Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 112 Snowfall Kiss (3)

Warm air flowed in the carriage, and sunlight shone through the window screens, making the girl's face soft and bright.

Uncle Cai was just about to say that the young master had just been ill and needed a doctor... Before he could open his mouth, He Lianzhou said in a calm voice: "Send her there."

Zhu Xia has a strong sense of self-awareness and her private space will not be violated. If you push her into a corner, the result will be more trouble than gain.

The sunlight shines on Munich's ancient buildings, the Gothic New Town Hall, the ancient Roman King's Square, the noble and elegant palace area...Marienplatz is crowded with people, and the people in colorful clothes add a special warmth to the heavy snow.

Her pupils reflected warm tones, and Zhu Xia's heart unconsciously felt a little warm.

She stared at the city scenery, remembering that the last time she came here she was with He Lianzhou.

Zhu Xia shifted her gaze and glanced at the man who was lazily leaning against the back of the chair with his long legs folded.

He had his eyes closed, his jawline was smooth, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his calm expression was somewhat cold.

The man was strong and recovered quickly from his illness, and there was no sign that he had just had a high fever.

The villas in Munich have a very high vegetation coverage rate, as if they are hidden in the forest. The environment is quiet and the architectural shape of the house is like a cozy cottage in a Western fairy tale.

Zhu Xia rested her head on the car door and took a short nap on the road. When the car stopped, she woke up drowsily and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

I glanced out the window and saw that it was the bodyguard confirming the information.

Pean's home has strict security. In addition to a strict electronic anti-theft system, there are armed bodyguards on both sides of the villa who work in shifts around the clock.

The bodyguard raised his hand and pressed the headset to confirm that he could pass, and Uncle Cai drove the Maybach inside.

Perhaps it was due to the protagonist's order, the journey continued smoothly without any hindrance and without any further stops.

The Maybach was parked. Zhu Xia pushed open the door and the cold air hit her in the face, instantly waking her up from the cold.

As soon as she rubbed her nose, an ink-black coat was draped over her.

The man's clothes were loose, and even though she was wearing a down jacket, they could still completely cover her.

"Wear it." His cold voice carried a hint of indifference.

"No need." Zhu Xia pulled it off and threw it to He Lianzhou.

She had just taken two steps when a big hand grabbed her arm and brought her back. She was about to quarrel with him, but her nose started to itch and she couldn't help sneezing.

"Ah sneeze!"

Zhu Xia was still in a daze when He Lianzhou suddenly held her face with his warm and broad hands and kissed her on the lips.

The wind was cool and snow was falling, but his kiss was hot. Zhu Xia was stunned by the sudden kiss.

When Ursula came out to greet her, she stopped for a few seconds. He Lianzhou wrapped his coat around Zhu Xia in a swift motion, looked at Ursula, nodded politely, and said in fluent German:

"Sorry. I'm late."

Ursula is Pean's granddaughter, nearly fifty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a heavy and condensed temperament. She looked at them with a kind smile,

"You came very quickly. You two have been married for many years but are still as sweet as a newlywed couple. You are truly stunning."

Zhu Xia didn't know German. Seeing Ursula staring at him with a smile, he whispered to He Lianzhou, "What did she say?"

"He said you were beautiful." He Lianzhou said without changing his expression.

Zhu Xia smiled and thanked Ursula: "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Grandfather has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me." Ursula invited them upstairs.

The interior of the villa is a special paradise, with a natural swimming pool, rose garden, large lawn and a row of bamboo forests and other facilities.

Pean is 103 years old this year and is a rare world-class oil painting master still alive. His oil paintings are characterized by divinity and realism, and are very popular in auctions and museums.

In the attic, the resident doctor had just finished checking Pean's various indicators. When he saw Ursula coming over, he shook his head helplessly at her.

"My grandfather became famous at a young age, and one of his paintings sold for a sky-high price. From then on, he painted an oil painting every three to five years and became world-renowned. But in his old age, his inspiration disappeared, and he did not paint for nearly ten years. Until one day, he saw a girl and spent half a year painting the last painting of his life."

Ursula walked to the bedside, picked up a crumpled photo that Pean was holding in his hand, flattened it, and handed it to Zhu Xia.

“Before an artist dies, he wants to see his muse.”

Zhu Xia took it, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and she saw the photo clearly. In the photo, she was standing on a yacht in London Harbor one year, with her hands on the railing, looking at the sunset, and Bella lazily lying at her feet.

They are the only ones who don't hold a banquet on a billion-dollar super yacht, but instead go fishing, barbecue and drink.

Unexpectedly, Pean would take this photo.

Ursula patted Pean's hand gently, her eyes moistened and her voice choked with sobs: "Grandfather, the person you want to see is here."

Pean has been relying on medical machines and drugs for these years. It is a miracle that he is still alive today. This was the only wish the old man had before he died. As his children, we will definitely do everything we can to ensure his survival.

Zhu Xia looked back at He Lianzhou, who saw the worry in her heart.

She had spent less than a month with Pean. When she heard that the old artist was critically ill and wanted to see her, she was first surprised, and then regretful.

She had become the old artist's muse without realizing it, and she had mixed feelings.

"I'm here, don't worry." He Lianzhou smoothed her messy hair and said in a low voice.

The yellowish light made the man's figure stand tall and straight, like a towering and motionless tree.

Zhu Xia nodded and said "hmm".

She walked forward slowly, and the old artist on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, and saw her old eyes light up slightly.

He raised his hand which was pierced by needles. His chapped lips were trembling as well. He seemed to want to say something but was unable to do so.

Ursula kept saying in Pean's ear, Grandpa, the person you want to meet is here, do you have anything to say to her?

Zhu Xia could only faintly hear “thank you, thank you” from the old artist’s mouth... words of thanks. She didn’t know if it was because he was thinking of his relatives. She could be indifferent to most people, but when faced with the old artist’s thoughts before his death, and the true feelings he wanted to say but couldn’t, she couldn’t help but remain unmoved.

Zhu Xia's eyes felt sore and she suddenly clenched her hands. The next moment, a warmer palm wrapped around her hand.

She reached out and pushed his hand away, then reached out and held the old artist's wrinkled hand, whispered a few words, "You're welcome," and thanked him.

Pean's cracked lips slowly forced into a smile, as if his wish had come true. The will that supported him to live was gone, and his hands fell down weakly.

The old artist closed his eyes.

“Grandfather!” said Úrsula.

Zhu Xia's pupils shrank.

She thought she had long been accustomed to the passing of life, but she still couldn't help feeling a little sad.

The girl lowered her head and stared blankly at the photo. Her back instantly bent. The man stretched out his long arms and embraced her in his arms.

"Cried?"