Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

For ten years, I have been collecting information about you. As long as you are mentioned in the newspaper, whether it is an interview or a few lines of reports, I will carefully cut and save it. I subscribe to the periodicals of architectural art so as not to miss any news about you. As long as it is a building designed by you, no matter in any city, I will go back again and again to savor it.I even caress every stone there. You are always in my heart.My memories never get old, but become more vivid every day. I always dream that one day we will meet and you may fall in love with me now.Didn't I say, have I become prettier?

There have been two times, I have seen you. The first time, at a ball, I accompanied the old builder, and I saw you in the crowd of guests.You are as charming as ever.That night, many women were secretly watching you. At that time, you were thirty-seven years old, and beside you was a young and beautiful girl who seemed to be only twenty years old. The second time I saw you, I was in my car. That day, my driver drove me home. I saw you as I was driving past a fancy restaurant.You just walked out of the restaurant. That year, you were forty-two years old, right? You are still so chic, you haven't changed at all.You are holding a girl in your hand, this one is also not more than twenty years old, as delicate as a blooming flower.

In the two encounters, you didn't see me. First time, I could have walked up and said hello to you.The second time, I could have asked the driver to pull over in front of you. I didn't do that.For, to my old lover, I am so young, yet I am much older than the girls around you. I finally understand why men love youth. There is only youth in the world.It's a talent that you don't have to do to have it.Yet when it's gone, nothing you can do will keep it. Like I said, I'm beautiful. However, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she sees the smallest changes and the most ruthless years in herself.

That year, I was thirty-seven years old. When I was thirty-seven, I had everything that I didn't have when I was seventeen. However, I am no longer seventeen. I'm getting older every day.Even if goodbye, you will not fall in love with me. My heart is inexplicably sad. The man next to me saw my appearance and felt pity for me doubly. If I asked him for the moon in the sky, he would pick it off and give it to me, but what I want is what he doesn't have. I want you, and I know I'll never have you again in my life. Until one night in April, my driver picked me up from the concert hall.I just finished listening to a piano recital, and the pianist played Chopin.

All I listen to is for you.I think again of the day you played. "I'll get off here. I want to walk, you go back first." I told my driver. I got out of the car, full of sadness, and walked alone on the lively night street, and young faces came towards me and walked past me. I wandered aimlessly in the street. I stumbled across a gallery on Tianqin Road. I've been to the area before, but never seen this gallery. This gallery is very different from other galleries, very bohemian.The store is small, and if it wasn't for the portrait flower in the window, I wouldn't know it was a gallery.

The door was made of iron, and there was a small square glass window on the door. I stood on tiptoe and looked in through the glass window, and the lights inside were dim. At this time, the door suddenly opened from the inside, which startled me.