This is a small dark red building with a two-story structure. There is a courtyard in front of the building, and various flowers and plants are planted in the courtyard. Not precious, but growing vigorously.
There is a hollowed-out reservoir near the eaves of the corridor. What is kept in the pond is not goldfish or turtles, but two ugly-looking crocodiles. They lay on the rocks in the pool to bask in the sun, motionless like two stone animal sculptures.
Facing the flower garden is a large floor-to-ceiling window. Inside the window is an extremely spacious room. The log-colored floor is smooth and shiny, exuding a natural fragrance. The room was empty, without any decoration, except for a set of exquisite audio equipment in the corner. A strange-sounding Sanskrit sound was playing from the speakers, and a young woman wearing white linen clothes was making various beautiful yet bizarre movements to the music.
Her hands were balanced on the ground, and her feet were slowly raised. Her white and tender feet without shoes and socks stood high in the air, and then became a straight line with her hands.
After a two-minute pause, the feet continued to stretch forward, and the body rotated 360 degrees to create a beautiful arc, once again standing straight on the floor with both feet on the ground.
The music suddenly stopped, and the woman in linen walked to the corner and took a clean white towel to wipe the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
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There was a sharp doorbell sound in the house.
She frowned, walked over in slippers and opened the courtyard door.
A middle-aged man wearing white casual trousers, a plaid striped stand-up collared shirt, and a football hat on his head stood at the door. The man was in his thirties, with a handsome and gentle face, deep and lively eyes, and a specially tanned The bronzed skin made him full of the charm of a mature man.
"Quiet words, I guess you have finished your homework. I rushed over right away. I shouldn't have disturbed you, right?" the man said with a smile.
"Mr. Chen, what's the matter?" Dong Boti stood on the eaves and looked at the man and asked.
"Wiaoyu, we are already friends. Isn't it too weird to always call me Mr. Chen? Call me Chen Shu, or just call me by my English name - didn't I just call you Wiaoyu?" The man responded to the question of address. He took it very seriously and corrected him.
Of course, he knows the truth of giving up when things get better, and will not force Dong Boti to change for him now.
He pointed to a military green jeep parked at the door and said, "Please go play flower balls."
Flower balls refer to fancy balls. Another name is animal ball.
It is based on the game rules of golf. The batter stands on the wall of Tiya and hits the ball to the animals that are attracted. Those who hit the animal's head score the most points, followed by those who hit the body. Each part has clear scoring standards, and winners will receive generous rewards.
This sport attracts wealthy people and allows those elites who are tired of playing golf to find a long-lost fresh excitement.
"Thank you for your kindness, but - I don't like playing ball." Dong Boti simply refused.
The man's disappointment is reflected on his face, but this expression does not make people disgusted, but makes people feel a little guilty about him. As if rejecting him would be a very unethical thing to do.
He quickly adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "That's right. It's really not interesting to play this all the time. What do you like to play? Can I drive you around the grassland?"
"I already have other arrangements for the afternoon." Dong Boti said.
"Really? Would it be an honor for me to know?"
"Drink coffee in the cafe." Dong Boti said.
"That's fine." The man said with a smile. "I know there is a very good coffee shop. Their coffee beans are first-class. Let's go over and try it?"
The man chased and fought fiercely, showing a posture that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
¡°Perhaps, at this point, if other women, no matter how they feel about him, will accept his invitation to drink coffee.
However, for the current Dong Boti, she really has no interest in perfunctory with herself and others.
"My arrangement is - I drink coffee alone in the cafe." Dong Boti said.
The man's eyes finally became angry. He stared at Dong Boti and shouted loudly: "Dong Miaoyu, what do you want? For you, I followed you from France to England, from England to Fentigang, and from San Francisco to San Francisco." Tigang followed him to Jerusalem, from Jerusalem to Palau, Egypt, and this barren prairie. Don¡¯t you understand what I mean?¡±
?"If you still don't understand, I can tell you loudly now that I like you and I want you to be my woman - Dong Miaoyu, do you understand? I want you to be my Chen Shu's woman."
Dong Boti looked at him calmly and said, "I understand what you mean, and don't pretend not to understand what I mean."
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"You go and do your work. There is no need to waste time coming to my place every day." Dong Boti said. After a pause, he said: "Just treat me as a dead person."
"You are still alive. You are still standing in front of me alive. How can I treat you as a dead person?"
"I'm really dead¡ª¡ª"
"Even if you die, I will make you come back to life."
"I'm sorry, I - I don't want to live." Dong Boti said in a deep voice.
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"I want you to live." A sudden voice sounded.
Chen Shu turned around and saw a young man also wearing a baseball cap standing behind him. What made him angry was that the guy was wearing a baseball cap of the same color and style as him. They accidentally 'hit the hat'.
"Who are you?" Chen Shu frowned and asked aloud.
"Tang Zhong." Tang Zhong walked out from behind Chen Shu and walked towards the yard step by step.
Qiu Yihan followed Tang Zhong and looked at Dong Boti not far away with a smile.
Dong Boti's face finally changed, and his eyes made contact with Tang Zhong's, touched, and then became entangled.
"You?" Chen Shu knew who Tang Zhong was. He is a Singaporean, but that doesn't mean he knows nothing about Tang Zhong, who is popular in Asia and even the whole world.
He felt a strong sense of crisis, but when he saw Qiu Yihan following Tang Zhong, he had some expectations in his heart.
How could anyone bring a charming little beauty to pick up girls?
But why do they have such weird looks in their eyes?
"This must be Miss Qiu Yihan, right?" Chen Shu took the initiative to reach out to Qiu Yihan and said with a smile: "Miss Qiu, my father is Chen Desheng. My father met your father in Singapore more than ten years ago. The elders also collaborated on a solar energy project. But the project did not succeed, which is really a pity.¡±
"Say hello to Uncle Chen for me." Qiu Yihan responded generously and gracefully.
"It will definitely happen." Chen Shu said with a smile. "Say hello to Uncle Qiu on my behalf. If Uncle Qiu and Aunt Qiu have time, they must go to Singapore for a walk, so that my father and I can have the opportunity to show our loyalty as landlords."
"I will definitely do it." Qiu Yihan nodded in agreement.
Chen Shu did not let Qiu Yihan go. He looked at Tang Zhong and said, "I have heard about the relationship between Miss Qiu and Mr. Tang for a long time. I remember that there was a time when the media all over the world reported it - the media in Singapore also reported it every day. Report. There has been no news in the past few years. The two of you have been - married? "
"Not yet." Qiu Yihan shook his head.
"Oh, is this a pre-marriage trip?" Chen Shu was guiding and controlling the rhythm of the conversation like an elder. "You guys are friends with Punchline?"
Qiu Yihan smiled and said, "We are good friends."
"It's really our destiny to come thousands of miles to meet each other." Chen Shu said. "I didn't expect to be able to meet you here. You must let me be your host today and give me a chance to show your friendship to the landlord."
Qiu Yihan pointed at Tang Zhong and Dong Boti and whispered, "Let them make the decision."
The moment Tang Zhong appeared, Dong Boti felt as if his heart was hit hard by a heavy object.
She couldn¡¯t tell whether it was surprise or pain, but her soul, which was like stagnant water, had such a big fluctuation.
It turns out she is really not dead.
She quickly calmed down and said softly: "Why are you here?"
"Coming to find you." Tang Zhong said directly.
"What do you want from me?"
"please help me."
Silence.
After a long time, Dong Boti asked: "What can I do for you?"
"Help me heal."
"I'm not a doctor."
"To me, you are."
Dong Boti shook his head and said, "I'm not a doctor. I'm a patient. I can't cure other people's diseases, nor can I cure my own."
"You can cure my disease."
Dong Boti smiled and said, "Tang Zhong, you have changed a lot."
"That's what everyone says."
"I don't want you to change. You were so good before. Everyone liked you so much. I also like you very much."
"I don't want to change either." Tang Zhong said. "But after you left, people changed."
There was another long silence.
"You shouldn't have come here." Dong Boti said. "I have traveled all over the world. I want to find a comfortable place to retire. Live slowly and wait to die slowly. I finally found it. I just found it. Why are you here?"
"I don't want you to die." Tang Zhong looked directly into Dong Boti's eyes, as if they were a vortex that was difficult to escape from. "I don't want to die either."
"You are still so selfish."
"Maybe this is the only thing that hasn't changed."
"This cannot be changed. If it changes, he will no longer be Tang Zhong." Dong Boti said. She looked at Chen Shu and said, "Mr. Chen, I have friends here. I want to entertain them well."
"This is what it should be." Chen Shu said with a smile. "I know a very good restaurant. I hope I can have such an honor."
"I'm sorry." Dong Boti said.
Sorry, it means you don¡¯t have this honor.
Chen Shu¡¯s expression changed and he said with a smile, ¡°We¡¯ll see you later.¡±