Years are warm

The weather in Shenning in May has begun to become sultry, and occasionally a sudden shower of rain pours down, which comes and goes quickly.

Xu Huaian roughly handled the work in hand, and before leaving, he went to the legal side with a stack of documents.

When Ye Sinian heard the knock on the door, he raised his head and saw that she was holding her bag and was about to leave. He didn't forget to check that it was only past two o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's rare, you actually have to leave at this point." Ye Sinian put the document she handed over to him, "What's the situation?"

Xu Huaian pulled the broken hair behind his ears, and said vaguely: "I'm going to see someone to deal with some personal matters, I'll be back later, if you have something to call, or you can send the information to my email first."

She didn't go into details, and Ye Sinian naturally didn't ask more questions, but just said hello softly.

The weather outside was a bit cloudy, as if it was about to rain again. There was no one around the office building at this point, and occasionally one passed by, and they were in a hurry.

Xu Huaian went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

The new area is a bit far from the place where my family used to live, and it takes an hour to drive.

The person who asked her out was none other than Xie Yuanhong.

The man is still the same as in the memory, but he seems to have changed a lot in the past few years.Xu Huaian knew more or less about Xie Zhiyao's estrangement from them. She was not the person involved, but she also felt mixed feelings.

On the last side a few years ago, Xie Yuanhong's attitude was indifferent and tough, but this time...he came to apologize.

Probably time can really change a lot of things.

"Did she tell you... about the death of the old man the year before last?" Xie Yuanhong looked at the mature woman in front of him, and for a moment recalled the taciturn child many years ago, "At that time, she refused to come back to see , I understand her attitude."

Xu Huai'an sighed upon hearing this.

"Uncle, I accept the apology, but there are some things you shouldn't have said to me." Xu Huaian sat back in his chair and said softly, "As a person, I can accept your apology. As for the matter of that year, you and my parents have negotiated what should be discussed, and I have no other ideas. But..." Her voice lowered, and she stared at the person in front of her with deep eyes.

"If you or someone else really wants to apologize to someone, it's better to apologize directly to the person who has been hurt. It's more straightforward."

This is what Xie Zhiyao said, and it is also Gu Xinci.She believed that Xie Yuanhong could understand.

Sure enough, Xie Yuanhong watched her silent for a long time, then sighed slowly.

"I understand what you mean. There are some things, some words... It's time to say it."

Hearing these words, Xu Huai'an lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.Now that she had finished speaking, she got up and planned to leave.

But before going out, she suddenly heard a soft call behind her.

"Xiao An."

Xu Huaian turned his head sideways and saw Xie Yuanhong showing a gentle smile.

It's not the kind of polite smile that is measured and measured, but the kind that comes from the heart.

He pursed his lower lip and said, "Next month, Yaoyao will be graduating. We..."

"Let's go pick her up together."

The last one was Gu Xinci who came to pick him up.

She had no intention of talking to these people, but silently led them to the campus and exhibition area.

"That's what she drew." Gu Xinci left this sentence and turned around to leave the door.

Everyone present knew what she was referring to.

Xie Zhiyao stood inside and watched them. She recorded the story from the perspective of a bystander with different strokes.

It is the regret of the past, and it is also the first new life.

It belongs to the past as well as the future.

This is an answer sheet she gave.

Xu Huai'an looked at it for a while and then went out to wait for her at the door. The sun outside was a bit bright, so she squinted her eyes subconsciously due to the sunlight, and turned her head only when she heard footsteps.

Xie Zhiyao tilted his head and looked at her with a half-smile.

Xu Huaian pursed his lower lip and reached out to her.

"have they gone?"

"Hmm... where are you going?" Xie Zhiyao hooked her little finger and shook it gently.

Xu Huaian let her swing her arms, smiled and raised her hand to tap her forehead.

"Let's go home."

They are indeed home, their own home.

After a few years, I set foot on my hometown again. It is impossible to say that there is no emotion. Time has changed many things, but there is something that remains the same.

In addition to her daily work and painting, occasionally Ning Dalai asked her to take the students. Originally, Xie Zhiyao made a small studio on the second floor of his home, but it was really troublesome in the future, so he simply opened a separate studio outside to teach students.

One day, the student brought the kitten at home to the studio. After class, Xie Zhiyao reluctantly rubbed the kitten's head, and went back to mention it to Xu Huaian.

So one day when Xu Huai'an went to pick her up from the studio after work, he suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "Look at the back seat later."Xie Zhiyao put away his things and locked the door, followed her downstairs to the car and opened the rear door first.

There is a gray cat bag on it, and it should be heard someone's voice, the little white cat with blue eyes is pulling the grid, meowing repeatedly.

Xie Zhiyao opened his eyes wide in surprise and turned around, seeing Xu Huaian standing behind him pursing his lips and smiling.

In the spring three years later, Xie Zhiyao went back to Paris. Vincent had made an appointment with her for an exhibition before, and this time it was a promise.The design was based on the other party's consideration, except for the painting hanging on the second floor.

It was probably the most cherished piece of work in her life.

During the interview, Wen Sen looked at her with deep meaning in his eyes, and said: "I chose you not only because of your skills and ideas, but also because of the emotions you want to express in your works."

"Many designers and painters know how to pour their emotions into their works, but you seem to be different. You are the teller in this work."

Xie Zhiyao stared at him without answering.

"Can you tell me about this, where did your inspiration come from?" Vincent nodded slightly at her, and asked politely, "A relative? A friend? Or... a lover?"

The last two words are like a feather tugging at the heartstrings.

Xie Zhiyao was in a daze for a moment, and in that moment, she remembered many things.

"Love." When she came back to her senses, she suddenly realized that these two words sounded so sweet, so she laughed.

"We grew up together and went to the same university together, but I was with her, and my parents were very against it. Because of some elders, they even refused to let me go into art subjects at first, and people around them felt that they were right. , except her. She said, I can do whatever I want.” The past was narrated in the most peaceful and short words, Xie Zhiyao’s eyes glowed with tenderness, “What we are together is dominated by others. I told them, and they even agreed to send me to art college in order to make us break up."

"You agreed?" Vincent touched his chin and said.

"No, I didn't." She smiled and shook her head, "It was her. She asked our friends to find a way to talk, and we played a scene in front of my parents. But even so, my parents still came to Paris to study with me It took more than a year to return to China. Even later, I couldn’t contact her directly for a long time.”

"It must have been tough." Vincent smiled, "What happened afterwards?"

"She built a private website, and gave me the URL and password through the teacher, and would post some recent photos on it from time to time." Xie Zhiyao said softly, "Later, I found her back through that website."

"It was a very hard time, but fortunately we didn't give up." She put her hands in the pockets of her coat, "If the painting in the year of graduation is to record other people's stories, then this painting is for her. She always said that I was her light, but now I feel that she is also my light."

That love has been precipitated into fine wine over the years, exuding a rich fragrance.They once walked through the green youth, experienced wind and rain, and saw the most beautiful flowers on the top of the mountain.

Vincent patted her on the shoulder and said, "A hard-won love, bless you, my friend."

Xie Zhiyao thanked him with a smile, counted it as the end of the interview, and hurried to the passage.

She walked in such a hurry that she almost sprained her ankle.

At the exit, she saw the woman who had been waiting there for a long time.

She slowed down slowly.

Probably just got out of the car, Xu Huai'an still had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, and Wenxiu's face was even more bookish.The sun shines on half of her shoulders, and the Rhine River behind her is still rushing.

Xie Zhiyao stood in the shadow for a while, then walked towards her quickly.

She opened her arms, ignoring the gazes of the people around her, and hugged the woman's waist tightly, rubbing her cheeks into her shoulders twice.

"Ayao?" Xu Huai'an stretched out his arms to hug her, and stretched his five fingers through her long hair to rub the back of her head, "What's wrong?"

Xie Zhiyao hugged her tightly and did not let go, buried in her arms and said in a muffled voice: "It's nothing, it's just..."

"I miss you."

Xu Huai'an froze for a moment, shook his head with a broken smile, and then tightened his arms around her a little.

This trip to Paris went smoothly, and the art exhibition sparked a lot of discussion in the circle, but Xie Zhiyao unexpectedly postponed the follow-up work.

Although Xu Huai'an was strange, he didn't care about it. Anyway, Xie Zhiyao can do anything, and it's not that she doesn't have the money to make her trouble.

It was mid-June when the secret was revealed.

The summer heat in Shenning was wave after wave, but the sea breeze in the evening unexpectedly dissipated the heat.

Xie Zhiyao mysteriously dragged Xu Huaian, who had just finished a project, to Ninghai City.

It's not the weekend yet, this place is far away from the urban area, and the seaside, which used to be crowded with people, is unexpectedly quiet at the moment.

The two of them stepped on the soft sand aimlessly, and the tide came up, soaking the hot sand during the day.

Xie Zhiyao asked her at this moment: "Do you remember when we came to high school?"

"Remember, after finally finishing the final exam, Siyuan drove everyone crazy." Xu Huaian intertwined her fingers and said with a smile, "In the end, almost everyone was completely soaked."

"Yeah..." Xie Zhiyao put one hand in his pocket, and suddenly let go of her and walked backwards in front, smiling, "It's been so many years, and she and Mingzhe are almost there."

Xu Huaian paused and raised an eyebrow at her.

I have been mysterious for several months, and now I suddenly mention this...

Xie Zhiyao blinked his eyes, leaned closer and said, "Can my clever Xiao An guess what I want to do?"

Xu Huai'an chuckled, stood still and said, "What are you doing?"

Xie Zhiyao licked his lips, leaned over and kissed her, looked at the sunset by the sea, and said, "In the past few months after the art exhibition, I asked Vincent to do something for me."

Xu Huaian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lowered eyes were deep.

Xie Zhiyao retreated a little from her embrace, and slowly spread out his tightly clenched palms.

She held a pair of rings in her palms.

Platinum is the ring, and the small diamonds are exquisite and beautiful.

Like the tone that the painting shows.

Xu Huaian's breath trembled for a moment, his eyes darkened.

"Xiao'an." Xie Zhiyao pressed her forehead and whispered.

"Marry me."

The evening glow burned the sky red.

Xu Huaian laughed softly, and squeezed her knuckles with his backhand.

"it is good."

The years may be long, but I would like to spend the rest of my life saying that I love you.

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