On the way back from the dock.

Lu Tingyun kept his eyes closed.

Xiao Yu turned to look at him several times. After hesitating for a long time, he hesitated and said, "President Lu, where are we going?"

"Go to the apartment."

Lu Tingyun pinched his eyebrows.

Since Li zhixia left, Lu Tingyun has never lived in Chenyuan again.

It has always collapsed in a small apartment outside the company.

Xiao Yu gave him a helpless look and drove the car under the apartment.

Open the door and get off, then turn to the back seat to open the door and let Lu Tingyun down.

Lu Tingyun stepped down.

He paced towards the apartment hall.

He opened it and went in. He sat down on the sofa.

Turn on the TV.

In the past three years, he was not used to staying at home alone. Once he calmed down, Li zhixia's voice and appearance would show.

Took out a wine bottle from the refrigerator, opened it and drank a mouthful of wine.

Lu Tingyun's Adam's apple kept rolling, and his eyes were slightly red.

Insert your right hand into your hair and stare at the news on TV in a daze.

So I stayed for a whole hour.

He threw the bottle on the tea table and stood up slowly.

Maybe he drank too much. When he got up, he accidentally swept the magazines and other things on the tea table on the carpet.

He took a reflexive look, then withdrew his eyes and walked forward.

Just took two steps.

Suddenly it seemed that I thought of something. My thick eyebrows wrinkled tightly and turned around quickly.

His eyes fixed on a picture album that fell to the ground.

The album was just opened by gravity in the process of sweeping to the ground.

Above is a simple landscape painting.

But Lu Tingyun's sight was not on the painting.

It's on the next author's photo.

The woman above is a goose yellow sweater, and below is a broken hair dress, with dark long hair falling naturally.

The broken hair on the ear was pinned down and showed a delicate side face.

Just at a glance, Lu Tingyun recognized this side face, which was just like Li zhixia.

His whole heart lifted up.

Quickly squat down and pick up the picture album that fell on the ground.

She took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Yu.

"What's the matter with the picture album you put on my tea table?"

At the other end of the phone, Xiao Yu was driving and suddenly heard Lu Tingyun ask, stunned for a moment.

"President Lu, do you mean that picture album?"

"It's Mr. Shan's father, the former general manager of Kehua, who wants to invite you to his painting exhibition, but you said you didn't have time? So Mr. Shan brought you a picture album."

"The last time I sent you materials, I sent you the past. What happened to that picture album, Mr. Lu?"

Xiao Yu frowned and asked in some doubt.

"Who said I didn't have time?" Lu Tingyun said hoarsely.

Xiao Yu was a little confused, "this... President Lu, when I told you last time, you said it yourself“

Obviously, he said he didn't have time and wouldn't go to such a boring painting exhibition!

"When is the art exhibition?" Lu Tingyun twisted his eyebrows and asked again.

"The last time I looked at your itinerary, it seemed that I saw tomorrow." Xiao Yu replied blankly.

"Well, I've put off my schedule tomorrow. I'm going to attend the art exhibition," Lu Tingyun said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yu listened blankly and opened her eyes in amazement.

He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva: "Mr. Lu, but you made an appointment with Huayi to talk about the case tomorrow! You said you wouldn't attend, so I've arranged your itinerary tomorrow. Don't you care about Huayi's case?"

"Xiao Yu, are you too old to use your ears? I said, push it off no matter what it is. And... Send me the address of the painting exhibition."

Lu Tingyun frowned, said angrily, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Xiao Yu wanted to say something, but found that the phone had already been hung up.

Had no choice but to sigh.

He sent the address to Lu Tingyun's mobile phone.

Lu Tingyun turned around, walked slowly and sat down on the sofa. His bony fingers gently stroked the faint side face on the album, and his Adam's apple rolled.

How have you been these years

......

Since his retirement, Mr. Shan has been traveling around to collect paintings.

Almost every year, the paintings collected from four places will be exhibited and auctioned.

The exhibition will be held in a famous cultural museum in G city.

Shan Liang, general manager of Huayi, is a filial son of ten. He is afraid that no one will attend his father's exhibition. He has sent invitations to celebrities and senior officials of major business partners in advance.

So many people came to the exhibition on this day.

But the most unexpected thing is that Lu Tingyun, who has always been busy with work and has never participated in any activities, also came here for the first time today.

The car stopped before the exhibition.

Lu Tingyun immediately walked over.

Black eyes swept around and finally saw the picture in the album last night in a small corner.

The painting is very simple, and there is a big gap compared with the pen power of other exhibitions.

However, the painting is better than using the color very boldly. The colorful clouds are floating around, just like Li zhixia's smiling face, clear and charming.

The more Lu Tingyun looked, the tighter the string in his heart, and the fingers hanging on one side held it tightly.

"Young man, do you like this picture?" old man Shan came forward with a smile and asked softly when he saw that he had been staring at the picture.

Lu Tingyun turned around, bowed his head and said hello to the old man

"Mr. Shan."

"To tell you the truth, this painting is really not the best in the batch of paintings I collected recently, but the girl who painted is very interesting." old man Shan said with a smile.

Lu Tingyun held his hand more tightly.

With a smile on his brow, he stared at Old Man Shan and said in a quiet voice, "this painting has a far-reaching artistic conception. I like it very much."

"Just heard that old man Shan said that it was a girl who painted this picture? I'm very interested in her. I don't know if old man Shan can recommend her."

Old man Shan looked up at Lu Tingyun, but shook his head: "it's useless for you to be interested. People have already owned famous flowers."

The famous flowers have been owned for a long time

Lu Tingyun mourned.

He frowned and asked, "it's all right. I just rarely meet my confidant. I want to see her. I don't mean anything else."

"I wonder if Mr. Shan can tell me where you met her..."

"This..." old man Shan frowned in embarrassment.

"This is an art teacher I met in a small town when I was traveling through Y City. I heard that I lived there in seclusion with my husband."