Without saying another word to Du Anran, he walked out of the office, leaving Du Anran alone.
When the whole world felt that she and Xin Zimo were not suitable for each other, only Xin Zimo was still doting on her. She had mistakenly taken advantage of his pity and made an unforgivable mistake. She needed to pay the price for this mistake.
Yesterday, Han Yuan's "long, long, long" was clearly still ringing in her ears. How did it suddenly become like this... ...
She ran out of Sun Ping's office. She did not walk to the 36th floor. She cried.
She was too weak and useless. When she was sad and powerless, she only knew how to cry. But if she could not even cry, what else could she do... ...
She ran to the old garden of the Republic of China far away from the XIN building in one breath. There were very few people there, and no one would see her cry. She could do whatever she wanted.
She squatted in the abandoned pavilion in the garden and cried for an entire afternoon. She was tired from crying, and she also understood a lot of things.
The Old Blue Glass of the pavilion reflected the flowers and trees outside the window. This kind of glass was a foreign thing that was introduced in the past, like a kaleidoscope. Through it, the flowers and trees outside would become strange, and even reverse their positions, putting the cart before the horse.
When du Anran stood up after crying tiredly, she saw a strange world through the glass.
Her heart slowly calmed down like the river, no longer rippling.
The winter wind blew the bells on the eaves of the pavilion, making a crisp and melodious sound. The sound gradually drifted away with the wind.
It was quiet listening to Zen, and it was relaxing.
The old garden was very quiet, almost isolated from the noisy city. Only the chirping of birds, the chirping of birds, and the sound of carp jumping out of the water in the pool could be heard.
Du Anran pushed open the window of the pavilion, and a gust of cold wind blew into her collar.
The wind carried a bit of Zen, and it instantly soothed her uncomfortable, confused, and inferiority complex.
This was an abandoned garden. The Golden Plate Garden Project that her father had asked her to do was also a garden project.
Her father's real intention was to let the fast-paced people in the modern city have a spiritual habitat. It should be compatible with classical introspection and modern publicity to create a distinctive garden style.
Du Anran suddenly understood her father's intention. For so long, she had not figured out why such a good piece of land did not need to be a commercial building. That way, the effect would be quick and the profits would be high.
But it was not until this moment, when she herself was trapped in a besieged city, that she understood that her father had put in a lot of effort.
Her father was an entrepreneur who worked hard, and he was a person with a conscience.
She had felt that she had a great father since she was young, and that was still the case now. In this life, the two men she loved the most were both outstanding.
The pavilion faced a small river, and an unknown bird skimmed over the pond water, causing a little splash.
At this moment, she also understood the meaning of Han Yuan's love of walking. One of them had to be on the road, physically and mentally.
She stayed in the abandoned pavilion for an afternoon. When the wind blew on her face, bringing with it the smell of the setting sun, she ran out of the garden.
The sunset fell on her body, dyeing her hair orange.
As soon as she reached the roadside, she waved her hand and took a taxi back to the DU residence. Yes, since it was her father's last wish, why should she just stand by and watch? Why should she leave the heavy burden to Xin Zimo alone.
She had hands, feet, and ability. She had also drafted all kinds of documents and plans. Why should she leave all the projects in the Golden Plate Garden to Xin Zimo alone.
She would definitely be able to write a draft. She wanted to make this project bear her own unique brand and unique structure.
Thinking of this, she buried herself in her father's study that night. There were a lot of books in her father's study, enough for her to use. If that didn't work, she could still go to the library and search for all kinds of information online.
She always remembered the core of this project, the classical static and modern dynamic.
When she was searching for information in her father's study, she accidentally found a proposal written by her father about this project. It turned out that her father had planned all kinds of plans, but he had given up on them. He felt that it was not good.
Leaving the world with regret, Du Anran saw all this and felt the burden on her shoulders become heavier.
She could also write a perfect plan. She definitely could!
When Xin Zimo drove to the DU residence, he saw that the lights in Du Anran's room were on, but at the same time, he also noticed that the lights in Du Yuanheng's study were also on.
He quietly watched for a while and probably did not feel that something was wrong, so he called Du Anran and asked her to open the door.
He had not seen her for a day, and he did not know where she had gone.
"I'm downstairs at your house, come down and open the door. "
"I... I'm ready to sleep, you can go back! " Du Anran stammered ...
"You slept so early? What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? " Xin Zimo was puzzled.
"Well... I'm a little uncomfortable, probably because I have a cold, you can go back! " Du Anran continued to lie. In fact, after today's incident, she had not thought about how to face Xin Zimo ...
"No, come down and open the door, I'll go up to see you. " There was an irresistible tone in Xin zimo's tone.
However, Du Anran was determined not to see him today. She simply turned off the light. "It'll be cold down there. The cold will be serious. "
Xin Zimo had no choice but to relax. "then go to bed early and remember to take your medicine. I'll make a copy of the key to the DU residence tomorrow. "
"Ah? " Du Anran was a little surprised when she heard that he was going to make a copy of the key.
"otherwise, wouldn't I not be able to see you the whole night if I encounter such a situation? " There was helplessness in Xin Zimo's tone, but there was also gentleness and doting.
"It's okay, I'll be fine after a nap. " Du anran forced a smile.
Hearing that her voice was a little choked up, she frowned. "Your Voice isn't right, what's wrong? "
Only then did du Anran realize that the corners of her eyes were wet. She had no choice but to continue lying. "It's all because of the cold. Anyway, I just took the medicine, I'm so sleepy... "
Hearing her words, Xin Zimo did not suspect anything. He just smiled. "Sweet Dreams, see you tomorrow. "
"Okay, see you tomorrow. " Du Anran put down her phone and lay weakly on the bed.
She closed her eyes. It was clearly dark, but images kept appearing in front of her eyes. Her ears were also filled with the words Sun Ping had said today. The buzzing sound was like a dense net, binding her until she could not breathe.
She forced herself not to think about these things. As long as it was not the end, she would still be able to stay by Xin Zimo's side, right There would still be a chance, right?
She would seriously think about the Golden Plate Garden Project, she would seek advice from experts, and she would give him a perfect proposal.
There was also the problem with Uncle Jin. She would also do her best to solve it.
This project was not his alone, and she was also responsible. Sun Ping was right, this was her mess. But she would prove to everyone that this was not a mess, this was a treasure, a priceless treasure that she cherished.
During those two days, she traveled to every corner of City A, especially the gardens of all sizes in City A. Classical, Western, and modern, she inspected and took photos one by one.
Along with some ideas left behind by her father, she avoided a lot of detours.
Finally, three days later, when she took a rough sketch to the last private small garden in city a to take photos and draw, she felt much more relaxed.
However, this was only the first step.
That day, the sky was drizzling. The rain was light, but the cold wind was bone-chilling. Du Anran carried her bag and umbrella. She buried herself in her scarf. She was almost frozen into a snowman.
Naturally, not many people would go out to play in this weather. Moreover, it was a working day. This small garden was still a private garden. There was not much to see.
However, Du Anran did not feel that. She felt that the garden in this kind of weather had a different flavor. The smoke bridge was painted with Willows, the wind curtain was green, and the precious curtain hung with small silver hooks.
When the flowers bloomed in spring, it would be even better.
At that time, if her Golden Plate Garden Project was completed, she could also walk hand in hand with Xin Zimo.
When she thought of this, she became more energetic and did not feel cold anymore. She quickened her pace and walked toward the last garden.
To Walk to this garden, she had to pass through a deep alley. Du Anran was a little afraid. Although it was daytime and there were people walking in the alley, for some reason, her heart was beating non-stop.
Just as the bell of the Church's Bell Tower rang in the distance, Du Anran suddenly stopped in her tracks.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning, which meant that today was the day that a stranger asked her to meet him, but she ignored it.
Thinking of this, Du Anran felt even more afraid. She calmed herself down and quickened her pace to walk into the garden.
As long as she walked into the garden, she would be fine. The garden had already been taken over by the state, and there were specialized caretakers there.
The rain in the sky was still falling, not very heavy. Sometimes, it drifted onto du Anran's face, and it was cold. This alley was very quiet. In order to maintain the classic style, the road under her feet was still made of bluestone. It did not suffer much man-made damage and renovation.
However, she continued to walk forward, and the few men following behind her also followed her.
Because it was daytime, there were still people walking in the alley, but most of them were old people.
When du Anran took a turn and reached the garden not far away, the few men winked and covered du Anran's eyes and mouth from behind like jackals. They immediately wrapped the black cloth around her.
"Oh... " before du Anran could react, the umbrella in her hand fell to the ground. It hit the brick surface with a "ding" sound.
She had learned taekwondo, after all. The next second, she turned her elbow and gave a side kick, hitting the man who had covered her eyes.
Yes, no matter how bad it was, she had to see who it was.
However, the moment she turned around, the man was already prepared. He threw a cloud of mist, and Du Anran's vision went black. She immediately fell to the ground.
"take her to the abandoned church. " The leader of the men was also afraid that someone would come over, so he immediately said to a man who rode an electric bicycle.
"Okay. " They carried Du Anran to the back of the car and did not forget to take her bag and umbrella, leaving no traces behind.
The rain did not stop, covering everything in an instant. No one walked on this road, so the men smoothly took du Anran to the direction of the abandoned church.