoms all over the tree, but what was that smiling person thinking at that time...

What kind of virtue and ability do I have, I deserve his liking in this way, and I have to try my best to get close.

He thought of the lavender-printed sofa cover at home, the curtain over the patio door.There is also the pickled fish that I ate for the first time, the dumplings that I can find in the refrigerator every time I am hungry, washed clean, folded neatly, the clothes in the closet,...

Every time he goes home, he can see a clean and warm home.

That time he asked Zhao Yan, how long have you liked me, he said, the first time I saw you in the library at the beginning of school...

He never thought of liking her in such a way, in such a humble way.

What's more, on the eve of New Year's Day..., that incident happened not long ago, because of himself, he was notorious.

With a "click", a tear overflowed from the eye socket, rolled down Yan Cheng's cheek, and landed on the paper, leaving a circle of water stains.

He has just begun to understand love ignorantly. It turns out that his lover, before he knew it, was already interpreting love with actions.

Yan Cheng eagerly took out his mobile phone, only to realize that he was on the plane now, the phone was turned off in his hand, and he couldn't make calls.

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Zhao Yan bought two bunches of candied haws and took the elevator from the bottom floor of Huiyuan Building to the top floor. As soon as he got off the elevator, he could see the six artistic characters "Grandma's Soil Bowl Vegetables" on the lintel of the restaurant.

It was still early, the restaurant did not serve breakfast, the door was open and there were no customers inside.

Zhao Yan walked into the store, saw no one, and called out: "Sister."

Yue Qingqing came out from the back kitchen, she was making breakfast, "Yanyan, why are you here so early, have you had breakfast? I'm making it."

Zhao Yan walked to the back kitchen door and leaned against the door, "No, what are you doing delicious?"

"Make some minced meat porridge for Xiao Li, what do you want to eat? My sister will make it for you." Yue Qingqing said with a smile, every time she saw Zhao Yan, she was very happy.

"I just want to eat this kind of minced meat porridge." Zhao Yan pointed to the porridge in the pot.

"Okay, you go out for a meeting first, it will be fine soon."

Zhao Yan: "Why didn't you see Xiaoli? I bought her candied haws."

"Before the room is up, don't spoil her so much, it will be hard to raise her mouth when the time comes."

Zhao Yan sat on the table and chair in front of the window, looked outside the glass curtain wall, the sky was getting more cloudy, it seemed that there were faint drops of rain, and it hadn't rained when he came up just now.

Coming all the way from school, he breathed some fresh air, and he felt that his cold symptoms were better, at least he didn't feel dizzy anymore.He began to think again, should he take the initiative to call Yan Cheng.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Yueli's crying from the room and woke up.

"Sister, you are busy, I'll go and see." Zhao Yan said to Yue Qingqing who was hurriedly wiping her hands.

Xiao Yueli stopped crying when she saw someone coming in, her eyes were swollen from sleep, she lay on the bed and called her brother sweetly.

When Zhao Yan helped her dress, she made trouble on the bed and pulled Zhao Yan's sleeve to "giggle" when she couldn't dress well.

Zhao Yan pinched her chubby face: "Little fool."

"Giggle..."

After getting dressed and coming out with someone in her arms, Yue Qingqing had already placed breakfast on the table.

Yue Qingqing: "Why didn't Yan Cheng come with you?"

Zhao Yan: "He likes to sleep late, I'll call him later and ask when he will come over."

Zhao Yan thought to himself, if you take the initiative to fight, you should take the initiative to fight, the cold war hurts too much, and I am not a little girl who needs to be coaxed.

After sitting down and eating two mouthfuls, Liu Guohua came in from the outside in a hurry, most of his body was wet, "Damn it, it's raining so hard!"

Yue Qingqing gave him a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water off his head. Liu Guohua swept around the restaurant while wiping, and asked with doubts, "Didn't Yan Cheng come?"

The chopsticks in Zhao Yan's hand paused slightly, "No, what's wrong?"

"There is no one in the dormitory, and the phone can't be reached."

There is no one in the dormitory, maybe I went back to Shengshi Qingcheng last night, and no one answered the phone, what's going on?Yan Cheng usually doesn't answer the phone.

Zhao Yan was inexplicably worried. He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and went to the side to make a phone call. He couldn't get through, and the message was that the phone had been turned off.

Dial again, still can't get through.

Zhao Yan is not calm anymore, Yan Cheng never shuts down the phone for no reason.

"Sister, help me get an umbrella, I'll go to Shengshi Qingcheng to have a look."

Liu Guohua: "It's also possible that the phone is out of battery."

It's unlikely that the power will be out early in the morning.

Yue Qingqing brought an umbrella and handed it to Zhao Yan, saying: "Yanyan, I heard your voice is wrong, do you have a cold? It's raining so hard, why don't you let Guohua go and have a look?"

Zhao Yan took the umbrella and hurried out, "It's fine, it's not in the way."

The rain was indeed heavy. On the marble steps in front of the entrance of Huiyuan Building, rain flowers splashed one after another, and the leaves outside were rattled by the rain.

Zhao Yan opened his umbrella, walked into the rain, and went down the steps in front of the entrance of Huiyuan Building. After walking two steps, the phone in his pocket rang.

He had a premonition that this time it must be Yan Cheng's call. He moved the umbrella to his left hand, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his right hand. The rain wet the back of his hand by an accidental movement.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the incoming call on it. The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth curled up. He turned around and stepped up the steps in two or three steps. He walked to the shelter under the eaves and put away his umbrella while answering the phone.

"Yancheng, where are you? Why did you shut down the phone just now?"

It was a voice of concern, without any blame, which moved Yan Cheng, "I was transiting in San Francisco. I just got off the plane and started the machine. I will fly to Provence later."

Zhao Yan: "You went to France so suddenly?"

"Zhao Yan, my grandma is seriously ill." Yan Cheng's voice was a bit heavy.

This kind of heaviness seemed to hit Zhao Yan's heart, and a trace of distress spread from it. He even lost his temper last night. "Yan Cheng, I'm sorry, I wish your grandma the best of luck, be careful on the road alone,... what can I do for you?"

Yan Cheng: "You have to call me every night, and pray to my grandma when you have time."

Zhao Yan: "Okay."

Yan Cheng: "The lavender in Provence will be in bloom in early June, will you come to France then?"

"it is good."

Yan Cheng: "Zhao Yan, I'm sorry last night, I didn't believe you, I was just...jealous."