he sees your voice

Chapter 492

Gu Chu couldn't listen, so he stepped forward and pulled her away, "Don't worry about it."

"Now that you don't have a car or a plane, how do you want to go back? Do you want to walk back?" Gu Si yelled at her.

This voice sounded like a slap in the face, and suddenly woke Gu Chu up. She was stunned for a while, and then slowly squatted down, as if she had drained all her vitality for a while, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her head.

Seeing this, Gu Si panicked and quickly helped her up, "Sister, don't scare me..."

After finally sitting back on the sofa, Gu Si hugged her tightly, fearing that she would run out of the house again, "What exactly do you want to get? Tell me, I promise to get it back for you, okay?"

"Painting..." Gu Chu's voice was weak and weak, "The paintings I made before."

Gu Si sat up straight, looked at her, and asked, "Are those paintings in your studio in Qiongzhou?" She remembered that there were portraits of people exactly like Lu Beichen, but she told her at the beginning that the men in the paintings were not Lu Beichen.

Gu Chu nodded, and tears fell.

Seeing this, Gu Si frantically took out a tissue to wipe her tears, "If it's because of those paintings, you don't have to go back, the paintings are no longer in Qiongzhou."

Gu Chu was taken aback, looked at Gu Si, "What did you... say?"

"When you came to Shanghai, those paintings were taken away by your future brother-in-law." Gu Si told me honestly, "I heard from my aunt that my future brother-in-law put the paintings in a big red box, and you left I have been living in the old house since then, and those paintings have indeed disappeared.”

In a big red box?

Gu Si asked in a low voice, "Don't tell me...you don't know about this?"

Gu Chu turned a deaf ear to it. She was desperately trying to recall whether she had seen any red box, but after thinking about it for a long time, she still had no memory. She was anxious, and asked Gu Si again, "What kind of red box is it?"

Gu Si shivered in fright, and said softly, "I heard from my aunt that it was the red wooden box used to store old clothes in our house." After thinking for a while, he patted his head and described in detail, "Yes, it is the red bronzing agarwood wooden box , Our mother said before that that box is very valuable."

Gu Chu suddenly remembered the box, and the picture in his mind was quickly fixed on the day when the old bungalow was being renovated. At that time, Lu Beichen ordered two workers to carry the red box to the attic. How did you get back to Shanghai from Qiongzhou?

He just smiled and didn't answer.She said casually again, it's just a box for old clothes, how tiring it is to move it around.Lu Beichen said that some of my treasures were inside.She just joked, you use my box to store your baby?He rubbed her head and smiled, yes, no peeking.

It was a locked wooden box, she didn't take it seriously, and never took the time to peek at his treasure.

"Attic..." Gu Chu murmured, and rushed up to the attic.

Gu Chu still remembers that her mother once told her that all old objects are crafted with care, good materials, exquisite carving, even the most inconspicuous touch of bronzing is something that people today cannot make. Yes, in those old days, people's hearts were focused, unlike now, people's hearts are floating in flowing water.Old objects are meant to hold old memories, and those joys, anger, sorrows and joys that are gradually obliterated in the years of Rukawa must be sealed in the objects.

The attic was full of old things, and she would never come up to search them on weekdays. Although the red box was locked, it was not strong, and she pried it open with all her strength.Slowly opening the box, the carefully wrapped scrolls made her eyes hot.Special anti-corrosion picture scrolls are stacked neatly one by one.It turned out that he treated these scrolls so kindly.

Once, these scrolls accompanied her night after night of insomnia, those five years, like falling into a bottomless darkness, pulled her and entangled her, the face in her memory never faded away, the memory was too clear, so, She can only draw these memories on paper stroke by stroke.

The light in the attic is dim, like the warmth emanating from fireflies, falling on the fingertips, and the slowly unfolding scroll is also like a layer of gold.What spread out bit by bit is not just drawing paper?Gu Chu's hands were trembling. Once upon a time, she thought that she would never touch these scrolls again in her life. The moment she decided to seal them up, she confirmed this belief.

The painting scroll contained paints she was familiar with. She thought she had simply forgotten it, but when she looked at it again, she remembered every stroke in the painting.

She didn't know why she insisted on revisiting these scrolls, maybe it was because of the man's words.He said that he was Lu Beishen, the man she had been thinking about for five years, the man who had carried her countless youthful fantasies.Is she getting old?She was a stranger to that Lu Beishen, so she wanted to find her memory back.

The picture scroll was pulled to the bottom, but her hand was stuck.

There are words!

Gu Chu was stunned, staring blankly at the last line of writing on the scroll in his hand.

How can there be words?
Suddenly, Gu Chu got up and poured out all the picture scrolls, took out the second picture and quickly unfolded, there were words...

The third picture, with words...

The fourth picture, with words...

The fifth...

Gu Chu looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief, and looked at the extra lines of words in the painting. The painting was drawn by her once, and these words...

On that day of the year, you were squeamish, and you would rather be hungry than be angry with me.

On that day of the year, you were so proud that you won me a promise within three points.

On that day of that year, you were very beautiful playing the guitar and singing on the stage. You never knew that there were many boys looking at you besides me.

On that day of that year, I fell in love with you, a blushing girl, but you were only 17 years old.

On that day of that year, I told you that you blushed again to be my girlfriend.

On that day of that year, you told me that white orchids are beautiful, and you want all the white orchids in the world.

On that day of that year, you told me that there were many things to do in Gulangyu Island, such as finding the way, looking for the scenery, looking for food, and looking for cats.The sunshine there is very good, there are many cats, and you can weave a big and unrealistic dream for yourself there.

On that day of that year, you told me that your hometown Qiongzhou is beautiful, the sea there is endless blue, and the mossy steps in the alleys are very romantic when it rains, I promise you will walk with you with an umbrella one day lane.

On that day of the year, you said that you loved those little things that were given to you, and that those little things were the best gifts you ever received.

On that day of that year, you told me that you really wanted to take a trip that you could leave as soon as you said you wanted to. You could watch the stars in the distance at night, and you slept very sweetly in the tent. I never knew that guarding someone is also a blessing. thing.

On that day of that year, you cried and watched Leslie Cheung's movies over and over again, put your arms around me and said to me, we also have a lifetime, and the difference of a year, a month or even an hour will not work.

On that day of that year, you were cold to me, you said, let's break up.

On that day of the year, you said that you no longer like those worthless gadgets, the most expensive gifts are worthy of your identity, and I am not worthy of your identity.

On that day of that year, you opened the door of the hotel, and you said that you already belonged to him.

On that day of that year, I went abroad, but I stood under your window until dawn, just wanting to see you for the last time.

On that day of the year, you got engaged and my heart died.

That year and that day...

Gu Chu looked at them one by one, and tears fell down one by one like broken beads, blurring her vision, but every line of the scrolls burrowed into her eyes and into her heart. .

There will be a memory in every painting, and he has recorded all the bits and pieces of the past in words.She raised her hand and touched the words on the paper, and tears dripped on her fingertips, making her shiver from the cold.

It was those familiar handwriting, handsome and handsome, the handwriting she was familiar with, behind every sentence was a bold and vigorous signature: Lu Beichen.

Gu Chu stared at the word "Lu Beichen" for a long time, his eyes turned red again, tears fell down, and his heart felt like it was exploding.

Open the last painting, which is also the last painting she drew in Qiongzhou. After this painting, she stopped painting and sealed up all the past in college.Slowly opened the picture scroll, in the picture is his back, leaning against the white orchid tree, his figure is tall and straight.

She still remembers the last painting, which was the last time she dared to draw him looking back, that was the last time she saw his back, after all, he left her world.

At the end of the picture scroll, there is also a passage: You are where you are, and I can't bear not to return, even if you go through the wind and rain with bruises all over your body, thinking that you hate deeply, but it is not as good as deep love.

Although there is no longer a signed name, but she can recognize the handwriting, it is Lu Beichen.

"Beichen..." The name broke through his congested throat.

Once upon a time, she convinced herself over and over again to believe that a year ago was called acquaintance, but now, she can't lie to herself, in fact, she has always understood that there is really a kind of meeting in this world called reunion.

At this moment, she understood too many things.

I understood his Cen Leng when we first met, understood his hot and cold weather, understood the phrase he once said, "Why can't you be with that Joe with me?", understand him Ask her "Is it hard? Is it hard to be with me?"

It was because she was too good at deceiving herself, or because she was too self-righteous. For more than a year, she suppressed her most sensitive nerves and told herself desperately that he was Lu Beichen and Lu Beishen's brother. The man in college.

In fact, she understands her own thoughts too well. Once she really admits that he is the former him, how can she feel so embarrassed?The days of betrayal were like suffering, she couldn't face it squarely, she even said that she didn't want to admit, admitted that he was Lu Beishen once.

Gu Si was standing not far from her, and she opened the box of scrolls, and laid them out one by one on the floor, just like the night on her birthday last year when she came home in a daze, and looked at them one by one. with these portraits.

(End of this chapter)