Because she was addicted

Three years later.

Across the ocean, at the Lu Family Manor.

Lu Chenyan, dressed in white casual wear with an apron, was carving a statue in front of him, one stroke at a time, with a carving knife in his hand.

The statue has long, wavy hair and wears a wide-brimmed straw hat with a large sunflower pinned to the brim.

The only drawback is that the statue's face is completely blank.

A vast blue sea, cloudless, where the sky and sea merge into one.

A white guesthouse with the words "Seeking" written in simplified Chinese characters.

The woman wore a white dress, her hair was loose, and she wore a light-colored straw hat with a sunflower stuck in the brim.

The orange-yellow sunflowers are in full bloom.

The woman pushed open the wooden fence and walked in, like the sun in the sky, radiating brilliance that instantly shone into his heart.

The sea breeze is warm.

The woman hesitated for a long time in the distance, then finally walked towards him as if she had made up her mind. She stood in front of him, looking down at him and waving.

"Hi! Little brother..."

Lu Chenyan reclined on the chair, taking off his sunglasses to get a better look, but the sunlight was blinding, and the woman's face suddenly became blurry, leaving him with only a white light in his vision. Only the sunflower, in the sunlight, appeared even more vibrant and radiant.

He's had this dream over and over again ever since he woke up a month ago.

But he couldn't remember who this person was at all.

Every time he tried to see her face clearly, the intense, blinding sunlight would obscure his vision, making him unable to see anything.

He picked up the carving knife, but every time he got to carving a woman's face, he didn't know where to start.

In one month, he carved countless pieces.

He also painted countless paintings.

But none of them succeeded.

"Ayan, take a rest." Madam Lu brought in tea, her gaze sweeping over the sculptures and paintings without leaving a trace, her emotions deeply hidden in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mom."

Lu Chenyan put down the carving knife in his hand.

"Mom, do you really not know who this person is?" Lu Chenyan asked the question he had asked countless times.

Madam Lu shook her head.

"Ayan, you've finally woken up, so don't overexert yourself. The doctor said your brain was damaged and needs to recover slowly; you can't be too tired."

Three years ago, outside the operating room.

Lu Chenyan's heart stopped beating, and the doctor was about to give up on resuscitation. He came out to have Madam Lu sign the consent form.

But just as the doctor left, his heart rate miraculously started beating again. After being rescued, he was transferred to the intensive care unit that same evening.

Five days later, Madam Lu contacted the top medical team abroad and chartered a plane to send Lu Chenyan back to J country from the Hong Kong hospital.

Lu Chenyan's life has been saved.

However, he remained in a deep coma for three years.

He finally woke up a month ago.

The good news is that, after a psychological evaluation, the personality of Lu Chenlan within him has completely disappeared. He has accepted the fact that his older brother is no longer alive.

The bad news is, he has amnesia.

He had forgotten everything that happened more than a decade after Lu Chenlan's death.

Including Wenjia.

Madam Lu was secretly relieved, at least her son Lu Chenyan had returned, which was better than anything else.

Madam Lu took a wet wipe and gently wiped Lu Chenyan's hands, saying softly:

"They say artists have very rich imaginations. Son, maybe this is an artistic image you've created? Okay, stop worrying about it. Alex's here, aren't you going to see him?"

Lu Chenyan's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"Okay. I'll pack up and head over right away."

……

Alex handed the invitation to Lu Chenyan for his global solo exhibition tour.

"Ayan, I was going to give you this invitation ten years ago. But you suddenly stopped writing back then. However, ten years later, your work is now worth more in the market. How about it? Have you had any new works recently? I can add them to your solo exhibition list."

Lu Chenyan leaned back on the sofa, his legs crossed, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.

He smiled and said, "I definitely won't let you down."

"That's good. Does the new work have a name?"

Lu Chenyan pondered for a moment, then uttered two words: "Find."

"Okay! Get ready, our first stop is Dali."

……

Dali.

Wen Jia had just finished receiving a group of tourists. She told the aunt to clean the rooms, then arranged for the younger sister to clean the lobby, and then called the gardening team to arrange for them to come and tidy up the flowers, plants and trees of the guesthouse the next day.

"Auntie! We're back."

As the bell rang with a clear "ding-dong," the door of the guesthouse was pushed open, and a cute little girl walked in, holding the hand of a two-year-old baby boy.

As soon as Ruoruo entered the room, she took Xiaoluotou's hand and walked towards the bathroom, saying as they went:

"Mom said that the first thing to do when you come back from playing outside is to wash your hands."

The little radish shoved her aside and ran towards Wen Jia.

"I don't want to wash, Mom, I want ice cream."

Ruoruo pouted, put her hands on her hips, and stomped her foot heavily.

"Wen Nianchen, if you eat without washing your hands, you'll get worms in your stomach!"

The little girl paused, giving Wen Jia a pitiful look. Wen Jia shrugged.

"Nianchen, Mom can't help you. You promised that you would listen to Ruoruo this summer vacation and do whatever she asks you to do! A real man keeps his word."

Wen Nianchen thought for a moment, then turned and walked back, saying to Ruoruo:

"Fine, I'll wash it, but double the ice cream. I want two."

Ruoruo, with a serious expression and the air of a little adult, lectured him.

"No, one a day, that's our rule. If you eat two, we'll take you to the hospital for a shot!"

Wen Nianchen turned to look at Wen Jia, but Wen Jia had already walked away.

He burst into tears.

But in the end, she couldn't resist and was led by Ruoruo to wash her hands.

Wen Lin slowly pushed the door open and came in, panting and wiping her sweat as she entered:

"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore! I just can't handle your son. He's so naughty. He's like a monkey. If I don't keep an eye on him, he's climbing up a rock, and the next second he's digging for earthworms in the grass. He even showed me the earthworms! It scared me to death! You weren't like this when you were a kid!"

Wen Jia chuckled and casually said, "He probably looks like his dad."

The moment the words were spoken, the expressions on both of their faces froze.

Wen Lin glanced at her cautiously. "Jiajia, are you alright?"

"fine!"

Wen Jia touched her chin, forcibly suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's been so long, what could have happened?"

She looked at her son coming out of the bathroom; he was sulking, but Ruoruo still kept him completely under her thumb.

Three years ago, she bought birth control pills, but then that incident happened. By the time she finally realized what had happened and rediscovered the birth control pills hidden deep in the drawer, two months had already passed.

She also missed her period.

I bought a pregnancy test and found out I was pregnant.

That night, she sat in Lu Chenyan's room 102, crying and laughing, until dawn.

Then she wiped away her tears and returned to Room 101 to tell Wenlin the news. The two sisters went to the hospital together for a full checkup, registered their prenatal records, scheduled regular prenatal checkups, and booked hospital beds...

Eight months later, Wen Nianchen was born.

It weighed six pounds and eight ounces, and was wrinkled, but its features resembled Lu Chenyan's.

……

Wen Lin grasped Wen Jia's hand.

Only she and Wen Jia knew the hardships they endured over those three years.

Every year around the turn of spring and summer, Wen Jia would come to Dali to stay for a while. She would stay at the guesthouse "Mijian" where she and Lu Chenyan first met.

A year ago, the landlady I met was preparing to sell the guesthouse.

After thinking it over, Wen Jia bought the Mijian.

This is where she and Lu Chenyan first met; it holds their sweetest and most unforgettable memories.

If someone else buys it, everything here will cease to exist.

After she bought it, she carefully renovated it, but completely preserved its original appearance.

After living here for a while, Wen Nianchen didn't want to go back.

She simply moved in with him and settled here permanently.

Wen Lin and Ruo Ruo would come and stay with them during summer and winter vacations.

"By the way, Mr. Fu's divorce case is finally over."

Wen Lin sat down at the bar and casually chatted about some things in Hong Kong.

"It's been three years, it should be over by now. Did Zhang Qiran tell you that?" Wen Jia asked as she mixed drinks behind the bar.

Wen Lin blushed and softly replied, "Mmm."

"You have no idea what Tang Ning has done these past few years. It's absolutely outrageous! Fortunately, it's all in the past. Qi Ran said that she kidnapped Niannian, hired someone to kill her, and poisoned Shen Li. All of this adds up to enough to get her sentenced to many years in prison."

"What about Lin Zhidong?" Wen Jia asked.

"His case is even more serious. Bribery, drug trafficking, and involvement in organized crime. He was preparing to flee abroad but was apprehended by the police at the airport. And his father, Lin Xiao, was involved in money laundering, transferring assets overseas, and I heard he was also poisoning Mrs. Fu for a long time; he was also arrested. In short, none of them are good people."

Wen Jia: "President Fu has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel."

"yes."

"So, what happened between him and Shen Li?"

"I don't know. Qiran didn't tell me. But I heard from Qiran that President Fu now travels to Beijing every week, taking a plane as easily as taking a bus."

It seems the road to winning back his wife is still very long.

"Ugh, I'm not talking to you anymore, Qiran called, I'm going to answer it."

A blush crept onto Wen Lin's face as she answered the phone and went outside.

"Hey? We're here. We arrived last night... Didn't I tell you? I did, oh dear, I haven't seen Jiajia in so long, I got so excited chatting with her that I forgot to tell you... Okay, okay, don't do it again, you're so nagging..."

Two years ago, Wen Lin and Zhou Jin divorced.

The lawyer is Zhang Qiran.

Wen Jia watched her sister's retreating figure, and felt genuinely happy for her.

It's wonderful that everyone around me has found their own happiness.

She put on her straw hat, picked up her scissors, and went out to cut some sunflowers in the front yard to put in a vase.

Sunflowers were her favorite flower. She found that the path in front of the door, as well as the front and back yards, were filled with sunflowers. The orange-yellow sunflowers formed a vibrant sea of ​​orange flowers.

A gust of wind blew in, and the wind chimes hanging on the white fence rang.

Welcome!

She stood in a sea of ​​flowers, holding a bunch of sunflowers and looking up.

The gate was pushed open, and a man walked in against the light.

A white t-shirt and black shorts revealed his pale, slender forearms and long, shapely legs. His neat short hair was slightly ruffled by the sea breeze, and his black sunglasses were worn backwards behind his ears. He looked as clean as an innocent young man, yet as alluring as a male demon who had just emerged from the snow-capped mountains.

A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and sunlight shone on his face.

Wen Jia stood there, stunned.

The man stared at her blankly for a long time before finally speaking.

"Hello, I saw you picking flowers outside just now. May I ask if we... know each other?"

……

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