Lin Ziheng had expressed his feelings to her a long time ago, and of course she couldn't pretend not to know. Before, she had thought about forgetting Lu Sheng and accepting him, but a trip to Japan made her understand that the fist-sized patch of hot land in her body, she
There can only be one person, and only that one person. In the years that she didn't know, he stayed there, took root, sprouted, and then melted into her blood and seeped into her blood.
Her soul has been in love with the same person for the rest of her life.
To Lin Ziheng, she could only say sorry. If we could be friends, she would be willing to treat him sincerely, but besides being friends, she could not give him anything more. She hoped that he could understand this.
It was local noon when we arrived in Los Angeles, USA. The city had just recovered from the silence of the early morning, like a giant sneezing and causing heavy fog when it woke up in the morning.
"This is my apartment here." The taxi stopped beside the spacious street, and Lin Ziheng got out and took out his luggage.
Luo looked forward to the rows of courtyard-style buildings in front of him amid the greenery, with elegant colors and exquisite shapes. In this area, almost all of them were single-family houses like this.
The urban area of Los Angeles is vast, unlike City A, where land is at a premium, and places where high-rise buildings can be built will never be used for small yards like this.
Lin Ziheng took out the key and opened the door, "We usually have hourly workers to clean it. It won't be too dirty. Come in."
The layout of the house is very simple, showing simplicity and fashion everywhere.
"When are we going to find someone?"
"You've been on a plane for more than ten hours, aren't you tired?" He walked upstairs, "I'll tidy up your room, you can take a nap, and then we'll go back."
Luo Xi was indeed a little tired after a bumpy ride, and his wounds were also aching.
Just lying in bed, and because of the jet lag, she couldn't sleep at all. It was very quiet outside the window, which made her more and more awake. During this trip to the United States, she had been in a state of anxiety. If that person was beaten to death, she would not be able to sleep.
If she refuses to tell the truth, what should she do? This is her only clue.
Lin Ziheng was sitting on the sofa reading the local newspaper. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, he looked up and pointed at his eyes with a smile.
Luo Xi ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to realize that she had two dark circles under her eyes.
"Are you not asleep?" Lin Ziheng stood outside the door, "Does the wound hurt?"
"A little bit."
"Take some anti-inflammatory medicine and rest until night, and then we'll set off again."
She was no longer stubborn, and when she got here, she obeyed his arrangements.
In the evening, he had a special meal that combined Chinese and Western cuisine in the local Chinatown. He asked: "Is it delicious?"
She was a little uninterested, had something on her mind, and was in a foreign country, but she couldn't dampen his interest, and she always acted very lively, "It's delicious."
When he reached the archway with the three characters "China Town" written on it, he suddenly suggested, "Take a photo."
Seeing that he was in high spirits, Luo Xi closed the collar of his cotton-padded jacket and asked the camera, "Is this look okay?"
He held the mobile phone in one hand and arranged her hair on the temples with the other. He was as gentle and meticulous as a caring couple. All the young Chinese passing by cast envious glances.
He made an OK gesture and said, "Smile."
She was thinking about a gesture, stretched out two fingers and then immediately retracted them. They said it was more silly than the scissor-hands gesture. In the end, she just put her hands in the pockets of her cotton coat and smiled at the camera.
The noisy crowd behind her immediately became the background. She stood there smiling, which confused his eyes. He thought that if time could be frozen like taking a photo, he would like to keep this smile forever.
He handed the phone to a passerby again, then walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "Quick, laugh."
She twitched the corners of her slightly stiff mouth and smiled.
Lin Ziheng was very satisfied with this group photo, "It can be used as a magazine cover."
She just smiled at his beauty.
Saying goodbye to Chinatown, the two took a taxi to the community that Lin Ziheng mentioned before. Luo Xi was very worried in the car, fearing that the person would disappear quietly after his whereabouts were exposed. In the end, her worries were proved to be unnecessary. The small building behind the gate
The lights are still bright.
Lin Ziheng reached out and held her hand, clearly feeling a hint of coolness in it. He whispered: "It's okay, I'm here."
At this time, she was very grateful to have him by her side all the time. If she were alone on the unfamiliar streets of Los Angeles, she really wouldn't know what to do.
Lin Ziheng rang the doorbell, and soon a black woman came to open the door, "Who are you looking for?"
Similarly, Lin Ziheng answered her in English, "Mr. Tom."
"Please come in." The black woman opened the door to one side, "Mr. Tom is having a meal, please wait a moment."
"OK, thanks."
Perhaps it was Lin Ziheng's outstanding appearance and polite attitude that the black woman actually smiled at him and raised her voice, "Mr. Tom, someone is looking for you."
The man named Tom was actually an authentic Chinese. As soon as he appeared at the door, Luo Xi recognized him and said in a voiceless voice: "Uncle Wu."
When Wu Xu saw the girl in front of him, his face changed unnaturally, and he was speechless and speechless.
"Uncle Wu, do you still remember me? I am Luo Xi, the daughter of Luo Chenggong." Luo Xi was obviously very excited. He stepped forward and grabbed Wu Xu's sleeve, his beautiful eyes shining brightly.
Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country made her confidence increase a little bit, as if the truth was right in front of her and would be revealed soon.
Wu Xu sighed, "It's Xixi. It's hard for you to find yourself here. However, I know your purpose of coming here. I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about your father."
"Uncle Wu, you were always by my father's side back then. How could you not know about him? Why was he imprisoned and what happened? Please tell me, please." Luo.
Xi's pleading and anxious eyes made Lin Ziheng unbearable. He gently put his arm around her shoulders, "Mr. Wu, I have told you before, as long as you are willing to tell us the truth, I will give you whatever reward you want."
I can give it to you."
Lin Ziheng is a businessman, and he knows that in this world, true love and friendship are sometimes worthless, and few people remain unmoved when faced with real money.
Wu Xu still shook his head, "I'm sorry, Xixi, please understand my difficulties. I really don't know anything. Even if I know something, I won't tell you. I'm glad to see you, but I hope you won't do it again in the future."
We met."
After Wu Xu finished speaking, he turned around and left, but Luo Xi held on to his sleeve and refused to let go, "Uncle Wu, I beg you, I really beg you."
"I'm sorry." Wu Xu shook off her hand and strode away. He turned and said something to the American woman next to him. The woman looked at Lin Ziheng sympathetically and said, "SORRY."
The door slowly closed in front of the two of them, and a graceful and luxurious woman walked down the stairs on the second floor. Even at home, she was still dressed in exquisite and expensive clothes. She asked softly: "My dear, what happened?"
The following words were directly blocked by the door, and Luo Xi stood there with a confused look on his face.
Lin Ziheng hugged her gently and comforted her: "Don't be discouraged, I may have a way."