you touched my years

Chapter 48 Time-Wasting Mediation

Stepping on the bluestone path she walked, he would look down on every stone and every leaf that he had kept. The 20-year-old young man lost his calmness in the past in the memory left by a woman inadvertently. In a painting, one wants to touch, but is out of reach.

"Young Master Qiu, why are you here? Let us find it easily. Brothers and I are planning to return to the capital in the afternoon and Yan Cheng to return to the country in the evening. We have made arrangements and are just waiting for you." The person who was distracted in the past, now She looked extremely noisy, without any thought of coping, looked at the back that had gone away, except for a light yellow skirt corner, only a faint scent of ink remained.

It seemed that the two encounters were predestined. Looking at the sky that was gradually brightening, the light rain dissipated in the air in an instant, and his mood suddenly brightened again.

"Ji Tianhao's father has opened a new resort. I heard it's pretty good. I know you're going there. One-stop service, everything is covered..." The fidgety voice in his ear continued, but he didn't hear anything. One word, but one thing came to mind.

After waving his hand, the speaker immediately stopped his voice and stood aside. Qiu Zeran picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Call me the surveillance video from last night. I want to check someone." The person who hung up the phone walked in a hurry walked towards the hotel office area.

The man who left the conversation stood still, neither following nor not following, and he stamped his feet in annoyance, this was too difficult to serve.What kind of young and old Chou Jia is just a fool, and if he hadn't seen Chou's face, he wouldn't have wasted time with him.

"Young Master Qiu, you only need to register one person's ID for the presidential suite. This is the hotel's long-standing rule, so there is no registration for that lady's ID." The manager said cautiously to the person in front of him, for fear of accidentally touching It's bad luck, who would have thought that the prince would suddenly have to check the room information in the early morning. If he hadn't been on duty this morning, the rest of the group of people would probably have nothing to eat.

Qiu Zeran looked at the thin piece of paper in front of him, the woman's delicate face in the black and white picture became more and more obscure, and the simple colorful dress of the Republic of China became even more unreal under the support of the black and white picture. "Zhou Gu, a native of Kyoto, 35 years old." The simple information that couldn't be simpler made Qiu Zeran feel uneasy. He entered his mobile phone into the ID number, and "Ding" was sent successfully. If he wants more information, he can only hope in own up.

The Spring Festival in City A is no different from other places. The hotel has done a lot of activities for the Spring Festival, and red lanterns are hung everywhere. Even the back garden that she likes is full of lights and festoons, which is very lively. Not being liked by her, she gradually stopped walking around and stayed in the room every day. A 17-year-old girl should be wandering around in a lively and lovely way, yelling and drinking, but she never Stay quietly in a corner, or drink tea or practice calligraphy, or read some ancient books that Lao Zhou can't understand at all.

Sometimes he would be a little distressed, such a girl shouldn't live such a life, it's boring, she does have profound knowledge that many girls don't have, but the price she has to pay is the youth and vitality that should be swayed wantonly It's just that not only he understands these things, but she also understands them. It is impossible to twist the character that has been developed. It needs a process. Maybe this process will be very short, or it may be very long, and it may even be a long time. It has not been reversed, and youth has quietly passed away.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why Liu Mancang had such last words when he was dying. The old man's life was lonely, lonely, full of intrigues and ups and downs. He probably just hoped that the girl would have a good future and didn't want her to go away. His old road, but can all this really be as beautiful as hoped?no one knows.

After midnight, they each went back to their rooms to rest. The so-called vigil was nothing more than a ritual, and it was just a matter of meaning. A year later, they also returned to this city full of memories and stories.

...Kyoto.A compound
Sitting in the study, Qiu Zeran was a little annoyed listening to Mr. Qiu's chatter. He stretched out his hand habitually to smoke a cigarette, but when he looked up, he found that the location was wrong. He looked into the distance impatiently. He was still interested in being with them. He didn't mind listening to these clichés when he was circling around, but his patience today was exceptionally poor for some reason.

"There is still one year to go, no matter whether you are admitted by yourself or what, your uncle has already made arrangements, and you will go directly to the military academy after graduation. Our enemy's military and political family, in your generation, should be the same. To take the lead, you have less contact with those crooked friends, and don’t hang out with those dubious people. Don’t think that I can’t do anything with you if you are alone in other places. If you do poorly in the final year, Not only you can't get over your face, but I don't want this old face anymore. You have to know how many people want these conditions. Don't learn from your mother, you are short-sighted..."

Old Master Qiu's angry voice resounded throughout the 50-square-meter study room. The words about his mother made Qiu Zeran look over at once, with sharp and domineering eyes.There is no longer the indifference and cautiousness of the past.

Old Man Qiu was startled by this look, the look he looked at him was cold and without any warmth, it was far from the domineering and serious person in the past.

Although his face is still expressionless, the coldness in his eyes at this moment is like a sleeping beast. He can't understand his grandson, this person who has never dared to cross the border under his nose, actually has a kind The domineering and murderous aura of the superior, yes, it was murderous aura, he actually saw a murderous aura from his grandson, the two just stared at each other across a desk, neither of them bowed their heads first.

"I said, what are you doing now, old man, I tell you, don't overdo it, my eldest grandson rarely comes back, if you dare to bully him, my wife will not obey, I will pack up my things and go with my grandson." Entering the room Grandma Qiu, who was delivering the fruits, saw the atmosphere of selling stolen goods with swords drawn in the room, and stood beside her grandson without thinking, while Qiu Zeran immediately withdrew the aura she exuded when she saw grandma enter the room. He changed back to the domineering but obedient young master Pian Pian from before.

Old Man Qiu looked at his grandson who looked like a Beijing opera face-changing face, and his mind was tense. He actually misjudged a person, a young man who was right under his nose.He was still a boy who had long been identified by himself as a hopeless boy...

(End of this chapter)