New York is sunny and the capital is covered with dark clouds.

The capital in the middle of winter always exudes a dry and cold atmosphere, especially in such a gloomy weather, which makes it colder.

When the north wind blew, the branches swung "swish" and made sounds.

The sky is gloomy and presses on the city, as if it will rain at any time.

Qiao House.

Qiao Sinian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and lit a cigarette, and his deep eyes looked at the heavy sky outside the window.

The clouds are covered with dark clouds, and the day is like night.

I'm afraid it won't take long to rain.

In winter, the capital is most afraid of rain. When it rains, dryness and coldness will turn into wet and coldness, making people very uncomfortable.

In particular, it will cause old wounds.

Qiao Sinian has had a bad sleep recently and has smoked even harder.

As soon as the temperature drops, he will cough violently at night.

I don’t know who said that smoking will lead to short life.

Even if he is like this now, he is afraid he will not be able to live long.

Qiao Sinnian narrowed her eyes and looked at the sky outside the window with a deep look.

The black clouds were pressing down, and the heavy rain was delayed. The howling north wind outside made the whole house look particularly desolate.

The once lively Qiao House, now only one butler Sun is left.

The huge house is completely empty.

He fixed his eyes at the sycamore tree in the yard. The tree grew taller and taller, but there was no one under the tree.

When the sycamore tree was only half tall, a little monkey-like girl liked to climb trees.

Once, she couldn't climb halfway and didn't dare to get down, so she was so scared that she cried.

That time, he scolded her hard and taught her a lesson.

That thing is really too dangerous.

But the little girl doesn't have a memory.

One night she wanted to go out for barbecue with her classmates, but she opened the window and climbed down the sycamore tree.

He is old and his legs are very nimble, so he climbed down the sycamore tree with a "slip".

Just as she was proud and clapped her hands to leave, he stood in front of her again.

He had noticed that she was climbing a tree, but he didn't expect that she was so brave.

That time, another lesson was inevitable.

In addition, she wanted to go out for barbecue at night, which was beyond his approval, and he could be said to have scolded her so hard that she was crying.

Her thrust crying sound seemed to be echoing in her ears.

And her accusation—

"You're the bastard!"

"You just can't stand me!"

"You are in menopause and have such a big temper!"

"I have never seen someone you hate so much, I just know how to scold me!"

Of course, she didn't dare to accuse him in person, she only dared to complain behind his back.

It was just that she sent these complaints to him on purpose, and he would definitely hear them.

Qiao Sinian looked at the sycamore tree in the courtyard, and his mind was a little ethereal and tranced.

Every grass and tree in Qiao's house carries memories.

Twelve years are enough to make every place here carved with footprints and indelible.

Qiao Sinian looked out the window, and his heart was filled with complex and complicated emotions.

After smoking a cigarette, he lit another one, and the smoke rose up, covering his clearly contoured face.

In his eyes was a blue fatigue, and the fatigue filled his eyes.

His tall figure stood in front of the window, slender and independent.

The strong wind outside blew the leaves on the ground, rolling up one by one, rubbing the ground, making a "rustling" sound, one by one, very harsh.

The empty Qiao Zui has no popularity or vitality.

The Qiao House is no longer the Qiao House that used to be.

Only boundless quietness remains.
Chapter completed!