The empty Jiangshan Garden has nothing.

Zhouzhou's children's room still looks clean and tidy. On the bedside are the storybooks and comics Zhouzhou loves to read, as well as watercolor pens, crayons and some strange paintings.

The room was so intact, as if Zhouzhou just went to school and would come back after school to sit on his little bed and read a storybook.

Yan Jia walked over and sat beside the bed.

There is also a faint milk fragrance on the head of the bed, which is the smell of Zhouzhou.

The children are smart, cute, good-looking, and very lovable.

"What time does Zhouzhou get out of school today?" Yan Jia asked the housekeeper standing at the door, his voice hoarse and his eyes shining.

The housekeeper was very embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Mr. Yan, today is Saturday."

"Oh, Saturday." Yan Jia said thoughtfully, "There are no classes on Saturday."

He opened the bedside drawer, which was Zhouzhou's treasure house. Children like to hide some of their favorite little things in it, including cards, toys, and...the paintings he and I drew together.

Yan Jia looked at each one, familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Last time Zhouzhou said that he liked the paintings I painted and wanted to see me paint more paintings for him in the future." Yan Jia raised the corners of his lips, "I haven't gone anywhere these two days to paint for him.

A few paintings, he will like them when he gets home..."

When the housekeeper heard Yan Jia's muttering to himself, his heart was as sharp as a knife.

In the past, Yan Jia was carefree and unrestrained, not caring about anything, as free and easy as a wild crane in the clouds, not caring about worldly affairs.

Yan Jia is smart, excellent, and almost perfect, but now he drags his seriously ill body and lowers his head to read the paintings drawn by children.

He is so focused and serious.

Yan Jia found a paintbrush and a piece of paper and sat down at the desk again.

The light outside the window shines through the bright and clean glass on the visible floor. The room is warm and full of spring.

The intertwined shadows of the trees fell on Yan Jia's white clothes, and his slightly curved back showed a bit of vicissitudes of life. The man's facial features were distinct, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his head was lowered, and stroke by stroke, a little more was quickly appeared on the white paper.

Black lines.

The housekeeper asked the servants to guard the door, and no one dared to say anything.

He went downstairs to receive the weekend reception in the tea room.

Weekend frowned, drank black tea, and looked at the sycamore tree outside the tea room.

"Dr. Zhou, heart disease is difficult to treat. Mr. Yan may not be able to return to his past in a while."

"Is that woman Lin Zhi missing?"

"Mr. Xu sent people to look for him in Lancheng, but he was nowhere to be found. He probably went abroad. Moreover, Mr. Yan didn't ask us to look for him, so we didn't dare to use too many resources."

"He is in a very bad condition, please keep an eye on him."

"I know." The housekeeper nodded, "But Doctor Zhou, what I am more afraid of is that that woman will never come back with Zhouzhou... She can do it. I have dealt with her, and she is a superficial person.

There are very few women who seem to be easy to get along with, but their hearts are harder than anyone else."

"She won't come back." Weekend said with certainty, "I hope Yan Jia can come out soon. In Lancheng, the most important thing he lacks is women."

I took a sip of tea on the weekend, with deep worry in my eyes.

Not long after, he received a call from the hospital on the weekend, so he had to rush to the hospital and leave all matters concerning Jiangshan Garden to the housekeeper.
Chapter completed!