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Five years have passed since the wedding of that century. During these five years, the world has experienced many vicissitudes, and many things have happened to many people.You may receive an invitation from a friend in an afternoon, or you may accidentally meet an old friend on the road, and then spend a few hours talking about the past.

Zongzheng originally thought that it would not take long to find out the whereabouts of that person, but he never thought that five years have passed and there is no news at all.That person seemed to have disappeared from the world, and he was nowhere to be found.

He has been to many places over the years, and Hang Jianxing is proficient in many languages, so he followed this clue, went to Russia, traveled through France, came to Japan, and finally got lost in Wenzhou.He had never been to those places, and the repeated disappointments made him almost forget what it was like to look forward to.

The door was pushed open, but no one was seen, and when he looked down, it was his son who walked in.Zongzheng leaned on the chair and put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray. After the cigarette was extinguished, he took a few breaths before walking over.He stood in front of his son expressionlessly, waiting for him to speak.

But like two stones, looking at each other without blinking, Zongzheng had a look of helplessness in his eyes, and said, "Your uncle is here?"

The child nodded, then took the initiative to go outside, and brought his father to the living room. The uncle had been sitting and waiting for a long time.

Su Minghuai stood up and greeted the two of them, and it was he who came.After all these years, it doesn't mean that these two can coexist peacefully, it's just that he is now a doctor of a certain child, doing his medical duty that's all.

"Xiaohang, you go to the room to play first, uncle will call you later."

Zong Zhenghang nodded obediently, and walked back to his room step by step on his short legs. After the door was closed, Su Minghuai looked at Zong Zheng and said, "If you want to be good for the child, if you don't change your expression, this I've been wishful thinking all my life!"

Zongzheng didn't pay attention to his words, and asked him after sitting down, "Is there still no news about him recently?"

Su Minghuai simply rolled his eyes, and casually collapsed on the sofa. He has been facing this dead face all these years, and he can completely adapt to it.He really didn't understand, did this person bring him here to treat the child, or was he asking for news?

"No!" Even if there was, he wouldn't say it.

But Zongzheng seemed to have adapted to the answer, and did not continue to ask. Su Minghuai took a few glances and said: "Xiaohang's problem still needs to be taken seriously. This is not something that I, a doctor, can do."

"Then what's the use of you as a doctor?"

When Su Minghuai was told this, he was so angry that he just wanted to slam the door out. If it wasn't for that child's sake, he wouldn't want to deal with this person!

He said impatiently: "Doctors are not omnipotent, especially psychiatry, which largely depends on the influence of people around him! I will do my best to do what I can, and the rest will depend on your parents. A few days ago This child said a word, and the language function has not been lost, which is considered good news, and we will continue to observe later, I am here to tell you to be mentally prepared, it is very likely that this is another you!"

Su Ming Huaili got up and didn't care about the impact of what he said, he just wanted to make Zongzheng aware of his problem!

"Let me say one more thing. I'm an outsider and I can't interfere in your affairs. But now that you have a family and children, please be self-aware and guard this family well. It's good for everyone!"

After Su Minghuai said these words, he didn't feel happy. He hurried into the room and took Zong Zhenghang out to play. After everyone had left, Zongzheng looked at the empty room. He only knew that this was not the home he wanted. .

Five years ago, his company nearly fell apart, and finally, with the help of Yilan and VisionChina, it revived and doubled in size.He is now the CEO of the world's top [-] companies, and he has also set up a branch in London. He stays there for half of the year. The reason is that he wants Hang Jianxing to see him.

But after so long, everyone told him to accept reality and be content with reality, but Zongzheng just couldn't do it!That bit of fading hope will only turn into obsession, even resentment!He will find him one day!

At a place about one hemisphere away from Hangzhou, Hang Jianxing was taking care of the flowers and plants at the gate of his courtyard, and he didn't receive anyone's obsession at all, and lived a leisurely life.

Over the years, he has grown long hair and draped it over his shoulders. In order to be like the people here, he has also dyed it blond and grew a beard. He only looks at the back, and he doesn't look like an oriental person at all.

Miran, who came from Paris, leaned against the car and looked at him, thinking so.When I met this person again three years ago, I didn't recognize him at first sight.

"Artist Hang is taking care of his children again."

Mi Ran walked over with a smile, Hang Jianxing looked up to see the old man, put down the tools in his hand, walked over to wipe his hands and shook hands with him, "I haven't seen you for more than a month, come in and sit down."

Hang Jianxing invited people in, and made a cup of tea for them after busy work. It was West Lake Longjing. Mi Lang smiled even more happily, "You are the only one who can drink authentic Chinese tea." Every time he goes abroad When he went to other places to shoot things, the food was always not satisfactory. He seldom went abroad, so he didn't have many opportunities to meet Hang Jianxing.

"You don't like going abroad so much, why did you come here this time?"

The two pairs of equally shrewd eyes looked at each other for a moment, and they both smiled knowingly. After pecking again, Miran said, "Two news, one good and one bad, which one do you want to hear?"

"bad."

"Mr. Bai from Zongzheng's family passed away a few days ago."

Hang Jianxing stopped raising his glass for a moment. After digesting the news, he took a sip of tea slowly to warm his stomach.In fact, Mr. Bai is also dying, which is not regrettable, but just a little bit emotional.

"If you have a chance, help me sweep the grave of the old man, and express my condolences."

After reporting the funeral, Miran became eclectic. He waved his hand and said, "Don't make up such nonsense, just tell you. I will tell you something real." Miran has always been different from the world. Those etiquettes Can't restrain him, "I'm getting married on the [-]th of next month."

After staying with this person for a long time, he has become more cheerful and indulgent. Just when Hang Jianxing was sad for a moment, he wanted to laugh at this person: "You don't know how to get married, so you have to rush to compete with your brother?" Two days ago He got the news that Mikay, a great architect, is about to have a big wedding. This Miran...where did a marriage partner come from?

"What nonsense! I also met in France, it's been several years, okay!" Just to prevent his brother from getting married.Of course, he won't admit it.

"I do not know how?"

"You know what, apart from thinking about my cousin in a daze from time to time, who do you care about?"

Miran's words pierced Hang Jianxing's heart without knowing it, and said to himself: "I know you won't go to my wedding, you want to avoid that person. So I will give you all the wedding candy Bring it, buddy!"

Zongzheng has been unable to find his whereabouts all these years, and there is also Mie's cover. Zongzheng never thought that the Mie brothers knew the whereabouts of Hang Jianxing long ago.After all, they didn't even meet by chance before.

Mi Lang dangled in front of Hang Jianxing with the wedding candy, and after withdrawing his attention, he said with a thief smile: "If you want my wedding candy, you have to pay for it."

Hang Jianxing sighed speechlessly, and really wanted to see off the guests, "You might as well get a cash cow! You haven't paid me for the cost of taking pictures for you before!" He now makes a living by taking pictures, so he can't be called The photographer, who didn't want his name to be known, has been unknown.Even if the work is on some well-known platforms such as photography exhibitions, his French name-Jacinthe is still used.He is not rich now, okay?

When Mi Lang heard him mentioning the money, he smiled politely, and was about to get up and leave, "Well... let's talk about it next time, I can surpass my brother with a photo right away, and then I will have the money to pay your salary Already!"

When he was about to reach the door, Miran turned his head again, raised his eyebrows and said, "That French guy is not here today? I still want to buy wine from him."

Hang Jianxing saw the teasing meaning in Miran's eyes, ignored him, and put away the tea set by himself. The French guy he was talking about gave him a headache.

When he first arrived in France five years ago, although he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, he couldn't just spend his days idling, so he found a part-time job in a winery, and finally met that French guy—Bernard.At that time, he didn't recognize the owner of the winery, but later he said that he had met him in a coffee shop, and that man still liked him!Then, over the years, there has been a history of romantic pursuits, but Hang Jianxing really has no feelings for him!

Bernard is not clingy. When he first arrived in France, he gave him meticulous care without asking for anything in return. After he settled down, he would send a bottle of high-end red wine from time to time, share his stories, and chat with him.He is like the gentleman in many western romance novels, he gives you a friendly feeling and does not put pressure on you, but Hang Jianxing finds it more and more difficult to face.

He had no feelings for men, not to mention that he had a western face, so he couldn't appreciate him.Even if you put Bernard among a bunch of Westerners now, he might not even recognize him.So what can he do?

The doorbell rang, and Hang Jian went to open the door. The man outside shook the wine bottle in his hand, and said with a standard smile: "Unverre (do you have time for a drink?)"

Hang Jianxing nodded to invite him to come in, and said: "Tun'aspasbesoindetouslesjours. (You don't have to come every day.)"

“Aujourd'huijenefaisquedeuxchoses:respireetpenseràtoi. (2 things I do every day: breathe and think of you.)”

This kind of love talk is easy for Bernard, he is a veteran in the field of love, and what's more frightening is that he is patient.

"I don't do it." Hang Jianxing didn't know how to express it in French, but he didn't expect the man to say something directly: "Tum'asinvitéàentrer, sansparlerdea. (You invited me in, don't say such words.) "

Bernard has learned some Chinese over the years, especially homosexual vocabulary. His Chinese is very poor and he never speaks it in front of others.If he says something bad, he will feel ashamed in front of Hang Jianxing.

He put his finger on the tip of his mouth, and the corner of his mouth raised just right, which made Hang Jianxing speechless. Dealing with a gentleman is always so difficult.After drinking this bottle of wine, send the person away politely. This is the only thing he can do at present.