Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 672 I still can’t forget her

Soft natural light pours down from the skylights high in the dome, caressing everything in the museum as gently as drizzle.

A young woman stood alone in the corridor of the art gallery. Her outline looked soft and clear against the light and shadow.

Other visitors in the gallery were chatting in low voices or admiring quietly. Everyone was deeply attracted by the works, as if they were in a still time and space.

This atmosphere made the woman's loneliness more prominent. She was alone, with her long hair hanging lightly on her shoulders, and a touch of melancholy hidden in her eyes.

Like an isolated island, even if it is surrounded by people, it is a world of its own and is incompatible with the entire world.

Perhaps tired of standing, the woman moved to the bench and sat down gracefully and slowly. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the wooden armrests of the chair, her brows furrowed slightly, and an indescribable emotion swirled in her eyes.

"You come to see this painting every day. It seems you are reluctant to let it go." A familiar voice suddenly interrupted the woman's thoughts.

Lai Shengli's body froze, and the voice touched the soft corner of her heart. Her eyes opened slightly, and the colors in the painting were reflected in her pupils. She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Of course, after all..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by her own smile. Smiles are like thin ice in early spring, fragile and short-lived, quickly replaced by sadness. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, as if she was trying to suppress the fluctuations in her heart.

Fujiwara Hoshikai slowly stood up, slowly walked around the bench, and came to the side of Laisheng Tear, keeping a polite one-meter distance from her. Xinghai turned sideways to face her. His face looked a little blurry in the dim light, but his soft eyes were extremely clear.

Fujiwara Hoshikai behind him was silent for a while, and then said: "But you still hope that someone can appreciate Mr. Hazel's talent, so you donated this painting to the art museum, right?"

Lai Sheng's head was raised slightly, tears swirling in her eyes, like butterflies trapped in a glass jar, eagerly looking for an exit. She tried hard to push them back, but tears playfully spilled out of her eyes again and again like a disobedient child.

Laisheng Lei nodded gently, her fingers stopped rubbing, and she held the armrest tightly, trying her best to stabilize her emotions: "Well, after all, there are not many paintings in the collection room that have seen the light of day, and these are the only ones that can be obtained, and the best among them is This one belongs to me...but how did Fujiwara know that I would come here."

"I have always cared about you." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate the quiet night sky and reach people's hearts. "Director Ochiai told me about this two months ago." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he did not look directly into her eyes, but looked into the air aside.

Her lips trembled slightly, and then she bit them, as if to suppress the emotions that were about to explode.

"That talkative old man is so annoying..."

There was a hint of choking in the voice of the next generation of tears. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, trying to find a way to control her emotions. However, the leakage of emotions did not stop because of this, and her tears could not stop flowing down. Despite this, she forced herself to show a wry smile, trying to cover up her vulnerability with ridicule.

When Fujiwara Xinghai heard what she said, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he did not break the silence, but maintained that posture, as if waiting for something. Lai Sheng's eyes were wandering. She didn't have the courage to look into Fujiwara's eyes, so she could only look at his figure through the blur of tears.

There was no direct communication between the two, but the air was filled with unspoken words. Afterlife Tears did not express her apology directly, and her eyes never intersected with Fujiwara's. After briefly chatting about art, she suddenly took a deep breath and forced her voice to sound firmer.

"Happy wedding, I sincerely hope you can be happy." There was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, and her palms were pressed tightly on the hem of her skirt, as if this could convey her sincerity.

Fujiwara Xinghai was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that the next life of tears would say this. An unnatural smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of stiffness in his voice, "Thank you." After saying that, he turned his head slightly to avoid the eyes of the next life, and his eyes fell on a painting not far away. , as if looking for some kind of comfort in that painting.

After a moment of silence, Fujiwara Xinghai's eyes gradually became firm. He turned around and faced Laisheng Tie, but looked at her side face and asked softly: "Do you really feel that way?" There was a hint in his voice. A kind of inquiry, as if he wanted to gain insight into her heart.

Afterlife Tears still didn't turn around. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed her wrist, and she lowered her head and answered, "Yes." Her voice was almost a whisper, but it conveyed a kind of determination. "Although the process is a bit complicated, I really hope you can be happy."

She knew that there were too many unknown stories behind Fujiwara's marriage, and she even guessed that Fujiwara might not have been completely voluntary, but she never said anything about it.

Fujiwara Hoshikai did not show any shock, but calmly corrected her: "There is something wrong with your information. First, I was not coerced. Second, I love my current wife. Third, I love their family's money even more."

He paused for a moment, as if he was sorting out his emotions, "Of course I don't deny it, Miss Lei, you once occupied my heart, and I still miss you..." There was a touch of sadness in his voice, and a hint of subtle emotion.

There were waves in Lai Sheng's heart, and she felt an inexplicable move. But before she could speak, Fujiwara Xinghai continued: "By the way, don't get me wrong. I am not telling you this now to invite you to be a teacher." My lover, I just want to take this opportunity to meet again..." He paused, a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes, "I formally extend an invitation to you as Mao Yan, let's join in the trouble together."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Hoshikai took out a card with Kidd's image on it from his pocket. He turned the card lightly with his fingers, and then like a magician, he gently placed it on the chair between the two. Laisheng Lei looked at the card and was stunned for a while. Her brain seemed to be short-circuited and she couldn't believe her eyes.

After a moment, her lips trembled slightly and she spoke in an almost inaudible voice: "Are you Kidd?" Her eyes finally regained some vitality, and the shock and confusion in her heart were clearly revealed in her voice.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Fujiwara Xinghai's mouth. He finally looked directly into the tearful eyes of the next life and nodded calmly.

Laisheng Tear did not say a word. Fujiwara waited for a while but failed to get a consenting reply, but he could see that the other party was going through a struggle, so he did not interrupt.

(End of this chapter)