The empty Jiangshan Garden has nothing.

The children's room in Zhouzhou is still clean and neat. The bedside is filled with story books and comics that Zhouzhou loves to read, as well as watercolor pens, crayons and some strange paintings.

The room was intact, just like Zhouzhou just went to school, and would come back after school and sit on his own small bed, chattering and reading story books.

Yan Jia walked over and sat by the bed.

There is also a faint milky fragrance at the head of the bed, which is the smell of Zhouzhou.

The child is smart and cute, beautiful and very likable.

"When is Zhouzhou going to school today?" Yan Jia asked the butler standing at the door, his voice hoarse and his eyes were shining.

The housekeeper was embarrassed and hesitated for a while before saying, "Mr. Yan, today is Saturday."

"Oh, Saturday." Yan Jia thought, "There will be no classes on Saturday."

He opened the drawer at the head of the bed, which was the treasure land of Zhouzhou. Children liked to hide some of their favorite things inside, including cards, toys, and... the paintings he drew with him at the beginning.

Yan Jia looked at each one, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Last time, Zhouzhou said that he liked the paintings I drew very much, and wanted to see me draw more paintings for him in the future." Yan Jia raised the corner of his lips, "I won't go anywhere in the past two days. I'll draw a few paintings for him. When he gets home, he will like..."

The butler heard Yan Jia's murmuring, his heart was like a knife.

In the past, Yan Jia was free and careless, and did not care about anything. He was as free and easy as a wild crane, without caring about the world.

Yan Jia is smart, excellent, and almost perfect, but now he is dragging his seriously ill body and lowering his head to look at the paintings drawn by the child.

He is so focused and serious.

Yan Jia really had to find the brush and white paper, and sat down next to the desk.

The light outside the window shines on the floor where the light can be seen through bright and clean glass. The room is gentle and the spring is strong.

The intertwined shadows fell on Yan Jia's white clothes. There was a little more vicissitudes in his slightly curved back. The man had clear facial features, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his head was lowered, and he stroked and quickly showed some black lines on the white paper.

The housekeeper asked the servant to guard the door, and no one dared to speak out.

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

On weekends, I frowned, drank black tea, and looked at the sycamore tree outside the tea room.

"Doctor Zhou, heart disease is hard to cure. Mr. Yan may not be able to go back to the past at this time."

"Did that woman Lin Zhi have a whereabouts?"

"Mr. Xu sent someone to search in Lancheng, but he had no whereabouts. Eighty percent of them were going abroad. Moreover, Mr. Yan did not ask us to search, and we did not dare to use too many resources."

"He is in a bad state, please keep a close eye."

"I know." The housekeeper nodded, "But Dr. Zhou, what I'm more afraid of is that the woman will never come back with Zhouzhou... She can do it. I have dealt with her. She is a woman who talks little on the surface and looks easy to get along with, but her heart is harder than anyone else."

"She won't come back." The tone of the weekend was very certain, "I hope Yan Jia can come out early. In Lancheng, what he lacks the most is women."

I took a sip of tea on the weekend, and my eyes were filled with deep concern.

Not long after, he received a call from the hospital on the weekend, so he had to rush to the hospital and hand over everything about Jiangshanyuan to the housekeeper.
Chapter completed!