"Cut, you can't tell a story, it's anticlimactic. Grandma Tan tilted her head back again, "You still boast that you are a poet." ”

"It's also my first time telling a story. Madrigal said, "I don't have much experience." ”

Pastoral Ge propped his head on the windowsill and stared at Grandma Tan with hopeful eyes, the cold wind coming in from the windowsill seemed to be no longer important.

"Don't look at me like that, how many times have I told you. Grandma Tan said, "I can't stand it." ”

"I just want you to know that you are not alone in this world, even if everyone else is not around you, I will still be there, just like I am with my poetry collection. Pastoral said.

Grandma Tan gasped softly and turned her head back to the madrigal.

"It's cold. Grandma Tan said, "It's so cold that I shiver a little." ”

"You and I changed the subject again. Madrigal said helplessly, "Am I going to make you so distrustful?"

"I trust money more and don't feel much about so-called feelings. Grandma Tan said, "Maybe this is the most straightforward time for me, you really can't change my mind." ”

"I can!" said the madrigal, "just as I was changed by that book of poems!"

"I don't have a book of poetry in my world, and I won't tear a hole in my world to find you. Grandma Tan said, "Because I only belong to myself." ”

"I want you to belong to me, too. "Madrigal lowered her voice, very low, very low.

He walked to the sofa in frustration, sat down gently, and just clubbed his brain with his fist, as melancholy as Rodin's work "The Thinker", he didn't understand why his stupid bird, even if he flew first on the road of feelings for so long, was still abused in the hands of Grandma Tan, a 16-year-old girl, and even wanted to shed his wings to vent.

"I'm thinking too simply. Pastoral thought to herself.

He didn't want to look up again, because there was already a script written in his heart, old-fashioned and dull, unchanged, nothing more than being ridiculed again, followed by the daily sentence "Can you put your mind on the point?"

Thinking so, the madrigal's afterglow saw that the miserly sunlight on the ground was gone, and it became black.

"Is it so melancholy, won't you give me a seat?" said a gentle female voice that surprised him a little.

He slowly raised his head, stunned for a second or two, and suddenly smiled on his face, but there was some tiredness in his smile, like the moment when a 100-meter runner crossed the finish line.

"Of course, of course, how can you not let ......" Madrigal kept moving to the side until he almost fell off the edge of the sofa.

Grandma Tan straightened the white gown she had just put on her body for a short time, sat down on the sofa steadily, and after sitting down, she kept moving inside.

"It's okay, don't overthink it. Madrigal gently put his hand on Grandma Tan's shoulder, "Look, sit down, the sky will not fall, and the ground will not fall ......."

"Alright, can you be quieter? Grandma Tan said, "Didn't you just let you succeed once?

Grandma Tan sat on the sofa with her feet crossed, looking like a girl with a light and cute appearance, and she was obsessed with the pastoral song she watched, and all other movements were already isolated.

Click, squeak..

The heavy security door opened a slender position with difficulty, and the person outside pressed his wrist against the side of the door containing anti-pinch plastic, and there was a small bunch of keys hanging on Qianqianyu's fingers, which seemed to be a little useless.

"Get up. Grandma Tan said, "The owner of this house is here." ”

She stood up and poked Madrigal with her hand.

"Uh-huh. Pastoral Song was still immersed in the joy just now, and he didn't wake up from a dream, but after listening to Grandma Tan's words, he stood up with a smile.

"Help take things, I don't have any eyesight. Grandma Tan pushed the pastoral song, crossed her head and shook her head.

"I thought this guy was out of breath, but I didn't expect it to be revealed in such a short time. Grandma Tan thought to herself.

Madrigal staggered forward a few steps, turned his head and smirked at Grandma Tan, and then jumped towards the door.

Closer to the door, Pastoral Ge also looked carefully, it was a girl outside, about a half-year-old Grandma Tan, wearing a more decent workplace women's clothes, beige straight pants with a coat of the same color, inside was a washed white white shirt, even if she stepped on a pair of low-heeled black heels, but the height was outstanding, and her face was exquisite, but it was covered by makeup, and she didn't seem as smart and unparalleled as Grandma Tan.

"Huh?" The girl outside the door saw a completely unfamiliar man's face, was stunned for a moment, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Madrigal scratched her head, looked at the bag in the girl's hand, and first brought the bag in before she began to tell the story.

"My name is Pastoral. After Muge dragged the bag in, he smiled at the girl, "You are the one who cherished fate, right?"

"Do you recognize me?" Zeng Xiyuan was a little surprised, but then he was indifferent, leaned over and muttered in a low voice, "Oh, it should be Uncle Yang." ”

She grabbed the heel of her black heel with her hand, broke it off, and placed it neatly next to the red blanket, and hung her coat on a hanger against the wall.

She opened the shoe closet, as if looking for something, but it seemed to be in vain, so she frowned slightly, and walked in barefoot.

"Miss Zeng!" Mu Ge took off his slippers from his feet, hurriedly grabbed Zeng Xiyuan's wrist, moved the slippers to her feet, and straightened up, "Mine will be worn for you, how can there be any reason to let the master barefoot." ”

Zeng Xiyuan subconsciously glanced at the slippers on the ground, put his left foot on his right foot and rubbed his head, this cold winter marble floor is much more piercing than stepping in the water, it feels like you are lying in the warm quilt, someone used the cold Want Want crushed ice ice directly stuffed into your still steaming back, and she, as a woman, naturally can't bear this kind of winter gift, but you're not welcome, directly dragged up.

"How can it be more direct than Xiaoqing. Pastoral was helpless.