1138 The Real World 5

Two maids dressed in pink with beautiful faces left the young master's house with food.

When the two walked out of the courtyard behind them, they dared to speak.

"Have you noticed that something is wrong with the young master coming out of the retreat this time?" the tall maid said softly.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let anyone listen. Be careful of being punished." The round-faced maid reminded in a low voice.

The tall slender maid stuck out her tongue playfully, "Isn't there no one here?"

"You, you, have you forgotten that you can't talk about the young master. How can we guess the young master's mind?"

"I looked at the young master and seemed to have some thoughts. Do you think it has something to do with the woman in the painting?" The tall slender maid was obviously very curious about this matter, "Sister, you have been serving in this yard longer than me. I know the young master better, who do you think is the woman in the painting in the young master's house?"

Speaking of the painting, the round-faced maid couldn't help but say, "I don't know either. In the five years since I entered the courtyard, I have never seen the young master have an intimate relationship with any woman."

"You don't even know my sister, the woman in the painting is really mysterious. Although she doesn't have the face of that woman, just looking at the back, she is definitely a beauty." The tall slender woman guessed enthusiastically.

"Stop guessing."

The round-faced woman was actually very curious.

This was the first time she saw that the young master would be interested in women. Looking at the delivery of food to him for the past two days, he can see that he is staring at the woman in the painting for a moment.

She didn't understand why there was only an indistinct back, but not the woman's face.

At this moment, the object of discussion in the mouth of the two servants was sitting behind the desk, their eyes fixed on one place, there was only a painting hanging there, and there was a woman's back in the painting.

With his deep eyes, he stared at the painting tightly, as if to peel off the layers of fog to pursue the woman, and he seemed to be reminiscing about something.

Who are you?

Why appeared in his chaotic memory.

For so many years, when he fell into a deep sleep, his memory was blank when he woke up, as if he had just slept. However, since when, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something.

He tried hard to find it, but the end result was still the same.

He thought it was just a momentary illusion, until when he woke up from a deep sleep that day, a vague figure appeared in his mind. Looking at the figure, his heart tightened for no reason, and there was a burst of throbbing.

He was afraid of forgetting, and drew her for the first time, but this time, when he woke up and looked at her back again, why would his heart hurt.

This unfamiliar emotion was the first time he had encountered it in his life.

Unconsciously, his man walked to the portrait, and his slender fingers brushed the back lightly.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in my memory?" A low and mellow voice sounded in a low voice, and a trace of confusion appeared on his stern face.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master, Young Master Lei is asking to see you." A handsome man dressed as a servant stood straight outside the door and said respectfully towards the inside of the house.

"Please come in."

"Yes."

A quarter of an hour later, a handsome and handsome young man with a jade tree facing the wind walked into the house with a feather fan in hand.

"I heard that you came as soon as you left the customs." Lei Yuting said, shaking his feather fan lightly.