When Weng Pei and Luo Yan left, there were still two days until the finals. The Qingbei team was going to Yunan City the next day, and they needed to adjust their condition at least one day in advance for the important competition.
These past few days, Jiao Yuyin's working hours have been getting later and later. Sometimes Lu Yu can see Jiao Yuyin's furrowed brows and wants to ask him in detail, but Jiao Yuyin always manages to make jokes to brush it off.
Lu Yu rolled over twice in bed, tossing and turning, unsure whether it was from nervousness about the competition or worry about Jiao Yuyin.
It must be because my inner voice is too noisy that I'm so upset.
She could only find a plausible excuse for herself.
With a quick movement, Lu Yu sat up and, without further hesitation, pushed open the door and walked towards the study.
But the study was empty.
After searching for a while, Lu Yu finally found it on the third floor.
It was a room that was locked all year round. Soft light seeped out from between the cracks in the door, but there was no sound inside.
Lu Yu gently opened the door.
This was the first time Lu Yu had seen the interior room. The space was open and there weren't many decorations or ornaments. Fortunately, there were several rows of small green plants, which made the room vibrant and alleviated the feeling of loneliness.
The balcony window is a panoramic glass window, and the starlight and moonlight shine on the man's face. The scarlet firelight flickers on and off, making his handsome face appear both real and unreal.
Jiao Yuyin was preoccupied with something, and the sound of Lu Yu's footsteps did not bring him back to his senses.
Lu Yu didn't want to disturb Jiao Yuyin for a moment, so she just stood not far away and watched him quietly.
As the cigarette burned out, the air was still filled with the minty scent of the cigarette's flavor capsule.
Jiao Yuyin finally came to his senses, glanced at Lu Yu, smiled and waved to disperse the lingering smoke, saying, "Come here."
As Lu Yu took a few steps closer, Jiao Yuyin immediately pulled her into his arms.
Back to me was Jiao Yuyin's warm chest, and through the window in front of me, the Milky Way hanging in the sky seemed to be right before my eyes.
Lu Yu felt that her restless and agitated heart seemed to have calmed down a lot.
"Where is this??" Lu Yu asked softly.
Jiao Yuyin tightened his embrace until the scent of raspberries overpowered the scent of mint, then he stopped. "My mother's bedroom."
Before Jiao Yuyin could say anything more, the phone rang.
Jiao Yuyin wrapped one arm around Lu Yu, still gazing at the distant sky, and answered the phone.
"Just pinpoint the location; don't keep too close an eye on it."
"Hold your positions and prepare for action."
"It's alright. The old man is only giving small favors now. I'll make Cen Li spit it out just the same way he swallowed it."
Jiao Yuyin's voice was calm, but Lu Yu could detect a ruthless undertone. Although the voice on the other end of the phone was unclear, Lu Yu could roughly guess that it was about Jiao Cheng and Cen Li's extramarital affair.
After hanging up the phone, Jiao Yuyin buried his head in the back of Lu Yu's neck and remained silent for a long time.
Lu Yu asked in a low voice, "Is that the phone call from that Detective Dong you mentioned?"
"Hmm." A muffled voice came from behind her neck.
"About Cen Li? Do you need my help?" Lu Yu asked, gazing at the stars.
"Not yet, just focus on the game." Jiao Yuyin suddenly looked up and said, "Brother Dong only found some evidence. In such a short time, the old man has managed to create a hot star. Not allowing dating celebrities and athletes, ha—what a joke."
Lu Yu sighed softly.
Jiao Yuyin's sarcastic words were tinged with bitterness. "It's laughable that your lover is a star you personally promoted. This Cen Li, what a cunning scheme."
Lu Yu patted Jiao Yuyin's hands, which were clasped in front of him, reassuringly and asked softly, "Cen Li...does she look a lot like her mother?"
"Walk."
Jiao Yuyin straightened up, pulled Lu Yu to a bookshelf, took out an old photo album, and dragged a cushion from a nearby spot where he and Lu Yu sat down on the floor. "My mother."
Cen Li's eyebrows, eyes, and straight nose are very similar to Jiao Yuyin's mother, especially her profile. If you look at her for the first time, you might really think they are the same person.
Lu Yu leaned on Jiao Yuyin's shoulder, accompanying him as he flipped through the old photos one by one, quietly listening to Jiao Yuyin's low, gentle voice.
“I rarely stay at Lixiang Villa before, I only come here during the Chinese New Year, so this is how I spend a few days with my mother.”
Lu Yu thought of the poem written under the pear tree—
The pear blossoms reflect against the white poplar trees, a place filled with the pain of life and death, of parting and separation.
I was reminded of Jiao Yuyin's moved expression when he saw her stepping on Doraemon.
Every New Year in the past, that lonely and desolate figure seemed to have been seen before, its outline vividly sketched in her eyes.
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