Wu Nai works in T Central Hospital, a famous surgeon, a psychological consultant for the column of "T City Evening News", and is proficient in micro-expression and micro-motor analysis, so Wu Nai's evaluation of Gu Sheng is still very credible.

The car slowly drove out of the community, and Lu Zichu looked at the street scenes along the way, because of Wu Nai's words, he suddenly remembered Gu Sheng.

There is one thing, Lu Zichu needs to admit that among all his students, Gu Sheng is the most special one, because she is good at hiding her joys and sorrows, even in the worst situation, she can interpret her emotions without revealing a drop of water, and bloom the lightest smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the rear mirror, BMW followed closely behind, Lu Zichu narrowed his eyes, in fact, he didn't understand Gu Sheng, because he didn't snoop, he didn't delve into it, he just understood the occasional bad mood between her eyebrows and eyes.

Outside the window, the sunset is getting lighter and lighter, and there are tiny dust particles floating in the glow, free and scattered, and at peace with the encounter.

……

The sunset passed through the car window and sprinkled on Ah Sheng's face, she squinted slightly, and there was a deep and euphemistic song in the car, Eason Chan's "Ten Years".

Those who understand this song hate the ruthlessness of time, but human nature, over a long period of time, everyone will change to a greater or lesser extent.

Some people have gone through vicissitudes, but their original intentions have not changed; Someone has a smooth ride, but it is unrecognizable.

could have been safe forever, but unfortunately Ah Sheng's prayer finally died in Han Yu's voice.

"Your aunt used to be my governess, and I respect her very much." Han Yu's voice was very weak, focusing on driving, and he didn't care if Ah Sheng was listening to him.

Ah Sheng didn't speak, his eyes looked straight ahead, it was Wu Nai's off-road vehicle, stable and restrained, but it was very suitable for Wu Nai's temperament.

"That year, my father and mother experienced endless quarrels, which lasted on and off for most of the year, and then my father told my mother that he was in love with Gu Qinghuan." When he said this, Han Yu opened the car window and asked casually, "Do you mind if I smoke?" ”

"Mind." She couldn't get used to the smell of smoke.

Han Yu was full of gentlemanly demeanor, but obviously he didn't treat Ah Sheng well, he finally lit a cigarette, sandwiched it between his fingers, and put it on the steering wheel leisurely.

Ah Sheng looked sideways at his hand, and his wrist bones were very good.

At the intersection, the traffic light changed, Han Yu stepped on the brakes, his face was a little blurred in the smoke, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was impeccable: "I used to believe in her so much, but she hurt my mother, how can I let go?" ”

The last sentence of the last sentence is like irony, like mockery.

Maybe Gu Qinghuan destroyed Han Yu's family, so every time he faced Han Yu, Ah Sheng would be out of breath. Nowadays, the interior space of the car is limited, and Ah Sheng seems to have no way to avoid it.

The number of red lights was slowly decreasing, Ah Sheng retracted his gaze, and suddenly said, "Can I get off here?" ”

"Because of my words?" Han Yu glanced at Ah Sheng, not surprised.

She unbuckled her seatbelt: "The smell of smoke is too pungent. ”

Han Yu was very cooperative, extinguished the cigarette, stretched out his arm, passed her, opened the passenger door, and finally regained his gentlemanly demeanor before she got out of the car: "Sure?" ”

Ah Sheng didn't answer Han Yu, because it was no longer necessary. After she got out of the car, she closed the car door directly.

She was sure, never so sure.