Inside was the goose-yellow skirt she wore when she first came to Liangchen Villa.
Jing stared at the skirt for a while, stretched out his hand, took it out, and put it on.
Jing Haohao sat in front of the dressing table and put on light makeup. She usually didn't like rouge, but this time she put on some blush to make herself look energetic and beautiful.
She picked up the coat she wore yesterday to see if there was anything important inside, but she accidentally touched five hard objects. She took it out and saw that they were stones she picked up in the grass.
, Jing stared at the stone for a while, and finally put both his wallet and mobile phone in his bag, and carried them out of the bedroom.
Mrs. Lin and the servants were busy with endless tasks in the villa every day. Jing Haohao stood at the railing on the second floor and watched everyone wipe and wipe the already clean furniture, making it spotless.
She slowly turned her head and looked around the room on the second floor. The window at the end of the corridor was open, and the spring breeze blew slowly in, bringing with it the freshness unique to the suburbs.
Jing Haohao carried his bag and slowly walked into the studio. The servants had sorted out the brushes and gouache inside and placed them neatly.
She walked forward and gently ran her fingers over everything inside. Finally, she circled around and returned to the door. Jing Haohao glanced at the studio quietly, then raised her hand and gently closed the studio door.
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Jinghao lowered his head, swallowed, turned around, and went downstairs.
"Miss Jing, are you going out?" Mrs. Lin stopped what she was doing when she saw Jing Haohao dressed neatly downstairs.
"The management of my house called me and said there was an urgent shipment that I needed to pick up."
There was a driver following her, and she was picking up an express package. Mrs. Lin didn't think much about it and asked the driver to prepare a car.
Jing Haohao was sitting in the car. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that the villa where he had been trapped for more than half a year was getting further and further away from him. In the end, it was submerged in a green mountain.
Jing Haohao has not returned to her apartment for a long time since she was taken to live in a villa by Liangchen. The driver parked the car at the entrance of the community and she went directly back to her apartment.
Because no one had lived there for a long time, it was covered with dust. There were still some photos of her and Shen Liangnian hanging on the walls.
Jing Haohao put down the bag in his hand, walked in, took off all the photos on it, and threw them randomly on the floor of the living room. Then he went to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and took out several photo albums. There was her
There are group photos with Shen Liangnian, as well as separate photos of him and her.
Those photos, some of which were taken in a barren town in shabby clothes, and some of which were taken in fine clothes and fine food in a magnificent hotel in Jiangshan City, were the epitome of the ten years he and she had gone through. What was in them was her
The goose-yellow skirt I wore when I first came to Liangchen Villa.
Jing stared at the skirt for a while, stretched out his hand, took it out, and put it on.
Jing Haohao sat in front of the dressing table and put on light makeup. She usually didn't like rouge, but this time she put on some blush to make herself look energetic and beautiful.
She picked up the coat she wore yesterday to see if there was anything important inside, but she accidentally touched five hard objects. She took it out and saw that they were stones she picked up in the grass.
, Jing stared at the stone for a while, and finally put his wallet and mobile phone in his bag and carried them out of the bedroom.
Mrs. Lin and the servants were busy with endless tasks in the villa every day. Jing Haohao stood at the railing on the second floor and watched everyone wipe and wipe the already clean furniture, making it spotless.
She slowly turned her head and looked around the room on the second floor. The window at the end of the corridor was open, and the spring breeze blew slowly in, bringing with it the freshness unique to the suburbs.
Jing Haohao carried his bag and slowly walked into the studio. The servants had sorted out the brushes and gouache inside and placed them neatly.
She walked forward and gently ran her fingers over everything inside. Finally, she circled around and returned to the door. Jing Haohao glanced at the studio quietly, then raised her hand and gently closed the studio door.
.
Jinghao lowered his head, swallowed, turned around, and went downstairs.
"Miss Jing, are you going out?" Mrs. Lin stopped what she was doing when she saw Jing Haohao dressed neatly downstairs.
"The management of my house called me and said there was an urgent shipment that I needed to pick up."
There was a driver following her, and she was picking up an express package. Mrs. Lin didn't think much about it and asked the driver to prepare a car.
Jing Haohao was sitting in the car. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that the villa where he had been trapped for more than half a year was getting further and further away from him. In the end, it was submerged in a green mountain.
Jing Haohao has not returned to her apartment for a long time since she was taken to live in a villa by Liangchen. The driver parked the car at the entrance of the community and she went directly back to her apartment.
Because no one had lived there for a long time, it was covered with dust. There were still some photos of her and Shen Liangnian hanging on the walls.
Jing Haohao put down the bag in his hand, walked in, took off all the photos on it, and threw them randomly on the floor of the living room. Then he went to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and took out several photo albums. There was her
There are group photos with Shen Liangnian, as well as separate photos of him and her.
Those photos, some were taken in a barren town wearing shabby clothes, and some were taken in luxurious hotels in Jiangshan City wearing fine clothes and fine food. They were a microcosm of the ten years he and she had gone through.
