Chapter 382

For his arrival, Wen Shi was not too surprised.

All human actions and speeches have purpose, which is the first knowledge she has learned in the past three years.

Wen Shishi takes two steps forward and sits down on a special bench for tourists. Leslie has already followed her. Although he has made no secret of his interest in her, he still keeps a certain distance and does not make her feel embarrassed and uneasy.

"The Colosseum of ancient Rome used to be full of killing, blood and violence. Perhaps none of the people who watched the performances here would have thought that it would become a tourist attraction thousands of years later, with benches installed for rest and a ticket office nearby."

His voice is hoarse, but once he is used to it, he will not feel too abrupt.

At this age, no one is a blank sheet of paper. The past can not be explored by any stranger, and Wen Shishi is not interested in other people's privacy.

"Thousands of years, the vicissitudes, who can say clearly?" Wen Shishi looked into the distance with a long sight: "time is the most powerful sharp knife in the world. It can turn the original appearance into nothingness and re carve the image it wants."

Leslie leaned back slightly, clasped his hands on the back of the bench, leaning slightly towards her. "Yes, time is really terrible. It can always change everything imperceptibly and imperceptibly."

Wen Shishi asked him, "will you forget your ex-wife?"

"It's a dead wife," Leslie corrected. "She and I have never thought of divorce. Although she may not be alive now, we have a very good relationship until the last moment. We have no intention of divorce, so we are not ex-wife."

Wen Shishi dropped her eyes: "sorry."

"It's OK," Leslie forgave her. "My wife is a very kind and considerate person. She won't be angry because of a title. Miss Miranda, you know, my wife likes architecture very much, but the first half of her life is too rough to go to serious school

The smile on Wen Shishi's face was faint: "it sounds like a story of Cinderella meeting the prince."

"No, it's the story of beauty and the beast." Leslie said: "if I didn't have her in my life, I would be an emotionless beast all my life. I would bite, fight and fight for my life. I could die for my life goal, but I want to live for her."

His bedding is too long.

Wen Shishi gradually lost patience: "but it's her who died. You are still alive, aren't you?"

"Yes," Leslie nodded. "But I don't know why, I always feel that my wife has not died. She is still somewhere in the world, waiting for me to find her and take her home."

Wen Shishi burst out laughing: "Mr. Leslie thinks that I Like your dead wife? "

She had already poked through the window paper, and Leslie no longer concealed: "yes, Miss Miranda, you are really like her. You live in room 2307, the place where we met, the garden of Eden in my life; you are the winner of the Pritzker Prize for architecture, my wife's mother is an outstanding architect, she inherited her mother, if she received the orthodox education, the future will be limitless; and the old gentleman who came to Rome with you, coincidentally, is My wife's real uncle. "

Bang!

The bag that Wen Shishi originally carried in his hand fell to the ground, instantly covered with dust.

Mr. Leslie bent down, picked up the bag himself, wiped the dust off it with his hand, and put it back in her hand: "Miss Miranda, I may be presumptuous to say these words, but can you answer my questions?"

Wen Shishi's hand trembled slightly.

She held on to the strap of her bag like a drowning man holding on to the last log.

"Mr. Leslie, this is not the scene of the Pritzker Architecture Awards. I don't think it's my duty to answer your questions."

"You're right," Mr. Leslie said slightly. "So you don't deny it."

Wen Shishi frowns slightly. She knows in her heart that she can't make a mess of herself at this time. She should be calm, plain and calm

Breathe out slowly.

She raised her eyes and looked him in the eye with a smile: "that's because I haven't had time to deny it. Mr. Leslie, I'm sorry to make you misunderstand. I can understand your missing for your dead wife, but I think you are just a simple emotional transfer. I may be really similar to your dead wife, but I'm not her. My parents are still alive, they are living well in England, my mother is not an architect, she is a piano teacher, teach children to play the piano, know nothing about architecture. I live in room 2307, just because I don't like the sun very much. "

Leslie listened in silence, his face unchanged, but he could see that his heart was very tangled.Wen Shishi sneered in her heart. God really made such a big joke on her.

Leslie, 2307, congee and tour group seem to have calculated every joint and deliberately sent him to their own face.

It's a pity that she and Mr. sniper really answered that sentence.

She changed her face, and he was no longer what he used to be.

If you don't know each other, maybe it's a good thing to miss.

Leslie seemed to be digesting the information. It took a long time for him to ask: "can you ask me why? Why don't you like the sun? "

Wen Shishi chuckles: "girls are afraid of tanning, so am I

"Is that really all?"

"Yes, that's all."

Leslie didn't seem to give up: "what about sun Kejian? He said to himself, "you are her niece."

"It's just far away," said Wen Shishi. "Oh, by the way, if I say so, I do have some relationship with your dead wife. Her biological uncle is my distant cousin. Maybe we are related by blood, so we may look similar."

Mr. Leslie finally stopped talking.

Wen Shishi didn't want to continue "reply" here. She stood up and said in a soft voice, "the words have already been said. Let's go our own way. Mr. Leslie must have many things to do. I won't disturb you. Goodbye."

Step away.

Sun Kejian was in front of a plaque not far away. He didn't seem to understand the words on it. He was making a guess with several elders.

Seeing her walk in, he waved: "Miranda! Come on, look at this sign for us. What does it say? "