During dinner, Gu Cheng told his daughter Gu Liusha: "You'd better not go to the attic for the past two days, your grandmother's hospitalization can't let your aunt know." ”

Gu Liusha was silent, a 6-year-old child had learned to be stubborn too early. Speechless, declaring her defiance.

Gu Cheng frowned, his expression more serious than before: "I'm waiting for your answer." ”

“ｏｋ。” Gu Liusha drank the milk in one go, leaving Gu Cheng with a small back.

The dinner table where only one person sat was too empty, Gu Cheng leaned on the back of the chair tiredly and closed his eyes heavily.

In the dark of night, a woman's voice floated along the spiral staircase in every corner of the room.

"You dwell quietly in my heart as the full moon dwells in the night."

Tagore's poem, Gu Sheng's favorite, seems to be a promise, recited repeatedly.

Her voice was calm, but her heart was already full of holes, and her soul was like her fate was too far away, and she didn't know where to go......

The food had already become cold, Gu Cheng finished smoking the last cigarette, extinguished it, and walked into the kitchen.

Outside the window, it was dark. The night breeze squeezed in through the cracks in the window, and the thinness was mixed with a faint viscosity.

Gu Cheng went upstairs with dinner and milk.

"Brother, let me go! I don't make ......."

Gu Sheng's murmur sounded in the attic, very soft, but the words were clear.

Gu Cheng's fingers curled up, and he stood outside the door with a dinner plate, and he didn't move again for a long time.

……

It was already early March for Lu Zichu to return to China.

At noon on March 5, Lu Zichu had an appointment and went on a blind date.

The blind date was arranged by her mother Han Shuhui, and it was too late to refuse, so she could only go to the appointment. The woman's father is quite famous in the business world, and Lu Zichu has had dinner with him.

When Fang Xin saw Lu Zichu, he was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, with a cup of lemon tea in front of him, steaming.

Looking at it from her angle, she could just see Lu Zichu's side face, with a cold outline, just sitting quietly, there was a fatal attraction.

After many blind dates, Fang Xin experienced for the first time what it means to have a fast heartbeat and what it means to be nervous.

Fang Xin's eyes were shy, put the book in the corner of the dining table, and sat opposite Lu Zichu: "I'm sorry, I was buying a book in the bookstore just now, and I missed the time for a while." ”

"It's okay." Lu Zichu put down the newspaper and put his fingers on the teacup.

Fang Xin didn't dare to look at his eyes, only dared to stare at his fingers, the knuckles were slender and sexy, and the nails were trimmed very roundly. She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe.

"Like Rabindranath Tagore?"

In a clear and cold voice, Fang Xin was stunned, and finally raised his eyes to look at Lu Zichu, only to see him staring deeply at the book of Tagore's poems, and there was a soft halo in his indifferent and detached eyes.

"I like it." Fang Xin's answer was very concise, he had seen a lot of reports about Lu Zichu before he came, and he seemed to prefer women to be silent.

Lu Zichu's eyebrows and eyes faintly revealed affection: "Do you have a favorite poem?" ”

"Yes."

Fang Xin was excited in her heart, guessing which poem a man like Lu Zichu would prefer.

After thinking about it, he spoke: "Only a bloody finger can play the swan song of the world." ”

Fang Xin paid attention to Lu Zichu's expression, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still the same, he was a little careless when drinking tea, he didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes returned to his usual indifference.

Putting down the cup, Lu Zichu's voice was very light: "It's good." ”

was two short words, but it made Fang Xin realize: the blind date was messed up by her.