Bai Jincheng read it quietly, put the letter away and picked up another one.

These letters were arranged in chronological order. The second letter was sent two months after the first, and still began with the friendly "Brother Jincheng".

Brother Jincheng, where are you now? Have you really gone abroad? I heard from others that Uncle Bai committed a crime and was reported. Fortunately, you left quickly. But, I don’t know when we can meet again. I miss you so much.

Seeing this, Bai Jincheng's eyes became moist, his lips trembled, and he sat on the chair somewhat weakly.

Su Ling sensed the sadness coming from him and signaled Wen Xi to leave the study.

After finding the wooden box in Second Master's room yesterday, he read several letters. Second Master has gradually changed from a passionate young man full of longing for love to a young man who is desperate because of waiting. When he enters middle age, his emotions gradually become introverted and he no longer loves. He calls Mr. Bai "Brother Jincheng" instead of "Brother Jincheng".

In that era, society was not tolerant of love between men. The pressure from his parents and the taboos from his elder brother could not shake the second grandfather's firm feelings for Mr. Bai. The Su family moved to S City. He would rather give up the comfortable city life and stay in the poor countryside, just to wait for a slim hope.

He waited his whole life, until the end of his life, will he leave this world with regrets?

Aunt Zhang said that he passed away peacefully. Perhaps he had found peace in ManAishang Bookstore and then let it go.

Su Ling elegantly held the white porcelain cup, drank tea thoughtfully, and rubbed kg with his feet from time to time. kg thought that the owner was playing with him, and barked happily. Recently, his teeth were a little itchy, so he liked to chew everywhere. So when he saw the owner's leather shoes, he chewed them without hesitation. Su Ling did not scold him and let him chew to his heart's content.

Wen Xi, who sits opposite

How rich must one be to let a small dog ruin a pair of leather shoes worth tens of thousands of dollars?

Grandfather was reading a letter in the study, and they sat in the living room drinking tea, quietly, with nothing to talk about. He wanted to talk to Su Ling, but the other party seemed to have no intention of talking, and did not even look at him, just drinking tea and playing with the dog. This made Wen Xi feel uncomfortable. With his identity and status, he was surrounded by stars wherever he went, but this Su Ling was actually cold to him and reluctant to talk.

Just like that person

Wen Xi gritted his teeth secretly.

Bai Jincheng didn't stay in the study for long and came out in half an hour.

Su Ling put down the teacup, pulled his leather shoes out of kg's mouth, stood up and walked over to him.

"Mr. Bai."

I don't know if he cried, Bai Jincheng's eyes were red, and his neatly combed bangs were a little messy. He said in a hoarse voice, "Can you take me to Su Lan's grave?"

"Grandpa!" Wen Xi shouted in disapproval. It was already past five in the afternoon and it was getting dark. How could we go to such an unlucky place as a cemetery?

Su Ling glanced at him and asked Bai Jincheng, "Are you sure you want to go?"

"Even if I can't see him, I must see his resting place." Bai Jincheng said. Those eyes, which were still bright even in old age, seemed to be brewing a deep sea, with waves surging under the calm sea surface.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Su Ling nodded.

To visit the graves, paper money, incense and candles are indispensable. Su Ling first went to the tavern to buy some things, and then took Bai Jincheng to the cemetery on the mountain. The setting sun shone on the mountain road, red as blood.

Wen Xi frowned and followed his grandfather. He wanted to speak out to stop them several times, but he forced himself to hold back.

"We're here." Su Ling led them to a new tomb and whispered, "This is the tomb of the second master."

Bai Jincheng walked slowly to the tombstone and looked deeply at the photo on it.

The old Su Lan is not ugly at all. He has kind eyes and silvery white hair. The wrinkles on his face are the marks left by the years. When he smiles, he is full of energy and the purity of his youth can still be seen.

"Alan, I'm Jincheng, I'm here to see you." Bai Jincheng choked up, "I'm sorry it's been sixty years since I last saw you."

Su Ling squatted on the ground, silently burning paper money. Bai Jincheng also squatted down and looked at Su Ling.

He took the paper ingots from his hand and threw them into the fire one by one.

Wen Xi stood far away, not daring to approach. It would be fine to just buy a bunch of flowers, why burn paper? He grew up abroad and had never seen this way of visiting graves, so he did not agree with it at all.

After burning the paper money, Bai Jincheng wanted to get up, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand. Su Ling reached out and helped him up.

Wen Xi thought that after burning the paper, he could leave, but he found that his grandfather was still standing in front of the tombstone, gazing at the photo on it affectionately.

Su Ling knew that he had something to say to the Second Master, so he took a step back.

Bai Jincheng moved his lips, he had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start. He sighed and said slowly, "Although it's late, there are some things I still want you to know. When I went abroad with my father that year, after I settled down, I wrote you a letter to let you know that I was safe. However, after waiting for a month, the letter fell into the sea and there was no news at all."

Although Su Ling was standing a little far away, the cemetery was not that big, so he could naturally hear what Mr. Bai said clearly.

It turned out that he had written a letter to the second grandfather, but the country was in a sensitive period at the time and international letters were likely intercepted.

"I sent a letter every two months without exception, but received no reply. My father advised me not to write, but I persisted for two or three years and finally gave up. I am sorry that I resented you." The old man's voice was low and full of melancholy. "I was young at that time, with an extreme personality and a tendency to get stuck in a rut. I thought that if the letter was not returned, it meant that I had received it. If you received it but did not reply, it must mean that you did not care about me anymore."

He and Su Lan were childhood friends. They were fifteen or sixteen years old and still ignorant about love. They liked each other but were too shy to confess their love and were even more afraid of being known by their elders. They usually only dared to hold hands and talk about their dreams for the future.

On the night he left, he went to Su Lan to say goodbye. Su Lan hugged him and cried for a long time. She wiped away her tears and said firmly, "Brother Jincheng, life is long. We have plenty of time. I will wait for you. I will wait for you here forever."

However, some things will not yield results just by waiting.

His father was reported, which made it impossible for his family to return to China as easily as other Chinese. Unable to contact Su Lan, he fell into a dilemma, resenting Su Lan's ruthlessness, but also longing to meet him. In such a painful torment, he insisted on returning to China, but was stopped by his father. The last time he was about to board the plane back to China, he was caught by his father and his men, and his legs were almost broken, and he was lying in the hospital.

After that, he closed his heart and devoted all his energy to painting. He and Su Lan both loved Chinese painting, had the same teacher, and once boasted that they would become two heroes of Chinese painting.

Sixty years later, he has achieved extraordinary success and has secured a place in the art world, while the young man who was hailed as a genius by his teacher has become unknown, living alone in this backward and impoverished village, and has died alone.

Bai Jincheng burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

Su Ling took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Bai Jincheng took the handkerchief and wiped the tears from his face. After a while, he calmed down and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm old, but I still lose my composure like this."

"I think if the second master knew that you came to see him, he would be very happy and would not blame you." Su Ling said.

"I hope he can blame me, think about me, and not reincarnate so quickly." Bai Jincheng said, "When I go to the underworld, we can be reunited."

Wen Xi frowned, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"You are still in good health. Second Master would not want to see you so early." Su Ling comforted.

Bai Jincheng smiled upon hearing this and looked at Su Ling kindly. "The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't persist like your second grandfather. If I had trusted him more, I wouldn't have trapped myself and wasted sixty years in vain."

He and Su Lan couldn't see each other at first, didn't want to see each other, didn't want to see each other, and later they didn't dare to see each other. As he got older, he was not so obsessed with the past. Some time ago, he suddenly wanted to return to China, so he came back, but it was too late. He and Su Lan missed each other for a lifetime.

Do you trust

Su Ling was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Bai Jincheng patted his shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "You are Su Lan's grandson, and you are my grandson. Su Lan gave you all her inheritance.

, me too. ”

Su Ling and Wen Xi were both shocked.

"Mr. Bu Bai, this is not appropriate." After being surprised, Su Ling declined, "The inheritance left by the Second Master is enough for me. I am only one person, so I don't need that much."

"Alas, it seems I don't even have a chance to make up for it." Bai Jincheng sighed.

Su Ling couldn't bear it, and said hesitantly, "I'll call you, Master Bai."

Bai Jincheng cried with joy. "Good, good, good child."

Wimsey looked at the newly born "grandfather and grandson" in disbelief. How come in just a short while, the grandfather had a "grandson"? He even wanted to leave all his property to the new grandson.

That's a lot of money.

What is this?

What is this?

Wenxi clenched his fists, trying hard to suppress his anger.

My father inherited my grandfather's property and served him wholeheartedly for so many years, but what did he get in the end?

That's ridiculous.

When it comes to his own interests, Wen Xi's good impression of Su Ling disappears. He hates Su Ling both for his talent in calligraphy and for being a contender for his inheritance.

After coming down from the grave mountain, it was already dark. Su Ling asked them to stay for dinner, but Bai Jincheng didn't want to trouble him and said that he would let the driver of the DD car wait too long, so he went back to the hotel in town first.

Su Ling didn't force them and sent them out.

Bai Jincheng exchanged contact information with him, took away the small box containing letters, and after looking at Su Lan's room, asked for the classic step-out bed.

"Su Lan didn't leave me anything to remember him by. I want to keep this bed he slept on." He said this, and Su Ling naturally didn't want to mention that he wanted to donate it to the museum.

However, the step-out bed is an antique and is very valuable. Bai Jincheng wanted to spend money to buy it, and Su Ling quickly shook his head.

"This is Second Master's stuff. Given your relationship with Second Master, I can't accept the money."

Bai Jincheng admired him even more.

The two agreed on a time and sent someone to move the items a few days later.

Su Ling returned home, took off his formal suit, put on comfortable home clothes, picked up kg, rubbed its soft fur, and played with it for a while.

kg finally got attention and barked happily.

After dinner, Su Ling did not return to his room, but came to the studio in the waterside pavilion, took out the sketch paper, clipped it on the drawing board, held the pencil, and drew lines smoothly.

I don’t know if it was influenced by the relationship between Second Master and Mr. Bai, but he missed Lu Feng desperately.

How could we lose our feelings overnight when we love each other so deeply?

Will he be like Mr. Bai, who lost trust in each other because of setbacks, fell into a cage of self-pity, unwilling to come out, and escaped more and more, and finally spent his life with Rufeng?

If you don't get a response in your relationship, become discouraged, and don't give each other a chance, and run away to the countryside like a coward, you are just deceiving yourself.

Su Ling worked very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the outline of Lu Feng's face took shape on the paper.

After they confirmed their relationship, Li Feng became his exclusive model and he drew countless sketches for her. He knew every detail of Li Feng's body, such as the subtle mole at the corner of her eye, the birthmark on her waist, and the size of the

Su Ling's face flushed, he put down his pencil, and couldn't help but curl up his toes.

My body, which had not been hugged for more than two months, was unusually sensitive and empty. Just by looking at the painting, an indescribable desire surged deep in my heart.

When they slept together, Lu Feng liked to hug him from behind, with his strong arms around his waist, being very intimate. When he was excited, he would call him baby, and her warm lips would whisper softly in his ear, making him feel soft all over.

He had great stamina and I could never keep up with him. Occasionally, he would be bullied too hard and cry for mercy, but Lu Feng would not only not stop, but would bully him even more severely.

Once, he nearly fainted and bit Lu Feng in anger, but Lu Feng let him go.

Since then, he seemed to have learned to restrain himself, and later he went on business trips frequently, gradually

Gradually decreased in number.

Su Ling bit his thumb, his brows furrowed.

Is it because of that incident that the two of them started to become distant?

Su Ling tried hard to recall the scene at that time.

That night, they drank some wine and after returning to the room, they did not go to bed immediately. Instead, they took a bath in the bathroom. After that, he was carried to bed by Lu Feng, and things got out of control.

By twelve o'clock in the evening, he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger, but Lu Feng was still charging and attacking. He was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to cry.

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he opened his mouth and bit Lu Feng's shoulder hard, and finally stopped.

Su Ling was drowsy, and Lu Feng hugged him and kept apologizing in his ear, but he seemed to say something else as well.

What are you saying?

Su Ling couldn't remember for a moment.

He tapped his head and thought carefully, and always felt that those words were very important.

Lingbao, you have to believe that I will give you the best

The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Su Ling shuddered, sat up straight, and stared blankly at the outline of the man on the paper.

After a while, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, found Lin Zhou's number, and called.

The phone beeped more than ten times and was picked up before Su Ling hung up.

"Hello, is this Xiaoling?" Lin Zhou's voice sounded a little lazy.

"Are you asleep?" Su Ling asked.

"No, I was just busy for a while." Lin Zhou cleared his throat and kicked away the man who tried to hug him.

"It's not urgent." Su Ling murmured, "You don't have to help me cover my tracks anymore."

"Eh?" Lin Zhou sat up suddenly, pushed the man away mercilessly, frowned and asked, "Have you figured it out?"

Su Ling leaned back in his chair, relaxing, holding his cell phone in one hand and playing with a pencil in the other.

"I want to give him a chance and listen to his reasons." After a pause, Su Ling asked, "Can you help me find out what Lu Feng has been busy doing abroad this year?"

"No problem." Lin Zhou agreed. "But why are you suddenly interested in his work?"

Su Ling picked up the pencil and drew lines on the sketch paper, drawing out Wei Feng's Adam's apple, with the tip of the pencil lingering on his neck.

"When he and I were in love, we were inseparable and inseparable. After we got married, he went to work and I stayed at home to paint. We were busy with our own things, and we were not as close as before. Now that I think about it, I don't seem to understand my husband at all."

Lin Zhou grabbed Fu Heng, who looked dissatisfied, and kissed him, then said with a smile, "It's great that you can think positively."

Su Ling said, "I'm very curious, what on earth is so attractive about China that makes him go on business trips every now and then. If he doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't just let it go."

He exerted force with his hand and the pencil broke with a "click".

Lin Zhou touched his nose.

Very good, the beautiful Persian cat finally showed its claws and stopped retreating and escaping.

This was the Su Ling he knew.

After hanging up the phone, Su Ling took a deep breath, changed his pencil, and continued to paint. The handsome features of the man gradually took shape and became delicate under his pen.

Liuxian Town, Hyatt Hotel

Wimsey paced the room, feeling irritated.

On the way back, he tentatively asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, do you really want to adopt Su Ling as your grandson?"

His grandfather leaned back with his eyes closed, looking very tired. When he heard his question, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Su Ling is very opinionated, he may not agree."

The ambiguous words made Wenxi even more confused. He returned to the hotel, still unable to let go. Twenty minutes later, he picked up his mobile phone and made an overseas call.

"Dad, Grandpa wants to hand over the inheritance to an outsider"

At the same time, in the presidential suite on the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel, Xu Feng was flipping through a stack of information. Suddenly, he sneezed, and Xu Zhuoyun, who was making coffee for him, was startled.

"Mr.

"I want to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner," he asked.

Wei Feng put down the documents, took a tissue and wiped his nose.

"Need not."

Xu Zhuoyun placed the brewed coffee in front of him and advised, "You have been sleeping too little recently. Why don't you go to bed early today?"

Rui Feng picked up the coffee at a moderate temperature, took a sip, and asked, "Any news?"

Xu Zhuoyun knew that he was asking about Madam Lu's news, so he pulled out a video from his phone and played it for him.

"This is a video I asked someone to get from the H City Airport. One of the shots might be of the lady."

Lu Feng put down his coffee and stared at his phone.

The video was blurry. It vaguely showed a young man in a windbreaker dragging four suitcases, standing at the airport exit. Then a man came over and talked to him, and then the two left together.

"Investigate this man immediately," Lu Feng said coldly.

Xu Yunzhuo swallowed his saliva. "Yes"

The video has obviously been manipulated, and it is not easy to find this part. The man who left with Mrs. Rui had his back to the camera, so his face could not be seen clearly.

Madam is in H City

However, seeing him with a strange man, Mr. Wei's jealousy instantly reached its peak.

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