He is like warm mountains and soft waters

London's cultural heritage and modern atmosphere are reasonably integrated in this city, and there are too many colors intertwined between its conservative side and open modern development.

Ye Zhuo spent the longest study career here.

Here, there is Ye Zhuo's youth.

The assistant behind followed Ye Zhuo step by step, Ye Zhuo paused, "Xiao Li, go to the North Hotel and prepare the documents for the Hill Company, and I will contact you proactively when something happens." Li replied, Ye Zhuo took out his mobile phone again, and then spoke fluent English.

Soon, a Bentley stopped beside Ye Zhuo, and a handsome young man dressed in British style came out of it. He laughed when he saw Ye Zhuo. embarrassing style.

Ye Zhuo watched this person come out, and patted the other person's shoulder casually, the two of them were quite close.Then get in the car and sit in the co-driver.

The Bentley brand shines brightly, constantly presenting to the world high-quality cars that are noble, elegant and meticulously crafted.One can imagine what kind of wealthy families Bentley drove all the way.

This handsome young man dressed in British style has a stylish name—John Bigard. He was obviously more excited along the way, chatting with Ye Zhuo everywhere.

Ye Zhuo chatted up from time to time. When he was about to arrive at the Bigard family, Ye Zhuo's mood obviously fluctuated. He looked out of the window, and there were ginkgoes planted on both sides of the road—a kind of tree with a special style, with summer green leaves Autumn yellow, like an open folding fan, has a unique and beautiful shape.

This should mostly be a scene that appeared in China, but at this time it looks a bit bleak.Ye Zhuo just took a quick glance, then lowered his head.

In the past, fiery red maple leaves stretched on both sides of these roads. Whenever Jianqin Bigard walked by, he always raised his head slightly, and the maple leaves were so red.She suddenly appeared so brightly in Ye Zhuo's mind.

Through the branches of ginkgo, you can see not far away, surrounded by many thorns and roses, stands an ancient castle. The walls of the ancient castle have shown a new vitality after being renewed.

There are white roses blooming in front of the door, and the roses in the wind still have a clear smile.

When the old housekeeper heard the sound of the car, he came out to greet him.

John Bigard walked all the way and said: "Why didn't grandpa come out, this old man is too uninteresting." Walking into the interior of the castle, it is resplendent and resplendent, and there are still porcelains from the Ming and Qing Dynasties on the window.At this time, the interior of the castle is quiet, and the owner has not come back (the little old man in John Bigard's mouth).

The journey was full of wind and dust, John just said that he would welcome Ye Zhuo tomorrow.

The servants took Ye Zhuo to rest and walked through the floors. There were portraits of the Bigard family on the walls. Ye Zhuo stopped on a portrait. The woman in the painting had a profile similar to Ye Zhuo's mother. Ye Zhuo's grandmother has the gentleness of an oriental woman, but there is a hint of sadness between the woman's eyebrows.

Ye Zhuo never met his mother's relatives when he was young.

Every time he asked Mrs. Ye, Mrs. Ye always avoided answering.

When Ye Zhuo came to England to study, he met Jianqin Bigard, a passionate girl, and gradually came into contact with the Bigard family and his deceased grandmother.

Bigd's family member - Lan Xin Bigd, whose Chinese name is Bi Minglan, is now [-] years old. He came to China with missionaries when he was young, and fell in love with Ye Zhuo's grandmother.

At that time, it was still popular in China that parents should make decisions about marriage. Ye Zhuo's grandmother had already married someone else, and Lan Xin Bigard forcibly brought Ye Zhuo's grandmother back to England.

When Lan Xin Bigard came back, he summoned Ye Zhuo immediately.

Outside the door are white roses, pure and hopeless, but in the garden inside the door, there are large patches of violets in full bloom. The lavender violets are mysterious and elegant, with lush flowers, bright colors and strong fragrance.Its flower language: eternal love.

Ye Zhuo and Master Lan Xin Bigard walked in the garden together, the surrounding violets were blooming, and Master Lan Xin Bigger's hands stroked their petals from time to time, as if stroking the lingering fragrance left by the old days .

The two just walked in silence, but both of them seemed to be accustomed to this silent atmosphere.But at this time, Ye Zhuo was not at ease: "Recently, there was a jewelry creative dispute between Hill Company and Ye's Qingya. Presumably, Grandpa Bi has heard of it." Huayou is only a part of Ye's Group, Ye Zhuo now On the surface, besides Hua You's boss, he is still slowly handling other businesses under the Ye family. -

In fact, this incident seems to be just a dispute between the two companies on the surface, and there is no need to alarm the Bigd family at all. However, the real creator of the designed jewelry is Jianqin Bigd.

Jianqin Bigd's name has now become a taboo for the Bigd family.As soon as Ye Zhuo finished speaking, Master Lan Xin Bigod stopped in his footsteps, with a peaceful expression on his face, "You should also go to see Jian Qin when you come back this time."

"I'll go tomorrow." Ye Zhuo interrupted almost impatiently.

"Grandpa, you didn't notify me when you came back..." John Bigd came in with a shrugged face, and when he saw Master Lan Xin Bigd, he was smiling again. The two of them got along with each other with a smile on their faces, completely missing the dull atmosphere just now.

Ye Zhuo shook his head, took advantage of the gap and walked out.

"Don't go, I even said I'd catch you up." John Bigard saw Ye Zhuo's leaving figure and said quickly, extending his hand in Ye Zhuo's direction.

Ye Zhuo ignored it and walked out the door.

The white roses outside the door bloom undefeated and never wither.In Ye Zhuo's memory.

Ye Zhuo stretched out his hand to touch them, and the scene of him and Mu Chi's greenhouse in the small town unexpectedly came into his mind. The flower stand was swaying, and Mu Chi's face should be rouge.

In the first half of the month, Ye Zhuo couldn't fall asleep for a long time, tossed and turned, and simply got up.After tossing for a while, Ye Zhuo picked up a coat and went out.

The ginkgo leaves on both sides of the road are more and more colorful under the moonlight.Sprinkle a few drops of blood and tears on the rice paper, and it becomes a fiery red maple leaf.When Ye Zhuo touched the trunk of the ginkgo, it was icy and cold, directly dipping into the bottom of people's hearts.

Walking in the world, only passers-by.

Ye Zhuo used to not believe this sentence, but at this moment, a sense of hopelessness and desolation oppressed Ye Zhuo's heart, just like Jian Qin's face with tears.

Like the sadness in a portrait of his grandmother.

In the past, Ye Zhuo was both a participant and a bystander.

Unexpectedly, the bell sounded, especially loud in the empty street.

When Ye Zhuo took out his phone, the ringing stopped very briefly.

It's Mu Chi.

When Ye Zhuo was about to call, a text message appeared on the screen: "Ye Zhuo, I really pressed the number by accident, and I didn't want to disturb your sleep."

Ye Zhuo's fingers stopped on the screen for a while, but he didn't call back.

Walking along the side of the road, it slowly became a symbol.

China, at the same time, during the day.

Besides Mu Chi, there is also an aunt in charge of his daily life in this villa.Mu Chi has been grabbing some of Liu Ma's jobs these days.

Cooking, watering the flowers, and taking care of the garden, Mu Chi learned it well.

If Ye Zhuo was by his side, Mu Chi felt that he could still learn flower arranging, pottery making, bartending and so on.

As he thought about it, the number was dialed, and Mu Chi thought about the time difference again, so he hung up immediately.

Looking at the phone, Mu Chi felt that he could be rescued, so he added a thoughtful text message.

The next day, the cemetery was full of grass.

Ye Zhuo drove all the way here, when he got off the car, he paused.

There was a tall man standing beside the tomb, with his back to Ye Zhuo, unable to see his face clearly.

This is the cemetery of Guoyi Hill. He and Jian Qin were friends of Ye Zhuo when he was studying abroad.Jian Qin is a painting genius, and Guo can also match various utensils. Ye Zhuo is responsible for completing the finished product. They often travel together to find inspiration, design jewelry together, and carve jade together.

It's a pity that the friendship between three people is often the most difficult to maintain, just like the relationship between young people must be bloody and bloody before they are willing to end.

Every time he comes to Europe, Ye Zhuo always comes to meet old friends.

The man in front of the tomb was in his early thirties, in a black suit, with a serious expression and a serious smile. He focused on the photo on the tombstone, "You are here," the voice was calm, and there was no hint of surprise at Ye Zhuo's appearance.

Ye Zhuo didn't answer, looking at the photo on the tombstone, fell into silence.

The man in the photo has a pair of emerald green eyes, like glass, which are blurred and attractive, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his spirit is high, and he is lively and vivid.

Ye Zhuo couldn't watch the man speak, his throat was blocked by a deep sorrow, which he rarely had.

And the man on the side didn't answer any more.Just from the clenched fist of the man, it shows the man's obviously suppressed anger.

Half an hour later, the man left a sentence, "I'll see you at the Sylvia Golf Course this afternoon." When the man said this, his tone was filled with anger, and he didn't even cast a glance at Ye Zhuo until he left.

If it weren't for Guoyi Hill's cemetery, there is no doubt that the atmosphere between the two would be tense.