Chu Zhiyan immediately bought the newspaper. She clutched it with trembling hands. The creases spread from the palm of her hand and became lighter as she went up¡ª¡ªthe advertising photo of "Gol's European Touring Exhibition in Paris" was not affected at all. ¡ª¡ªIn the black-and-white photo, a silver-haired old man in a coat stood beside an oriental face, with exactly the same eyebrows and eyes as Chu Zhiyan.
Hong Weijie also saw that person, he pointed subconsciously, and he blurted out: "This person really looks like you!".
When Hong Weijie raised his eyes and saw Chu Zhiyan's distraught appearance, he shut his mouth wisely.
"What's wrong?" Hong Weijie asked with concern.
Chu Zhiyan looked at the address, folded the newspaper, and said in a calm voice, "I have something to do, so I won't go shopping with you today"
"Don't," Hong Weijie immediately interrupted her. He didn't ask her what she was going to do, but he grinned suddenly, showing his big white teeth, reached out and beat his chest, and said, "Where are you going? gone?"
Chu Zhiyan looked at his shining eyes, and remembered that he also volunteered to accompany her to the black choir every day that year. Her brows were filled with sorrow, and she reached out to stop a car as a tacit consent to his company.
The photos printed in the newspaper were still a little distorted, and when Hong Weijie saw Yan Bailing's real person, he couldn't help but gasp¡ªlike! so similar.
Hong Weijie couldn't help but furtively looked back and forth between Yan Bailing's face and Chu Zhiyan's face. When he saw Chu Zhiyan, he mostly used his peripheral vision, because he was afraid of hurting Chu Zhiyan, he looked special Be careful.
Hong Weijie thought: A beauty like Chu Zhiyan really wants to be beautiful until she grows old.
But Chu Zhiyan could see Yan Bailing's aging. Compared with five years ago, her haughty temperament had obviously restrained a lot. She seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, like a delicate and weak tree that was about to wither. The last flower, struggling to retain the last bit of dignity, but everyone can see that it is just futile.
Yan Bailing was wearing an ankle-length black overcoat, and a chic tulle hat on her head. Half of the gauze hanging from the brim of the hat covered her tired eyes.
Hong Weijie asked: "Are you going in? I haven't seen the art exhibition yet, so I don't know much about it."
"I haven't seen it either." Chu Zhiyan stared at Yan Bailing standing in front of the exhibition hall, and said, "I came to see her."
"If you want to talk, I'll listen. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were not an ordinary person. You have such a temperament that you are different from us at first glance."
Chu Zhiyan smiled wryly, she turned her eyes back to Hong Weijie's face and said, "You are really wrong, I am a very unpopular person."
Hong Weijie was a little angry, and he replied: "Don't say that. Even if someone didn't like you, it was because they didn't understand you."
"Do you think you know me well?" Chu Zhiyan felt the desire to confide, she laughed at herself and said, "Have you ever thought that I might be the kind of person they say, a money worshiper, brainless, hard-nosed, a very Troubled woman."
"Who the hell said it?" Hong Weijie was angry, several people passed through his mind immediately, and an impulse burned in his heart, and he was about to rush out immediately.
Chu Zhiyan didn't expect Hong Weijie to be so impulsive. Seeing that he was about to go on a rampage regardless of the vehicle, she immediately jumped out to grab him.
The vehicles on the street suddenly honked their horns one after another.
It was at this moment that Yan Bailing, who was standing on the steps in a daze, saw her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com