"Hainer Rivers" is a high-end real estate developed by the Luo Group. It is next to Fuxing Lane. It was built ten years ago. The average price at that time was 100,000 per square meter. The luxuriously furnished existing houses were sold by the wealthy. Now the market value of second-hand housing is about 300,000 square meters, and this community is all large bungalows, and there are no units below 300 square meters, which means that the cheapest house should be at least 100 million.
The streets that Zhao Zhenfang was responsible for cleaning included the four streets around the "Hundred Rivers". She watched countless luxury cars coming in and out every day, and she got used to it, and she didn't feel any waves in her heart.
Because these top wealthy people are too far away from their lives, is envy and jealousy meaningful? When she is old, she knows her destiny, and she has time to accept her destiny. She has time to be jealous and hold unrealistic expectations, so it is better to take care of her granddaughter and let her become a self-reliant adult.
Ye Tang lowered his eyelashes slightly, and did not continue this topic with Zhao Zhenfang.
Through the old wooden windows in the living room, she could see the "Hundred Rivers" from a distance. Two magnificent buildings stood tall, and the light reflected by the luxurious imported glass became more and more dazzling. Unconsciously, the "Hundred Rivers" became A landmark building in City A.
Her home is there.
Luo Xingchuan's home is opposite her.
At this moment, Luo Xingchuan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, overlooking the ant-like people and the beetle-like car below. His eyes were unblinking, like a monk who had entered concentration. His eyes were as dark as the sea, transparent. There is a kind of vicissitudes and sadness not in line with his age.
His mother, Gu Youlan, was a little nervous behind him, looking at her, she had an illusion-if there was no glass, her son would leap out of the window.
This is the 39th floor!
Luo Rongcheng walked over after the phone call, Gu Youlan held her husband's arm, "Xiaochuan is very wrong, I am so worried that he can't think about it."
Ye Tang had such a big incident. What class did Luo Xingchuan take, followed his father home, and when he came back to see his mother who was still healthy and beautiful without being tortured by the illness, his first reaction was to bow his head to her and say guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Gu Youlan: "???"
"Yes, it's a bit strange," Luo Rongcheng was puzzled. "He also apologized to me. Tangtang was killed. Why did he apologize to us? There is no causal relationship between us and her?!"
"He likes Tangtang so much. Is it a mental breakdown or abnormality?" Gu Youlan became more and more frightened as she thought about it.
"Don't worry," Luo Xingchuan suddenly said, frightening the couple who were discussing quietly. He didn't know when he turned around, turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at them against the sunset, and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"I won't jump off the building, I won't miss it, I just can't accept it for a while..." My rebirth...
Gu Youlan sighed, "Hey, we can't accept it either."
"I just received a call from a lawyer. Tangtang actually made a will long ago. You are the only heir to her estate..." At this point, Luo Rongcheng, a big man who is nearly fifty years old, choked with sobs.
Gu Youlan's tears couldn't be restrained, and they poured out of her eyes.
But their son only faintly said "Uh".
He said to his parents, "I'll go to her house and see."
Gu Youlan was worried, "I'll go with you..." She didn't finish her words, but was stopped by her husband, "Let him be alone."
Luo Xingchuan has the key to Ye Tang's house, and always has it. He doesn't remember when Ye Tang gave him the key to his house.
After Ye Tang's parents passed away, she settled in the United States and rarely came back, so much so that other residents of the "Benevolent Rivers" have changed to more secure password fingerprint locks, and only her home still uses old-fashioned mechanical locks.
Luo Xingchuan inserted the key and twisted, the door opened, and there was a smell of long-term uninhabited dust. All the furniture in the eye was covered with white cloth.
Yetang's house is exactly the same as his home. When his father developed this real estate, he deliberately left the houses with the best daylighting views on the two floors, just to continue to be neighbors with the Ye family.
When she moved to a new house ten years ago, Ye Tang, who likes to resign, threw away a lot of her belongings. Seven years ago, when her parents passed away, she burned all the relics of both of them, leaving none of them.
The house is empty.
Luo Xingchuan walked to a wall in the living room. There was a painting on the wall. He raised his hand and lifted the white cloth covered.
The girl in the painting is wearing a loose white sweater, her black hair is softly draped over her shoulders, her skin is clean and fair, and her dark blue eyes are as clear as angels.
Ye Tang's grandfather is Danish. Her mother has one-half of Danish descent. She inherited her mother's beauty and has extremely beautiful blue eyes, just like the little mermaid in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale.
These eyes are now smiling at him outside the painting.
Such a beautiful smile, like a beam of sunshine shining into the dark and cold night, warmed Luo Xingchuan's cold and desperate heart.
This is Ye Tang when he was seventeen years old. He painted this painting by himself. He was seven years old. The two moved together and they had just moved into their new home. He felt that the decoration of Ye’s house was too simple, and the whole house was fully furnished. It was a white wall, and there was nothing, so he offered to paint an oil painting portrait for Ye Tang.
Ye Tang said with a smile, "Okay, I like Xiaochuan's oil painting the most!"
Luo Xingchuan has shown amazing talent in painting since he was a child.
But after Ye Tang died, he never touched the paintbrush again.
He stretched out his hand to touch the girl's cheek in the painting, but he was afraid of ruining the picture, his slender fingers trembled, and finally he punched the white wall beside the painting.
He buried his face in the back of his hand, as if his whole body was lost, leaning against the wall, and said over and over again, "Tangtang, I miss you... I miss you so much... I really miss you..."
His voice was very low, like whispering and dreaming, and like a little boy uttering a delirium. Listen carefully, you can hear a very soft cry.
The most terrifying experience, the most severe pain, do it again, how could he be unconscious