Simon and Jennifer left Melbourne on July 11 and rushed to a forested lake in central and western Tasmania, which happened to be in the middle of Simon's private territory.

Because the nearest road is 30 kilometers away, you can only take a helicopter if you want to get there.

The female assistant completely used her small purse to build a wooden house, with a total of three buildings, which were used to live in Simon and the other entourages, and also built a helicopter apron. It cost a lot to transport building materials. Naturally, there was no water and electricity in the forest, so they could only rely on generators and natural water sources, and communications could only be done by satellite phones.

It was already a very closed living environment. When heavy snow covered everything, the surrounding area was completely isolated from the world.

Suddenly, when he came here with a busy work, Simon's first feeling was not comfort, but anxiety, a strong sense of loss of control. Fortunately, Simon had a special experience different from anyone in this world, which was equivalent to the accumulation of more than a dozen lives, which allowed him to adapt quickly.

The female assistant is free to change between a strong woman in the workplace and a young woman at home.

When I came here, I only brought a few books and a picture clip.

During the day, Simon taught himself to draw, and skated on the frozen lake in front of the hut. He wore a girlish white down jacket, skillfully like an elf.

At night, we snuggled by the fireplace together and read Simon in a elegant voice. Proust's "Remembrance of the Years" is a very thick book.

Or Yeats's collection of poems.

*...

*I'm going to get up and leave, and go to Innisfly Island.

*Build a hut with dirt and branches.

*I want to have nine rows of cloud bean racks and a beehive.

* Listen to the bees singing in the forest and live alone in a secluded place.

*So I will have peace.

*...

After reading it, he also suggested whether to give the small lake in front of him a name, or, it is called Innisfley Lake.

Simon refused.

In the rare resentful expression made by the female assistant, it should be called Jenny Lake.

The female assistant's resentment did not dissipate, so I asked which Jenny was.

Simon firmly said that of course it was Jenny in front of him.

He also brought a Chinese original version of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Janet's joke female assistant never forgot. She wanted to know the story about Xiren and let Simon tell her herself.

Then I fell in love with the love and joy in the Grand View Garden.

Even if there was a strong curiosity flashing in his eyes occasionally, he never asked why Simon understood such a difficult and obscure language.

Just keep asking all kinds of questions.

I also learned to recite a poem in the book.

There is no constant pronunciation and a very standard tone.

*All the paper is ridiculous,

*A handful of bitter tears.

*Du Yun's author is crazy,

*Who understands the taste?

Finally, I couldn't help it and asked Simon inadvertently if there is really a Three Lives Stone?

Simon said no.

Just a story.

Obviously dissatisfied with the answer and pursed the corners of his mouth again.

Simon comforted her, and then the little emotion disappeared.

I was very satisfied with Xiren's ending and threatened that if one day Simon doesn't like her, I'll find a good man to marry her.

When he said this, he looked at Simon with threat in his eyes.

He actually dared to threaten.

So he was "tampered" hard.

Very obedient every time.

I discovered some things and complained that Janet told her many dirty little details, but it turned out that there was nothing.

Simon smiled and said that this could be.

Then.

It really exists.

Calm down and continue reading Simon's book "Remembrance of the Years Like Water".

Simon has been listening patiently, and inadvertently, he wrote down a sentence he heard in the blank space of the pages of the Dream of Red Mansions in his hand: Always try to keep a sky outside your life.

I opened my eyes lazy when I smelled the scent of the food.

This is the bedroom, and there is naturally no food around it, but the man who came in from the kitchen was so clingy.

I still couldn't help but squeezing my nose, but I was lazy and unwilling to move.

The interior was very warm, Simon was wearing only a wool sweater and khaki trousers. When she saw her open her eyes, she came over to kiss her.

Turning his head and dodging: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Simon did not let her go, kissed the beautiful cheek of the first awakening, and then leaned against her fair neck. She was not satisfied, so she pulled the quilt down a little and leaned over again.

Under the quilt is a perfect body that can make a man crazy.

Nothing to do with any inch.

Nephrite warm fragrance.

Feeling Simon bit on it greedily, he finally reached out and pushed the man's head weakly, and said with a smile: "It's so itchy."

Simon raised his head, but his hand reached in and said, "Will I be able to sleep with you for a while?"

Holding down the man's strange hand: "I'm going to get up, you go out first."

"I'll help you dress."

"No, I can wear it myself."

"This is not OK, I must help."

As he said that, he started to move amid the laughter of the female assistant. Finally, the two of them wore their clothes again.

Breakfast had to be redone.

It was already cold.

I've eaten it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

It was July 17, and I stayed here for a full week. Although only Janet would occasionally make one or two harassing calls, it would be hard to say if I stayed there.

A very sunny day.

After packing up his luggage and standing outside the house, the female assistant was obviously reluctant to leave, and was worried about whether her hut would be destroyed and occupied by outsiders. It was not until Simon promised to arrange a special caregiver that he felt relieved.

Taking advantage of the sunshine at noon, I boarded the helicopter parked nearby.

The helicopter roared into the sky, and the originally small lake became smaller and smaller in its vision, just as the long-standing memories that would gradually fade deep in everyone's heart.

The Bell helicopter rented was insufficient, so it could only be changed to a boat to return to Melbourne on the northern shore of Tasmania. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

I called some people close to me, and originally planned to rest for one night and start working tomorrow. Anthony Johnston called and asked Simon to go to the mansion to attend a party. It turned out that today happened to be Norman Johnston's birthday, and the family would be there.

After staying with Jennifer for a week, Simon didn't believe that the Johnston family would not know. He felt guilty and did not refuse.

The more guilty female assistant dared not go there together.

Arrived at the mansion in the evening.

The party invited a lot of people, which was very lively.

Except for Patrick Johnston winking at Simon, no one responded too special to Simon's whereabouts over the past week.

The social engagement lasted until late at night, and when all the guests left, Simon originally wanted to say goodbye, but was kept by the old man. Although the words meant that the family was not without your place to live, Simon understood that the old man still had an objection to his actions the week before.

Of course, I can only stay.

I couldn't sleep in when I returned to Melbourne and woke up on time at seven o'clock the next day.

Leaving the bedroom, walking through the corridor and heading towards the stairs, passing by a room, Veronica Johnston happened to open the door and walk out. Seeing Simon, his figure immediately settled, and subconsciously raised his hand, but he quickly put it down.

Simon also stopped and frowned when he saw Veronica subconsciously defending her movements.

Seeing Simon frowning, Veronica raised her hand again uneasy, as if she wanted to explain, but she just sluggishly spit out the word "I..." and couldn't continue.

Seeing that she stopped talking, she continued to walk towards the stairs.

Veronica stared blankly at Simon's figure disappearing at the stairs before leaving the room.
To be continued...