Chapter 10 — The Light Outside The Door

He lowered his eyes. Eyelashes cast a faint shadow. "Can you go see me off?" I was silent for a moment. “It's not necessary.” “Nhuoc Diem.” “Yes.” “I'm avoiding you.” I don't deny it. He raised his head to look at me. The morning light is very dim. But I saw that his eyes were very bright —— a bright, clear light revealed after all the emotions were tightly suppressed to the limit. “You can hide.” He said, "But there is one word, before you leave, you must listen to it all." The wind was very strong. My scarf blew off. He reached out his hand—— Hesitated for a moment—— Don't touch me. The hand retracted again. "The marriage two years ago, I really considered it a contract. I'm sorry." His voice is very steady. Every word was clear. "When you were there, I took everything for granted. Your breakfast, the light of your late-night drawing room, the parties you covered for me, the week you took care of grandma. I saw it all as... 'coordination within the scope of the contract'." "After you left I realized —— That wasn't coordination. That was you being nice to me. It was true goodness, the loss of which I couldn't bear." "It's not because of habit that I want to find you back. It's because I look back at all the details - I just realized when it started, I don't know. But I'm sure of one thing -" He looked at me. "Now, I just want to live with you." "It's not a temporary contract. It's me, Co Dien Chu, who wants to chase you." buzzing. I stood still. The suitcase handle left a red mark on my palm. I opened my mouth. Doesn't make a sound. He kept waiting. In the cold wind at 5 am. Wait for me. Just like what you wrote in the letter. I will wait. I closed my eyes. Then opened it. "Co Dien Chu." "There you are." "That painting of mine hasn't been finished yet." He was stunned. “…Which painting?” “In the drawing room in my apartment. The painting is not finished yet. The door is slightly open, there is light.”I looked at him. “I'll be back in three months.” He held his breath. “If you were still there——” I didn't finish my sentence. Because the corners of his eyes were red. A man about eight feet tall, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding half of the city's commercial map in his hand - standing under the hotel porch at this moment, eyes red, biting his lower lip. The corner of his lips couldn't help but curl up again. "I'm there." His voice was hoarse, "I will always be there." I turned around. Pull your suitcase and walk towards the waiting area. Walked more than ten steps. "Nhuoc Diem." I stopped. Don't turn around. "In three months, can you come pick up the plane?" I paused for a moment. “…It's up to you.” A very light laugh rang out from behind. Bring some trepidation. I didn't turn back. But the corners of his lips could not hide his smile. * 【Chapter 9】 Three months. Say long not long, say short not short. Work in Paris is very busy, the pace of the publishing house is very tense. During the day I run around galleries looking for inspiration, and at night I draw until 2 or 3 am. The time difference between domestic and foreign countries is 7 hours. Co Dien Chu started sending me messages. Not much. Every day one news. Fixed at 10pm Beijing time — which is also 3pm in Paris. "The temperature in Beijing has dropped today, is it cold around you?" "Grandma told me to bring back Parisian chocolate, don't forget." "Lin Tu was splashed with coffee by Khuong Nhiem for the second time, it seems she still hates you." "Today I saw a painting and suddenly remembered you." Attached is a photo. As an abstract painting in a shopping center glass cabinet, the color scheme is very bold. Not the work of any famous artist. But the color is indeed my favorite.