you are a star

After Chu Mo got on the plane, he covered his face with a big-brimmed hat, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and kept his ears shut.

In the past, she couldn't sleep well a few days before her mother's death day, but the strange thing is that she couldn't sleep well in the empty city. Here, she fell asleep before the plane started to take off.

After an unknown amount of time, she woke up. As soon as she moved, the hat covering her face slipped off. She subconsciously raised her hand to catch it, but bumped into something in midair.

Much like a human hand.

She frowned, and suddenly withdrew her hand, and the hat slipped off.

When she opened her eyes, what caught her eyes was a pair of rimless glasses, and it seemed a little surprising that she was still a refined man in a straight suit.

With a slight smile in her clear voice: "So it's you."

Chu Mo thought for a while before remembering that this man was the man who offered her cigarettes in the hospital and brought back the lighter she had left in the smoking area.

She nodded politely, as a greeting, and then her eyes fell on the big-brimmed hat that the man was holding.

Although the two are seated next to each other, there is still a little distance between them. The man can easily catch her hat, and his reaction ability is also amazing.

The man handed her the hat without haste.

Chu Mo paused, and then said: "Thank you."

She slept for a long time, and the plane had already flown almost half way, and when she spoke, her voice became a little hoarse.

The man asked her very gentlemanly: "Can I get you a glass of warm water?"

Then, without waiting for Chu Mo to speak, he asked the stewardess to pour Chu Mo a glass of warm water.

After putting down a glass of warm water in front of Chu Mo, the man stopped talking. There was a laptop in front of him, and it looked like he was working just now.

Chu Mo looked back, drank water, looked at the chaotic sky outside the window, and glanced at the time. It was nine o'clock at night in China.

She had a light meal on the plane, and the man who was busy with work around him might have smelled the aroma, so he temporarily finished the work at hand.

Just as Chu Mo looked down at the magazine, a glass of champagne suddenly appeared in front of him.

The flight attendant explained: "Mr. Han asked me to bring it to you."

Chu Mo hesitated for a moment, the man over there smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and raised it towards her, "Today is the Double Ninth Festival, there is no chrysanthemum wine, so we can only use champagne instead, we are both from Yanjing, let's drink this wine together."

It turned out to be a festival, and Chu Moduo didn't know much about those festivals in China.

She also raised the cup, making the same movements as the man, holding the cup through the air, and then her eyes fell on the screen of the laptop in front of the man.

What was shown there was a painting.

The painting is a field of roses blooming warmly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She doesn't know much about painting, but she also knows that the painting has been listed as one of the world's famous paintings and is on display in the Louvre Museum in the capital of country F.

Han Qiuming noticed her gaze, glanced at the laptop, and asked meaningfully: "Miss also knows how to draw?"

Chu Mo shook his head with a smile, and said flatly, "I just know the painter."

If she read it correctly, there are four English letters written in the lower right corner of the painting: [SHEN]

Shen.

Everyone in the world thought that man was dead and completely disappeared from this world, but they didn't know that he still had something left in this world, just like he injected his soul into it to live forever.

"Oh?" Han Qiuming was a little surprised. He likes to collect famous paintings, but he heard that this painting will never be sold, and it will only be kept in the exhibition of the Louvre in Country F.

And no one knew the real information of the painter, only four letters were left in the lower right corner of the painting, and only the other party had only this painting.

And Chu Mo's next words made him very regretful——

"But he's dead."

She raised her glass to Han Qiuming, and Han Qiuming frowned, feeling that it was a pity that such a talented painter was no longer around.

Then he smiled in relief.

After the plane landed, Han Qiuming offered to send Chu Mo off, but Chu Mo declined, "It's not convenient."

Han Qiuming didn't insist any more, and he clicked as far as he could, so as not to be too abrupt and offensive, "No matter what the reason for your visit, I wish you all the best."

"You too."

Han Qiuming nodded slightly, "I'm here for my daughter. She has a rare disease. I'll bring her medical records to find a doctor first. I'm worried about other people coming. I want to talk to the doctor in person. If it goes well." She will bring the child here, it is not suitable for her to leave a certain area now."

Chu Mo remembered that Li Dongbai said that he was divorced and had a child with him.

But I didn't expect this to be the case with the child. Judging from his age, the child should be very young.

When they met in the hospital that day, he should also be dealing with his daughter's affairs.

"You love her very much." Chu Mo said it from the heart, because she could tell.

Han Qiuming: "There is no parent who does not love their child, she is a gift to me."

Chu Mo smiled slightly, "Really."

After leaving the airport, it started to rain outside. Chu Mo sat in the car and looked at the busy pedestrians outside. She hadn't set foot in this fast-paced city for a year.

Every year, I only come here for a few days, like a traveler who comes and goes in a hurry.

Chu Mo walked into the pre-booked hotel, and the waiter took her to the room with the suitcase. The room was on the top floor, and the view was very good.

After sleeping on the plane, Chu Mo sank into the sofa and fell asleep again in a daze. When he woke up, it was already dark outside.

In China, she took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, and it was already dawn.

She was bored and took out the remote control to turn on the TV. At this moment, her mobile phone rang, it was a WeChat message.

Qiao Nan: [Are you here? 】

She replied with one hand: [Here we are, it was still midnight in Yanjing City at that time, so I didn't send you a message. 】

Qiao Nan suppressed his excitement, and instead of telling Chu Mo that Li Dongbai had followed her to country M, he said: [Wait for you to come back. 】

Chu Mo: [Okay. 】

After finally waiting for dawn, Chu Mo went to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on delicate makeup, sprayed on perfume, changed into beautiful and gorgeous clothes, and left the hotel.

After getting into the taxi, she told the driver the address, and the driver said blankly that he knew, and then started the car.

After getting off the car, Chu Mo looked at the tall iron gate in front of him, went to the guard and told him the purpose of coming here, and was led into an office-like room, where he filled out a form.

The English-speaking Caucasian man said to her, "Come with me."

And the morning sun pierced through the clouds and fell on a few letters outside the towering iron gate: XXXX Prison