Because of his daughter's care, Lu Qichuan's heart seemed to be chopped down, and the bloody pain was rippling.

"Of course not." Lu Qichuan said, "Don't think so much, dad will go back in a few days."

"But is Dad sure he can figure it out clearly? Why has mom refused to forgive you for so many years?" Lu Sichen asked his heart-wrenching question.

Lu Qichuan could only remain silent.

But in order not to continue like this, he had to think clearly whether to continue or give up.

After finishing the call with his daughter, Lu Qichuan picked up his clothes and walked out.

When I went down to the second floor, Lu Qichuan saw a back that was turning over. Is the painter who came to sketch?

Lu Qichuan shook his head, went downstairs and told Uncle Afu to go out for a walk, and came back at about ten o'clock.

Because it was too late, Aunt Afu and the others would have to wait for a long time to close the door.

Not long after Lu Qichuan left, Tan Chenxiao took the album and said she wanted to go around to see the night view.

Aunt Afu looked at the person who went out and murmured to himself: "Mr. Lu and this painter lady are quite compatible."

Uncle Afu was settled the score now, and when he heard Aunt Afu's words, he said: "No, I think Xiao Sichen looks a bit like this painter lady."

"I don't know if this painter lady is married? Otherwise, I can match it up. It's not easy for Mr. Lu to take care of his daughter alone over the years." Aunt Afu sighed and said.

The moonlight is beautiful, and the environment on the mountain has a unique flavor at night. Tan Chenxiao found a place with an excellent view and then put down the album.

Lu Qichuan went up the mountain basically to empty himself, but everyone's words were always in his mind. Tan Chenxiao and Ye Yuwei had a good relationship, but they refused to forgive themselves. Why?

Perhaps this is the problem that has been stuck among them over the years.

But Ye Yuwei said, and Tan Chenxiao didn't say anything, and he couldn't even ask.

"Boom--"

Thundering.

Lu Qichuan looked up, looked down at the time, and hurried down the mountain.

When Lu Qichuan ran back to the B&B, the raindrops as big as beans had already come down, and he was soaked.

"Mr. Lu, are you back?" Aunt Afu said, Uncle Afu had already walked out with a big umbrella and was about to go out.

"What is Uncle Afu doing?"

"The painter lady has also gone out. She hasn't come back yet. It's so rainy, so what's wrong?" Aunt Afu said anxiously.

"The rain is too heavy, and the mountain road is not easy to walk on. I'll go find it. What's the name of that lady?" Lu Qichuan said, and had already taken the umbrella from Uncle Afu's hand.

"Tan, what's the name? That name sounds pretty good. I'll go and see it." Aunt Afu said, turning around and looking at the name.

"Tan Chenxiao." Lu Qichuan suddenly spoke.

"Yes, yes, that's the name, Tan Chenxiao." Aunt Afu said hurriedly, but as soon as Aunt Afu's words fell, Lu Qichuan had turned around and ran out.

It's really that woman, that woman really came here?

Lu Qichuan held an umbrella and looked for places with good vision. Most of the time she came here to draw.

"Tan Chenxiao, Tan Chenxiao——"

This name is really not easy to remember, just like he couldn't remember it back then.

"Tan Chenxiao."

There was no response except for the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!