Chapter 106: Peeping into the Past (Part 2)
The car drove along the highway, crossed the dividing line between day and night, and when the two arrived at Ruyan Teahouse, it was already dark.
Ruyan Teahouse is embedded in layers of red maple leaves. Mid-autumn has arrived, and the maple leaves are bright red with the tips reflecting dark yellow.
It was quiet inside and outside the teahouse, with only the night wind rustling the maple leaves.
After getting off the car, Luo Qinglin was still a little nervous and asked, "Is there anything else that can't be mentioned?"
Along the way, Luo Qinglin kept asking JL what taboos he had and what he couldn't say.
Jiang Yanyu was nonchalant and casually said a few words, "Don't mention your ex-husband", "Don't mention Alina" and "Don't mention Mayfield's name".
"Why are you panicking? JL is easy to get along with. You'll know once you meet him." Jiang Yanyu closed the car door, took off the tie from around his neck, and tied it under Luo Qinglin's collar.
Jiang Yanyu's tie is red and green, with a lovely Christmas style, and there are elks and bows reflected on the fabric.
"Baby is so good." Jiang Yanyu tightened his tie with satisfaction, smoothed the wrinkles on Luo Qinglin's shirt, and walked into the teahouse holding his hand.
Ruyan Teahouse is not a traditional teahouse. Its interior decoration adopts the neo-Chinese style. Its tea varieties span both Chinese and Western styles, and its guests come from all over the world.
After entering the room, a man and a woman wearing moon-white skirts, with their hands in front of them, said in a low voice: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yanyu must be very familiar with the teahouse. After entering the door, he turned directly and walked towards the narrow area.
When they reached the door of a private room in the corner, Jiang Yanyu suddenly stopped and said to Luo Qinglin, "Be good, help me tidy up my clothes."
After taking off the Christmas-style tie, Jiang Yanyu's frivolous temperament disappeared a lot, and he inexplicably became calm and solemn.
Luo Qinglin placed his hand on Jiang Yanyu's shoulder, gently brushed off the dust on his coat, and symbolically pulled the coat down, "It's done."
"And the hair." Jiang Yanyu said, leaning down slightly.
Jiang Yanyu had used hair wax, and only a few strands of hair were scattered due to walking, lying softly on her forehead. Luo Qinglin stood on tiptoe and pushed back all the strands of his hair.
"Okay." Luo Qinglin landed on his heels.
Jiang Yanyu leaned forward, raised the corners of his mouth, and rested his forehead on Luo Qinglin's forehead, saying ambiguously: "Baby, your tie is so cute, like a ribbon tied around a gift."
This sentence sounded wrong. Luo Qinglin glared at the vixen, then avoided her sight and whispered, "This is obviously your tie."
"Louis! How long are you going to stick around with your little cutie outside the door?" A gentle female voice suddenly sounded from inside the door, with a standard British accent.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu stood up and pushed the door open with Luo Qinglin.
The decoration in the private room has an exotic and simple feel. JL is wearing a black suit and sitting behind a dark brown round wooden table.
JL's facial features are not three-dimensional. His eye sockets are shallow, his nose tip is small, his lips are thin, and his cheekbones are soft. No single part is outstanding when viewed alone, but when put together, they have a unique appeal.
JL is not young, over fifty years old. When she smiles, a few wrinkles appear at the corners of her eyes. However, these traces of time do not diminish her beauty, but instead reveal her mature charm.
Walking into the door, Luo Qinglin smiled and greeted JL stiffly, also saying in a British accent: "Hello."
Seeing Luo Qinglin tense his upper limbs and obviously unable to relax, JL put on a kind smile and joked: "Ah~ Isn't this Louis' little baby~"
Luo Qinglin had not expected that the "little darling" group would spread across the ocean, from the second-generation circle to the elders' circle, becoming a big deal and known to everyone.
In order to prevent JL from finding him boring, Luo Qinglin laughed dryly and said, suppressing his embarrassment, "Yes, I am indeed his little darling."
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, looked at Luo Qinglin with ambiguous eyes, and deliberately asked: "My little baby?"
The ending tone of Jiang Yanyu's voice was deliberately raised for fun, like a hook, which made Luo Qinglin's ears blush with embarrassment.
Luo Qinglin turned his head and glared at the vixen. Jiang Yanyu then put away his joking attitude and said to JL: "I brought the man here. Didn't you say you wanted to talk to him? Let's talk quickly so that we can go home and rest."
JL ignored Jiang Yanyu, took the flower porcelain teapot, poured the black tea into the cup, placed it on the edge of the other end of the wooden table, and waved to Luo Qinglin, "Lin, sit down quickly, don't be nervous."
"Okay, Mrs. Starla." Luo Qinglin nodded, pulled out the wooden chair under the table, and sat down carefully.
Hearing this address, JL smiled and replied, "Don't call me Mrs. Starla, it sounds too old-fashioned, just call me JL."
"Okay." Luo Qinglin picked up the teacup stiffly, took a sip, and made no sound.
JL didn't pour tea for Jiang Yanyu. He poured himself some tea and sat on a chair, urging her, "Hurry up and talk. After we finish talking, we have to go back and enjoy the night."
Before he could even swallow a mouthful of hot tea, Luo Qinglin was almost frightened to the point of vomiting it out.
This vixen has to joke around at a time like this!
Luo Qinglin swallowed the black tea in his mouth and took the initiative to change the topic: "JL, how long will you stay in Beijing?"
"I have to go back to London tomorrow morning," JL replied, "I will come back when 'Reverse Supermodel' officially starts."
He had wanted to take JL around Beijing and surrounding cities to get closer to her, but he didn't expect her to leave the next morning. Luo Qinglin felt a little disappointed.
Seeing what he was thinking, JL smiled and asked, "Next time I come, I'll ask you to take me to some beautiful places. Is that okay, Lin?"
"Of course," Luo Qinglin said, "Any time is fine."
"Okay," Jiang Yanyu put down his teacup with a bang and interrupted, "I beg you two to stop saying polite words. It sounds awkward. Tell me something interesting."
This stinky vixen!
Luo Qinglin couldn't bear it any longer, he opened his eyes wide and turned his head, warning Jiang Yanyu with his eyes to speak less.
"Why are you glaring at me?" Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly, "If you really can't find anyone to talk to, just take some photos and post them on social media, then go home early."
Seeing the two young people "piercing each other" with their eyes, JL thought it was cute and laughed out loud: "After being with you, Louis has become a child, not as calm as before."
Is Jiang Yanyu still calm?
Luo Qinglin couldn't imagine it, so he asked curiously, "What did Louis look like before?"
JL put his hand on his chin and thought carefully before saying, "At that time, because his eyes were fierce, the kids in the circle were afraid of him. They didn't dare to talk to him, and they didn't even dare to look him in the eye."
"But now those kids are also afraid of him," JL smiled and shook his head, "They all treat him as an elder and don't dare to make him angry. Starla even complained to me the other day, saying that he stood up for you and scolded everyone in the group."
Who would have thought that the vixen was a dignified person in the circle?
Luo Qinglin subconsciously glanced at the vixen. Jiang Yanyu felt his gaze, so he smiled at him and threw him an extremely frivolous wink.
How can this be scary?
Obviously flirtatious and frivolous.
Jiang Yanyu's charming eyes gave Luo Qinglin goose bumps, and he shuddered. He quickly turned his head back, determined to ignore it.
"Have you seen his old photos?" JL said with sparkling eyes, "I have them on my phone. You'll see when you see them. He was a really vicious and troublesome person."
Luo Qinglin thought to himself that of course there was, and it was saved from Han Ming, but he shook his head and pretended that he had never seen it.
"Do you have my consent before you can look at my photos casually?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a cold snort.
However, before Jiang Yanyu could stop him, JL pulled up his photo and quickly handed the phone to Luo Qinglin.
Jiang Yanyu originally wanted to reach out to grab it, but Luo Qinglin swiftly jumped around the round table and hid behind JL, seizing the time to look at the photo.
Jiang Yanyu in the photo should be about fifteen or sixteen years old, still in adolescence, and is much taller than others.
What surprised Luo Qinglin the most was not Jiang Yanyu's fierce eyes, his buzz cut, or his sour expression as if someone owed him hundreds of millions.
Instead, Jiang Yanyu's arms were covered with various tattoos. Luo Qinglin took a closer look and discovered that the tattoos included not only Satan's devil skull, but also a cross strangled by a knife and fork.
But when he first met Jiang Yanyu, there were no tattoos on Jiang Yanyu's arms, and his skin was clean without a trace.
"Jiang Yanyu, did you like to get tattoo stickers in the past?" Luo Qinglin raised his cell phone and asked in confusion.
Jiang Yanyu coughed lightly and said unnaturally: "It's not a tattoo sticker, it's a tattoo, but I washed it off later."
No wonder those kids were afraid of Jiang Yanyu.
Luo Qinglin thought of the second-generation celebrities at the ball. Although they looked naughty, they were dressed properly and were obviously naive and childish, and they listened to their elders.
In the photo, Jiang Yanyu is clearly a troublemaker, with murderous intent emanating from his eyes, even more sinister than in the photo when he was twelve years old.
Jiang Yanyu was still present. Luo Qinglin did not ask JL to send the photos to him on the spot. Instead, he returned the phone to her, added her contact information, and planned to bring up the matter of sending the photos later.
For the next two hours, Luo Qinglin looked calm and collected as he chatted and took photos with JL. However, he was still troubled by Jiang Yanyu's appearance in the photos.
Why was Jiang Yanyu like that when he was a child?
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have had a hard life after moving from the Jiang family to London, so why is he even more gloomy than when he was a child?
And when Luo Qinglin met Jiang Yanyu, what happened to him? Why did he become a boy as clean as the breeze after washing off all his tattoos?
Many questions lingered in his mind. Even when he said goodbye to JL and made an appointment to meet next time, Luo Qinglin still felt heavy in his heart, not at all.
After getting in the car, Luo Qinglin raised his head and stared blankly at the bright moon in the autumn night.
The moon is crescent, thin and not full at all, as if it is filled with regret and sadness, without a trace of the joy of reunion.
Jiang Yanyu turned sideways, leaned his back against the door, and stared at Luo Qinglin in a daze. He didn't know what his little bird was thinking, he only knew that the little bird's thoughts had grown wings and flew away into the distance.
After looking for a while, Jiang Yanyu asked, "Luo Qinglin, what are you thinking about? You're thinking about it so seriously."
Luo Qinglin turned around, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, staring into Jiang Yanyu's eyes and asked: "What did you experience when you were a child?"
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: Wife, is my tattoo cool? (Holding a rose)
Luo Qinglin: This is your tattoo post! (Frowning in doubt)
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