◇ Chapter 31
After Si Gu'an finished speaking, he slammed the door and got into the car. In the rearview mirror, Chu Jiangyuan was standing there alone.
Si Gu'an was crying while driving.
He didn't know what he was sad about, but his heart seemed to be pulled and squeezed by all kinds of emotions. He was extremely exhausted when he returned home and fell asleep immediately.
He didn't know his phone was ringing for a while...
Si Gu'an was very busy for the following period of time. The previous project was stopped, and he could only plan a new project. The document that Chu Jiangyuan personally delivered to him was thrown into the trash can by him.
People live just to save face. Si Gu'an didn't want to bow down to Chu Jiangyuan, but none of the successive plans satisfied him, and his temper grew worse day by day.
"Mr. Si, you have an invitation letter from the orphanage." The assistant didn't dare to say a word more.
Si Gu'an opened the invitation letter and found out it was from the old director, saying that the orphanage was planning to expand and asked him to come and take a look...
Si Gu'an snorted and casually threw the invitation on the table.
"Si Gu'an" has been dead for several years. How could the old dean not know about it?
Besides, the old dean is old and has retired long ago, so why would he organize this?
This invitation letter is probably written by Chu Jiangyuan again.
It seems that he still refuses to give up and takes a roundabout approach?
"Boss Si, if you don't want to go, then I refuse now?"
After the assistant finished speaking, Si Gu'an shook his head and said, "No need. Free up the afternoon."
He hadn't seen the old dean for a long time, so he might as well take this opportunity to visit him. Si Gu'an thought sarcastically that Chu Jiangyuan really had planned everything out when it came to this kind of thing.
In the afternoon, Si Gu'an came to the orphanage again. Seeing the familiar door plaque, he felt mixed emotions.
There were people welcoming guests at the door, and Chu Jiangyuan made a grand ceremony of it. Si Gu'an followed them into the room and met the old dean who was almost ninety years old.
He can no longer remember much, his hair has turned white, and his eyes have turned gray and yellow. When people talk to him, he needs to listen carefully. He cannot hear if they are not speaking clearly.
But as soon as Si Gu'an approached, the old dean actually recognized him: "Is it Gu'an?"
Si Gu'an was stunned. When the old dean tremblingly took his hand, his eyes couldn't help but redden. He thought of his grandmother...
"It's good that you're here! It's good that you're here!" As he said that, he reached out and grabbed Chu Jiangyuan's hand, and put his hand together with Si Gu'an's hand.
Si Gu'an subconsciously wanted to pull it away, but when he saw the old dean's kind smile, he finally held back.
The old dean continued to ramble on, "Husband and wife quarrel, they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Jiang Yuan's temper is a bit cold, Gu An, you have to be more patient..."
Chu Jiangyuan felt the warmth of his hands, and his heart was filled with bitterness. Now, even if it was just to shake hands, he would have to do everything he could to…
Only at this time could he look at him without restraint after he had regained his memory. The stiffness of his body clearly told him that he was rejected by him.
He had expected this, but he still planned to invite him over.
Thinking of him was really tormenting. He was in his mind every minute and every second. If it weren't for this relief, he didn't know if he could hold back the madness in his heart.
The old dean was old and went to rest after a short while. Si Gu'an did not leave Chu Jiangyuan, but came to where the children gathered.
Here, the children really followed the volunteers to draw. A little girl next to Si Gu'an accidentally drew a wrong petal and immediately remembered to cry.
"Don't cry, I'm here to help you."
Si Gu'an smiled and squatted down, holding the paintbrush to help the little girl revise her work. Chu Jiangyuan leaned against a tree and looked at her, his expression a little dazed.
The scene before him was clearly beautiful, but Chu Jiangyuan felt inexplicably nervous.
How long has it been since he last saw him paint?
It seemed that since they got married, he had been busy with social events and rarely stayed at home with him. By the time he realized it, they had become like this.
Can they really go back to the past?
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