The fate of the wealthy girl

A few months later.

Early spring. White flowers of the sun, strongly refracted down, to the land of light.

Asia Hotel, a brilliant white building, is more spectacular in the sunshine.

The once-in-a-year round the world group sommeliers selection competition was officially launched. Sommeliers from various sub groups of globegroup have been standing in the hotel lobby square, waiting for the call of the organizers, and they enter with certificates. For some reason, the event has been delayed for about half a year. Now it is officially launched! The competition time is about half a year. The sommeliers will join in the restaurants, and their business performance will be regarded as the result of the first assessment. After half a year, professional assessment will be conducted!

After the most strict selection competition is completed, the top talents will be selected to participate in the world sommelier competition!

Laurence and Vitas, the two main wine leaders, walked out of the red carpet and looked at the sommeliers standing in front of the square. In fluent English, they represented the Asian group and the global group respectively. At the same time, they announced that the competition began!

A salute! All over the sky colored paper, floating into the sky, a burst of warm applause, ring up.

Laurence and Vitas stood in front of the red carpet, raised their heads, looked at the paper floating in the sky with a smile and a touch of feeling. They hoped that this wine feast could be held perfectly.

A garden.

Branches and leaves sprout, a small butterfly, broken silkworm, unfolded pale green young wings, facing the sun, floating to the distance of the brilliant fragrance of flowers.

On the special chair, there was a girl in a long white woolen skirt and a short grey coat with a hat. Because of the cold, she put on her hat and blocked her small face. She looked at the butterfly in front of her and blinked her eyes.

Surich, dressed in a white shirt, black slacks, a black double breasted coat, whistling white, stood on the burnt leaves, looking at the gentle figure, and was heartbroken.

Her eyes, originally water beautiful, but as if covered with a little time dust, pale and at a loss.

It's as if I have been born without love.

Surich walked forward step by step, came to her, squatted down, raised his head, and looked at her with a smile.

She turned her eyes, gently bowed her head, and looked at him without expression.

Surich looked at her heartily. Since she woke up, she did not speak and did not want to see anyone. She just lay on the bed and looked at the pale smallpox, as if she was still nostalgic for the light of heaven. Her left face was finally perfect, but there was no joy. Instead, she was silent in tears. The gauze on her left face was not removed. However, she was never curious about the scar What is it like today.

"Kexin..." Surich called her a little distressed.

Tang Kexin looks at the gentle man in front of her. She wants to give him a smile, but she can't smile. She just tears in her eyes.

Surich took a breath, stretched out his hand, held her cold little hand gently, and said softly, "the sommelier selection competition has begun..."

Tang Kexin looks at Su Ruiqi with tears in her eyes, but at this moment, she smiles.

After that major operation, Tang Kexin was reborn. At the moment of waking up, she finally found that the only talent in her life, that perfect and excellent sense of smell, was gone. God finally took back her gift and punished her absolutely.

A crystal tear, gently sliding down, passed the gauze wrapped left face.

She just looked at surich gently and indifferently, and didn't want to talk.

Tears, has become her life, the only language to vent sadness.

"Kexin..." Surich looked at her like this, and could not help but feel sad and sad. Her eyes flashed a little ruddy, and said with heart: "don't do this. Without your excellent sense of smell, we can still taste the most delicious food in the world. You can still taste the taste..."

Tang Kexin looks at him faintly, as if his thought is dead.

"Kexin..." Surich looked at her heartily and said, "don't do this. Your face is restored. You are as beautiful as ever. The nightmare of three years has passed. Try to be brave again, try to be strong again, huh? Yesterday, Yahui and President Zhuang called to see you They all miss you so much... "

Tang Kexin listened attentively, but seemed to be listening to other people's affairs. Her eyes flashed a little dim.

Surich had no choice but to stand up and sit next to her and said helplessly, "it's been four months. You've locked yourself up here for four months. When are you going to be like you used to be... "

Tang Kexin is silent.

"When I think of you three years ago, you walked into my world with a pale face, and finally survived. Now I remember, I have a lingering fear..." Surich said, a burst of heartache, and then sighed, "why, don't you try to meet the people around you? I know you miss them very much. They don't blame you, really..."

Tang Kexin looks forward to the butterfly. She doesn't know where the butterfly has gone. Her mood is gradually floating. It seems that there is a girl who is willing to fold her wings for a relationship. It is she who has given up those people she loves most. She has to bear her promise for the endless love. She once said that she would let them give up. Now, this is only a little respect.I don't want to be a burden in their life any more

Tang Kexin seems tired. She gets out of surich's hand, stands up slightly, and turns to the red two-story villa.

"Kexin!" Surich looked at her lonely figure with heartache. Standing in the graceful path, surich said sadly, "spring has come. Everything is over. If you decide to let go of your dreams, then, be ordinary and live? Whether you give me a chance or not, it doesn't matter, as long as you are good. I really miss you so much

It seems a little cold.

Tang Kexin put her hands into the pocket of her cotton coat, put her head down, and let her hat cover the white scarf on her left face. Her tears fell down and she continued to walk in silence.

Surridge, you don't understand, there is a kind of loss, is his own hand buried, this kind of suffering, is oneself also can't forgive oneself.

Her father said that Kexin's natural excellent sense of smell is a gift from God. She is God's favorite daughter.

Why did my father give him so much instruction that he forgot the most important sentence?

Step by step, Tang Kexin walked into the villa, closed the door gently, and once again isolated herself from the world.

Surich turned his face painfully, his eyes streaming with tears. At this moment, he saw a blue letter on the chair.

Outside the garden.

Wearing a black sweater and a brown coat, she tied up her hair, wore a long scarf, and held a thermos bottle in her hand. She stood outside the gate of the fence and looked nervously.

The special police stood on the left and right sides, standing solemnly, no one could enter without command!

Why so long?

Yahui looked into the deep path anxiously, looking forward to the familiar little figure.

However, this time, surich is still alone and out of his mind.

As soon as Ya Hui's heart aches, she looks at him with tears in her eyes and sobs, "master su..."

Surich raised his head and looked at Yahui standing outside the gate. His eyes flashed solemnly. Then he came over sadly, opened the door and stood aside

"Does she still refuse to see me?" Yahui looked at him in tears and said, "you didn't tell her. I'm not angry with her. Really, don't be angry with her, tell her not to blame herself. I know that now she is very lonely and sad, so I want to accompany her... "

Surich raised his head, looked at Yahui, and sighed heartily.

"Nearly four months, when is she going to lock herself up..." Yahui said heartily.

Surich helplessly took out the blue letter, handed it to Yahui, and said, "this is from Kexin."

Yahui looked at the blue letter, quickly and nervously dried her tears. She took the letter and opened it tremblingly. She cried and looked at the beautiful handwriting inside. Yahui, if there was another life, I would like to be the butterfly in front of your window when you were a child. Life is short. When winter comes, I will go with autumn. I lie in front of the operating table, only consciousness, is you give up self-esteem, kneel on the ground, kowtow that sad voice. Sorry, in the future of life, I will sincerely wish you, for me, no blood, but more blood than the good sister You can rest assured. In the future, I will take good care of myself. For you, please go back to Asia Hotel, because it is your dream place. At the moment, I understand that giving up the dream is the pain in life and pain Go back, go back

Yahui held the letter paper tremblingly, and suddenly squatted on the ground, crying bitterly.

Surich clenched his fists and stood still, her eyes aching again.

A small butterfly, from the deep garden, slowly fluttering its wings, around Yahui, give her the last bit of warmth.

"Silly girl!" Yahui clenched the letter and began to cry. "Why didn't you think about it? Why did I treat you so well? Why am I always with you? That's because I need you too, because you are very good to me I miss you so much, miss you so much Think of my lonely injury, you hold me, give me comfort ah Why do you always want to be in debt? You come out to see me. I'll make it clear to you face to face. I miss you very much I brought you delicious Kexin... "

A burst of sad dumb cry, spread throughout the small forest, the butterfly, still stopped on her sad shoulder, flapping its gentle wings

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