Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 408 The Lonely Man

Gao Yulan's voice was very hoarse: "Yes, it's still that one."

"Okay then, goodbye." Xiao Tianqin hung up the phone after finishing speaking, without waiting for a second, as if that would make him weak.

Putting away his mobile phone, he strode out of the room without looking back, as if he was trying to escape from something.

On the other side, on a small yacht in the Mediterranean Sea, Gao Yulan still said 'thank you' to the cold microphone, even though the phone had been hung up, she still said it.

The icy sea breeze blew in, bringing with it a bitter and salty taste. Gao Yulan put away the phone and stared at the sea in a daze.

For many years, I have been wandering outside alone, wandering around the world, but I still can't heal the wound in my heart.

She thought of a bad movie she had seen. Although she couldn't remember the plot or anything, there was a line in it that she still remembers deeply——

Who hasn't been in love with a bastard and a half when he was young?

But looking back now, Gao Yulan also knew that Xiao Tianqin could not be blamed for this matter, because they knew each other well at the time that this was originally a political marriage, but she fell in love with this damned cold-blooded bastard.

She didn't know why she fell in love with him, but even if she fell in love, she didn't think there was any shame in loving someone, but it was just wishful thinking after all.

Gao Yulan suddenly felt very cold, maybe the sea breeze was too strong, she thought, turned around and stepped into the cabin, while opening the laptop, waiting for Xiao Tianqin's email, while retreating into the sofa, she dug out a book she was reading recently.

She loves reading. For a lonely person who has been wandering in a foreign land for many years, books are the best soul mate and the only spiritual harbor.

I remember that when I went abroad, I only brought a few books with me except for a broken heart, but now I even forgot the names of those books.

Maybe what I read is not books, but loneliness, Gao Yulan smiled self-deprecatingly, she is at this age, but still likes to hurt the youth like a woman moaning without illness, it is really hopeless.

But in fact, she knew very well in her heart that when she was young, she might really be moaning without illness, but now, there is a kind of sadness in her bones.

The "sorrow" of female Wenqing is to be posted on Moments or Facebook for others to see, but her own sorrow does not have any audience, and does not need an audience, because there is nothing to flaunt.

Hey, damn Xiao Tianqin, broke my peaceful life again, Gao Yulan shook her head mockingly, glanced at the computer screen, there was no activity in the mailbox, and neither was there on the phone.

Then read the book first, the quiet time is running out, she thought, got up to make a cup of black tea, then retracted to the sofa, and started to read the book.

The book is in English, and Gao Yulan feels that the only thing she can boast about is her talent in languages. She has traveled overseas for many years, and now she is proficient in English, French, German, Russian and other languages.

If you count those languages ​​that are competent for daily communication, I am afraid that the number has already reached double digits.

But what's the use of this, she is alone, she has no friends to communicate with, and she doesn't need to worry about her livelihood, she laughed at herself, and found that her mood was extremely low, and she was far less negative than she is now.

Gao Yulan took a sip of the hot black tea and forced herself to focus on the pages of the book instead of thinking about it.

She bought the book last week when she was wandering around Corsica, the hometown of Emperor Napoleon, at a second-hand bookstore. At that time, she bought two bags of books.

This is also her only hobby and habit. Every time before she goes to sea, she buys a bunch of books she has never read. She chooses them randomly by looking at the title or author, or even the cover. Just watch and throw.

But this time, her luck didn't seem to be very good. Among the two bags of books, only this book named "11/22/63" survived to this day, because the other books couldn't attract her to read, most of them only read the book "5/[-]/[-]". Five minutes was enough for her to be sentenced to death.

Money is easy to get, but good books are hard to find. Just like most people are boring, so are books.

I have lived half my life, and I have met as many books as I have met people, but there are not many good books that I can really read in one sitting.

As for the "good people" that I can spend my whole life with, there is not even a single one. The only half I meet is a ruthless bastard. This is really the tragedy of life.

Gao Yulan found herself starting to think wildly again, tossing her hair angrily, took another big mouthful of hot tea, and concentrated on reading.

The author is Stephen-King, that is, the famous Stephen King. Gao Yulan has read many of his books, and most of them can attract her to read, and this time is no exception.

The story was full of suspense. Gao Yulan had already read half of it, and she was so attracted that she couldn't stop, and even turned on the lamp to read at night. If it wasn't for Xiao Tianqin's sudden phone call, she might still be immersed in the book at this time.

But now, no matter how much she forced herself to concentrate, she couldn't read as seriously as before.

The English letters in front of her eyes also seemed to become unrecognizable, and even made her sick like a bunch of dense flies.

Snapped!
Gao Yulan tried for a few minutes, but finally threw the book back to its original place helplessly, and even forgot to put the bookmark back.

Her mind was no longer on the stories in the book at all, her mind was full of old events and endless guilt towards her daughter.

"I've never been a good mother. I only cared about escaping for myself, but I never shielded Yating from the wind and rain. I knew Xiao Tianqin was a cruel and selfish bastard, but I still gave up Yating's custody."

She put her head in her hands and murmured in pain: "Now that Yating is an adult, she has the right to pursue the life she wants to live. I should go back and help her. It can be regarded as my own redemption, but...but I really do... Do you want to do this?"

Ding!
The phone issued a notification, Gao Yulan quickly looked at the screen, it was an email from Xiao Tianqin.

She didn't think about it anymore, opened the email, and began to browse the information inside.

Although the information sent by Xiao Tianqin is not exhaustive, there are still some basic events, and there is a more detailed introduction to the key person——Yang Hao.

Of course, according to what was written above, Yang Hao is an out-and-out coward, a big liar, and a shameless guy who kidnapped ignorant girls.

But there should be a mastermind behind him, Xiao Tianqin is sure of this, and is still trying his best to investigate.

After reading this information, Gao Yulan was a little curious about this 'Yang Hao'. Although she and Xiao Yating seldom communicated, she knew that her daughter had a shadow of her youth—a shadow of romance.

Or... moths to a flame, she thought, bitter.

　Thanks to Wang Xiang for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)