After getting off the plane, Bian Lingxi did not go back to Jingluodixiu immediately, but went directly to [Lingxi Villa] with her luggage.

The taxi drove all the way up a mountainside in the suburbs of Dijing. The winding road was a little shaky. It rained lightly again on the mountain today and the road was wet. Bian Lingxi was afraid that something might happen, so he asked the driver to slow down.

Due to the speed of the car, we arrived in front of the villa more than half an hour later than usual.

The door of the villa was open, and there were many servants coming and going. Bian Lingxi saw a delivery truck parked at the door. It must be that his father ordered something new. Bian Lingxi didn't pay much attention, and stood with him.

Mother Yang, who was directing others to move things next to her, said hello and went in first.

At this point, Bian Lin hadn't come back from get off work yet, so Bian Lingxi went back to his room first.

It has been three years since she moved out of [Lingxi Villa], and she rarely came back to spend the night during this period. However, her room is still as clean and tidy as new. You can tell that her father should have the maid clean it every day. Just think of her father before he goes out every day.

When she habitually told Yang Ma: "Remember to clean Xixi's room", Bian Lingxi felt that she couldn't help her father. She should spend more time with him. In such a big villa, his father was cold every day when he came back.

, without any popularity, how lonely he must be.

Bian Lingxi sat in front of the bay window, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room. After blowing for a while, he felt a little cold, so he pulled out the summer blanket neatly stacked next to him, then curled up his legs and hugged them with his hands.

Feet, eyes wandering, looking out the window.

The scenery halfway up the mountain is pleasant, lush and green in summer. At first glance, it feels like you have fallen into a green ghost country, surrounded by green elves.

After a while, there was a knock on her door. After Bian Lingxi said softly, "Please come in," Yang's mother turned the doorknob and came in with a glass of orange juice and a small piece of red mousse velvet cake.

"Lingxi, your favorite afternoon tea." After saying that, Yang's mother placed the tray squarely on the small table next to her and thanked Lingxi. Yang's mother waved her hand casually and walked out of the room with a smile.

Bian Lingxi raised her head and looked at the clock. The hour and minute hands were pointing at three at the same time. It turned out that it was already three fifteen, and she had accidentally stayed there for more than an hour.

"It's so delicious. Mother Yang's craftsmanship has not changed, and the red velvet cake still tastes the same as before." Bian Lingxi was so happy with the meal that she almost finished it. She even took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments.

[Today I am a big eater (happy ~ rose ~ smiling face ~) with pictures: half eaten dessert and more than half a glass of orange juice left·jpg]

After posting to Moments, she refreshed the page a few minutes later, but there were only likes and comments from Bentham and Meng Fan. Bian Lingxi didn't know why, but she always felt empty in her heart, but maybe something was missing.

Something. She came to her senses, replied to Bentham and Meng Fan's comments, then put down her phone and went downstairs carrying the finished plate.

First floor kitchen:

"Mama Yang, I've finished eating." Bian Lingxi was in an unprecedented mood after being comforted by the sweets. Seeing Ma Yang who had grown up with her, she couldn't help but coquettishly said, "Mother Yang, where did you pick up Lin

The desserts made by my uncle are simply amazing. How do you say that? This product can only be found in heaven, and how many times can you smell it in the world!"

Yang's mother smiled and said, "If there was no such thing in the world, why would you have grown up eating it?!"

Yang Ma and Uncle Lin are a divorced family. They worked in the Bian family before Bian Lingxi was born. Later, after Bian Lin and his family had a falling out, the Bian family moved to the UK. Yang Ma and Uncle Lin were not used to it.

Their lives did not follow the past. When Bian Lin found out, he asked them to come here to work.

It was already very difficult for Bian Lin, a grown man, to take care of a little girl, not to mention that at that time he was still trapped in the grief of the death of his beloved wife and couldn't get over it. So before Bian Lingxi was two years old, he basically lived with Yang's mother.

They slept together, and Uncle Lin especially liked to put her on his shoulders and lead her around the yard.

Bian Lingxi didn't like watching TV very much. Uncle Lin and Yang's mother were both busy in the kitchen. Bian Lingxi originally wanted to help, but Yang's mother said nothing to let her get involved. After sitting for a long time, she felt bored.

Then I went to the studio on the third floor.

Bian Lingxi started learning painting at the age of four. She held a children's painting exhibition when she was eleven years old. At that time, she was hailed as a rising star in the painting world. She once thought about becoming a painter when she grew up.

Painter, but after knowing what happened that year, she gave up her career

She had a small planned life plan, started over, passed the junior class of Teikyo University, studied for a bachelor's degree, then went to study for a master's degree, and then went abroad to study for a doctorate. There was only one reason behind all these seemingly excellent things - she didn't want anyone else in the world to suffer the same fate as her.

Students who have experienced school violence.

Bian Lingxi looked at the black painting in front of him infatuatedly. There was a place without light. The black was mixed with fresh red, as if it was the blood that people had just dripped. There was a ragged yellow-haired girl in the center of the painting.

After being nailed to the cross and being judged by the crowd below, the girl raised her head and looked at the crowd in the audience with disdain, as if she was swearing to remember every cold and mocking face, and she would pay back double the amount in the next life.

This painting was painted when she was in her first year of high school. At that time, she had a serious mental illness and began to suffer from insomnia every night. At first, she did not dare to tell her father.

At that time, she read a lot of reports on the Internet about painters who suffered from depression while painting. The symptoms were similar to hers. She didn't want her father to worry about her, so she suffered alone for a long time. Until one night, she picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut it.

Wrist, she lay down in the bathtub. Finally, Yang's mother realized something was wrong and called an ambulance, and she was able to save her life.

'Am I in love, you smiled, that's it, how can it be over so easily, how can I let you hold me and cry...' An unexpected cell phone ringtone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

The phone vibrated in her hand for a long time, but she didn't answer it. Her eyes never left the painting.

Later, the ringing stopped. I thought it would stop. After a while, the video call came in again. Now Lingxi was completely awake. He shook his head violently, trying to get rid of all the random thoughts in his mind. He raised his phone and focused his eyes.
Chapter completed!