The subscription ratio is insufficient, this is an anti-theft sign, or the system is delayed. Lu Mingyuan turned his back to the church and sketched in the corner of the park. It was still a bit cold in London in April. He was wearing a dark coat with the collar half open, and his shadow was

Falling on the mottled stone wall.

He paints very well, with skillful techniques and professional techniques.

How to describe him?

——Both handsome and talented.

These are the seven words that Su Qiao first thought of.

He himself is more like a work of art than the sketches in his hands.

Su Qiao watched for a while, then put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and passed Lu Mingyuan casually. In this park on the outskirts of London, they were both strangers traveling alone, but striking up a conversation had to be done carefully.

A talent.

Su Qiao has no talent. She excels because she comes naturally.

She saw that the sky was getting darker and darker, moss was covering the stone walls, and the ancient Georgian-style buildings blended into the night, creating a sense of loneliness. She took a deep breath, smiled and asked, "Huh?"

How long have you been standing here alone?"

She heard a "pop" sound, which was the sound of the easel closing.

Su Qiao raised her head and smiled even deeper.

The cool breeze blew past her ears, creating a silent boundary. She stood there dutifully, raised her finger and pointed at the sky: "The sun is going down, have you finished painting?"

Have you finished the painting? Of course not.

Lu Mingyuan felt that she knew what she was asking.

While packing up the easel, he said perfunctorily: "This is a semi-finished product." He held the brush backwards, poked the white paper, and asked: "Can't you see it?"

With the soft light of a street lamp a few meters away, he turned around and looked at Su Qiao's face.

Su Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly.

She was finally able to look him in the eye.

The lights seemed to be swaying in the wind, playing a grand evening prayer.

"I know you are painting distant views." Talking about art is not Su Qiao's forte. She avoided the topic and introduced herself to him, "Mr. Lu, let's make this short. I'm from Jincheng Law Firm. You should have guessed who I am.

Yes. Your father entrusted us..."

As if to prove his words, Su Qiao took out a stack of documents from his bag.

The official seal, signature, and contract terms are all complete. Even if Lu Mingyuan studied it carefully, he couldn't find any flaws.

Su Qiao didn't expect that Lu Mingyuan picked up the easel without even looking at her things.

He picked up a satchel with one hand and fumbled inside it for a while. Su Qiao thought that Lu Mingyuan was looking for some token. After all, the matter was so important that the chance of him remaining indifferent was zero.

However, Lu Mingyuan once again exceeded her expectations.

He found a bottle of canned drink and opened the can in front of her. The sweet juice overflowed, and Lu Mingyuan wiped it with his hands. He just drank a few sips without any intention of speaking.

No wonder, Su Qiao thought.

Lu Mingyuan's father worked at the top of the company. As the chairman's only assistant, he had been deeply trusted for decades. Since he divorced his wife in his early years, he had no time to take care of his son, so he took his son in custody abroad.

From childhood to adulthood, Lu Mingyuan went to boarding school.

Su Qiao knew not only Lu Mingyuan's experience, but also his current residence, source of income, and daily social circle.

She continued: "Mr. Lu, if you have any questions, how about taking a look at the contract first? Lawyer Chen He from Jincheng Firm is my teacher and your father's personal lawyer. He has been feeling unwell recently and had a surgery.

Surgery, so let me go abroad to find you."

"Didn't you agree to meet me on the 17th?" Lu Mingyuan looked sideways and suddenly replied, "Why is it two days earlier? Did I remember the wrong date?"

He shook the drink can, carried the satchel, and walked forward as if no one was around.

Passing through the green park, we approached the church in the night. Not far away was a graveyard. The cross stood upright in the moonlight, its shadow falling in vain, deep and deserted.

Su Qiao did not follow Lu Mingyuan closely.

Although she spent a lot of effort to find him.

She stood in front of a tombstone and examined the words carved on it. The capital letters were eroded by wind and frost, and only a few words could be made out.

There is a lush grassland at the foot. Under the grassland, a coffin may be buried. Holiness, death and new life are inseparable. Just as the church is a place for weddings, it is also a place to bury the dead.

Both memories and reality made Su Qiao calmer.

She held her bag with both hands and asked, "Mr. Lu, we can't contact your father right now. The situation is so urgent. Is there any other way besides leaving in advance?"

there is none left.

At least Lu Mingyuan couldn't answer.

He drank up the bottle of drink, held the empty can, and leaned against an iron fence. The rose branches stretched over the low wall and fell in front of him to compete for their beauty.

At night, the moonlight shines brightly, giving people unlimited reverie.

Love and beauty are both original sins that induce evil thoughts.

Su Qiao looked away and no longer stared at Lu Mingyuan. She knew that Lu Mingyuan must know the whereabouts of his father, but she could not figure out his temper.

About a few seconds later, Su Qiao heard Lu Mingyuan ask: "You knew I was in the park, who told you?"

"Of course it's Lin Hao," Su Qiao explained patiently, "You usually don't use your mobile phone, and your email responses are very slow... We can only ask Lin Hao."

The Lin Hao Su Qiao mentioned was Lu Mingyuan's college classmate and his current neighbor.

Lu Mingyuan nodded and agreed with Su Qiao's statement. He opened the back door of the yard and walked out to the street with her. The two of them waited silently at the bus stop until the double-decker bus arrived late.

Su Qiao waved: "I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

He actually said goodbye like this?

Su Qiao felt incredible.

But then, she found another reason for him - an artist is calm and unconventional, and is naturally completely different from a fussy layman like her.

She quickly followed Lu Mingyuan and stepped into the bus.

"Lu Mingyuan, can I go home with you?" Su Qiao said straight to the point, "I can only return home if I complete the tasks in the contract."

The scenery outside the window changes rapidly, and blurry human figures are reflected in the glass. Since the current time is nine o'clock in the evening, most shops have already closed, and only bars and restaurants are still standing.

Su Qiao has always been a heavy drinker, but she couldn't get out of the car. She had to follow Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan's attitude was unclear. He didn't say he agreed or disagreed.

Half an hour later, the double-decker bus arrived at the stop, and the dim street lights illuminated the long street. The stars faded into the night, and there were no pedestrians in the streets. Only a drunk man who had drunk too much walked towards Su Qiao and Lu Mingyuan.

He spoke incoherently, gibbered, cursed, and even kicked a wine bottle under his feet. Because he was unshaven and tall, he looked like a brown bear rolling a ball in a circus.

Soon, the bottle rolled to Lu Mingyuan's side and was kicked back by him. In addition, Su Qiao also heard Lu Mingyuan curse an even more dirty word in English.

She turned to look at him, and Lu Mingyuan said frankly: "The public security near my home is not good."

He and Su Qiao walked side by side on the bumpy stone road of unknown age. In a normal tone, he said scary words: "It's too late for you to regret it now. What did my dad do in the company? What's your business?"

Did the old lawyer at the firm tell you? They didn’t want to cause trouble, so they appointed you..."

At this point, Lu Mingyuan stopped.

He asked: "What's your name?"

The drunkard had already gone away, and there were only two of them on the whole long street.

The alleys were criss-crossed, like a maze of stacked houses. Su Qiao stood next to Lu Mingyuan and showed her passport. Water droplets rubbed against her fingertips, and she thought there was a leak somewhere.

When I looked up, I realized it was raining.

Rain in London usually comes without warning. The lights are as dense as mist in the rain. Lu Mingyuan was familiar with the road and held up a black umbrella, covering half of Su Qiao's head. He still kept a distance from her.

Su Qiao joked: "You have a lot of things in your bag, including umbrellas, paintbrushes, drink bottles..."
Chapter completed!