lover beside

Chapter 371

Looking around the whole house, Catherine smiled, "My mind is just to make everything wonderful during the time I 'exist'. Just like this house, as long as I live in it for a day, I must make it as lively as possible , arranged in such a way that it seems that they will never leave, and fill the house with the aroma of various dishes every day-my life is the same, every day I am alive, I hope to encounter a happy encounter. In fact, in this last I can still meet Ziheng in time, I think this is already a great love from God. Even if I can’t fall in love with him in the end, but Qinghuan, you should understand my heart: as long as you can see him alive walking in front of me, this in itself is already a great happiness..."

Qing Huan wiped away tears, "What are you going to do with this house?"

Catherine smiled, "This house is where my husband once lived in China. It was already sold, but when I came back, I paid five times the price and bought it back from the buyer."

Even Qing Huan couldn't help but be speechless.In this location, and such a single-family bungalow, the price itself is already astronomical.What's more, Catherine spent five times the price...

"However, I don't need it now. I donated it. It doesn't matter what the welfare organization wants to use it for, or sell it for cash. Anyway, I don't need it anymore." Catherine said chicly, her gaze still radiant after all. A trace of nostalgia.

Qing Huan tightly clutched her hand, "KK...Are you sure that you really won't have a chance to come back?"

Catherine smiled, "20 days, Qing Huan, I still have 20 days. So I can't waste the last 20 days here, I have to go back, go back to my husband's house, go back to my husband's side go."

Qing Huan shook her head sadly, "Do you have any relatives in your family?"

Catherine smiled and shook her head, "I'm an orphan, and I was adopted by the Americans."

"Then, I'll accompany you." Qing Huan raised her clear eyes.

That's right, Muyang is still in the hospital, but Muyang has almost recovered, and he still has Kouer by his side, as well as Qingjin, Ziheng, and a large family.

Catherine smiled enchantingly, "Fool Qinghuan, what are you doing? I'm such a narcissistic person, don't you know? Do you think I'll let you stay by my side and watch me wither a little bit, Die? I don't want to..." Even though Catherine said this, she still unconsciously held Qing Huan tightly, "Don't worry about me, I'm already used to living alone. I'm not afraid of loneliness, and I'm not afraid Face death alone."

Catherine turned her eyes to look at the place where the painting was once placed, "Because for me, death is to meet my husband..."

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Ziheng has been a little restless for a while.It's not that I'm thinking about anyone, but I'm used to being harassed, and I feel uncomfortable when I stop suddenly.

Besides, being with Catherine that night, he did indeed hurt her.

When I called Catherine, Qing Huan actually picked up the phone.Ziheng became anxious when he heard that, "Qinghuan, what's wrong with you? Why, are you crying?"

Leaving aside all business, Ziheng immediately drove to Catherine's house.But the house was already empty, only Qing Huan stood in the courtyard, under the pouring sunlight, with the shade of trees and flowers falling on his shoulders, looking at him with tears.

Ziheng's footsteps trembled, "Qing Huan, what's going on?"

Qing Huan led Ziheng into Catherine's house.In the huge house, there is only one painting in the center of the house, which is still on the easel and covered with pure white silk.

"This is..." Ziheng looked at Qinghuan.

Qinghuan wept and pointed to Ziheng, "This is what Catherine left for you before she left. I believe you will understand after seeing this painting."

Qinghuan backed out quietly, and Ziheng walked towards the painting step by step.

When he lifted the pure white silk, his fingers trembled slightly.

Opening the painting, Ziheng was stunned.

The person in the painting seems to be himself.But it is different, because it is filled with many characteristics that belong to Europeans and Americans.

Judging from the brushstrokes of the picture, it can be seen that this painting has been painted for many years, and every time it is filled with new content on the original old picture and oil paint.

So Ziheng would be confused for a moment - as if this painting originally painted a young man in white, an oriental man, but later gradually added western features, and it became what was finally presented on the picture at this time. European and American middle-aged men.

Ziheng stared at the note in the corner of the screen: MY-LOVE.

Ziheng was stunned, and looked back at Qinghuan.Qing Huan nodded, "Everything is as you can see. Now the picture finally shows Catherine's ex-husband, the good man who has passed away. But this painting has been written since Catherine was very young. It was a boy Catherine secretly liked when she was a child. She said that she saw him walking through the street near the orphanage to go to school every day. Later, she was brought to the United States, and she drew the boy from her own memory. Son……"

Ziheng felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Qing Huan wept, "Later she grew up and reached the age of falling in love and getting married. She unconsciously looked for it according to the appearance in her memory-God finally helped her and let her find her husband. Her husband had nothing but hair and eyes. The color, the outline of the facial features are actually very similar to that boy..."

Ziheng trembled.

Qing Huan tried to smile, "Later, her husband passed away. She was also diagnosed with a terminal illness. She brought everything back to China, hoping to regain her dream before leaving this world. She said she recognized him at the first sight, even if it was just a back view, even if he just kept looking at the painting and never saw her..."

Qing Huan was so choked up that she couldn't continue, "She said that even if she didn't make him fall in love with her, she still found him, and that's enough. This is already God's mercy to her..."

Ziheng took two steps back, "Then where is she now?"

Qing Huan smiled, "At three o'clock in the morning this morning, she was in the United States and passed away with a smile..."

[The third watch is over.I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival starting tomorrow~~~]

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