Chapter Twenty-Five: The First Meeting of Youth
Si Nuan took the flower and touched the little girl's head. The latter was actually shy and quickly ran back to his seat.
On the seat, the little girl hugged the man's arm, raised her little face and asked, "Dad, I like that sister so much, will you accept her as a disciple?" β
The man said helplessly: "Yueran, Dad's disciple is not so easy to be. β
The woman on the other side was curious: "She is the conductor of the choir competition you said last time?" β
The man nodded: "Well, she's pretty good." But if you want to accept the apprentices, you still have to see her performance in conducting the symphony orchestra. β
The family of three was happy, but the man in the corner smiled bitterly, as if Nan Ke had just woken up from a dream, and muttered, "What am I doing?" She's not coming back. β
He staggered out the door.
Someone immediately greeted him outside the door, helped the man into the car, and walked away.
"Ahem."
The man was obviously a little drunk, and the driver looked back worriedly, his young master would put down everything on this day every year and bring a bouquet of red roses to this restaurant, but what was the use of this? People can't be resurrected after death!
It's at this turn that --
"Bang!"
The car knocked over a person.
The driver hurriedly stopped to look, and saw that it was a girl about fifteen years old, and was about to help, but the girl raised her head, and the driver was stunned on the spot.
I saw that the girl's fair and small melon seeds had a pair of peach blossom eyes embedded in her face, her eyes were moist, and she looked more and more pitiful in the night.
Alas, at a young age, he has already begun to be charming. Just because Mao feels a little familiar?
Before the driver could come up with an answer, the man had already gotten out of the car, walked quickly to the girl, and carefully lifted her up.
"Miss, I'm sorry to bump into you, are you okay?"
The man's voice was low, and he became more and more lazy and sexy because he had just drunk red wine.
The girl shook her head in a daze.
"My name is Zheng Hao, can I have this honor to know Miss's name?"
"I, my name is Sun Mengjie."
Perhaps every girl has a dream of growing up quickly, wanting to be like an adult, wearing lipstick, wearing high heels, and being politely called "Miss".
What's more, there is still a rather attractive mature man in front of him.
Sun Mengjie felt that her heart was beating faster and faster.
"As an excuse for my apologies, shall I send you home?"
Sun Mengjie sat in Zheng Hao's car and secretly raised her eyes to glance at the man next to her.
I only think that he has handsome facial features and gentle eyes. Although his appearance is not as delicate as Ling Han's, he has a graceful demeanor that even Ling Han does not have-that is the charm that belongs only to mature men.
Sun Mengjie got out of the car and watched the man's car drift away, only to feel that she was very naΓ―ve about Ling Han's heartbeat before.
Unbeknownst to him, Zheng Hao in the car was opening the encrypted photo album on his mobile phone and browsing them one by one.
Like, too much like that. The girl just now must have been a gift from her, so that he would not be so lonely in a world without her.
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"There's my contact information on the business card, call me when you're ready."
Qiao Xiaoxia was lying on the bed, holding Zhang Xingsi's business card in his hand, tangled.
I have been longing for this moment, dreaming that I can make a living from music, standing on a bigger stage, watching others go crazy for their music, but why is I suddenly hesitant?
It seems that as long as he agrees, he will pass by another precious opportunity.
"I think you should listen to your parents. At our age, there are so many things we don't understand, and I can't give you any advice. β
Si Meng said this on the phone.
All right. Qiao Xiaoxia dialed his father's phone.
"Hello? Hero. The call was quickly connected, but there was a sense of strangeness because I hadn't been in touch for too long.
"Dad, that's it, I ......"
"Is there no money again? You wait, I'll ask the assistant to call you 200,000. β
The call was quickly hung up. Within a few seconds, the text message had already prompted him to have 200,000 more on his card.
Qiao Xiaoxia called her mother again.
"Hey, little man."
"Mom, that's it, I'm ......"
"Is there no money again? You wait, I'll ask the assistant to call you 200,000. β
Since you are so smart-hearted, what kind of divorce are you making!
Qiao Xiaoxia slammed the phone out.
Is Lao Tzu like a man who is short of money? Lao Tzu is so poor that he has only money left!
The more Qiao Xiaoxia thought about it, the more angry he became, so he simply picked up the phone and dialed the number on the business card-
"Hey, I'm Qiao Xiaoxia. I figured it out. β
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The next day, in Su Mobai's hospital room.
The bald Sue's injury has gradually improved, and he is playing checkers with the patient in the next bed with great interest.
The patient is an old man, tall and thin, with stretched eyebrows, and at first glance he is a person with a wide heart.
At this time, three people walked into the ward, it was a family of three in the restaurant last night.
"Dad, are you feeling better?" Shen Li put down the fruit in his hand and asked with concern.
Su Mobai smiled and said hello to the three of them, and then returned to his hospital bed with interest.
I just unconsciously pricked up my ears, listening to the laughter from time to time next door, and there was a faint envy in my eyes.
Suddenly, a pair of small hands appeared beside his bed, and Su Mobai looked down and saw a pair of large, bright eyes.
Su Mobai is a scumbag, but at this moment, he remembered a text he had memorized: those eyes, like autumn water, like cold stars, like treasure beads, like white mercury, there are two pills of black mercury in them.
The mercury was covered with a small fan, and it was mischievously fanned.
Only then did Su Mobai see clearly, it turned out that there was a little girl next to his bed at some point.
The little girl is white and tender, looks chubby, soft, wearing a light pink princess dress, looking at him curiously, so cute! O(β©_β©)O
What do you think? Isn't my brother handsome? Su Mobai looked at the little girl expectantly.
Until many years later, Su Mobai still remembered the first thing Shen Yueran said to himself-
"This brother's bald head is so bright!"
Burst!
An arrow to the heart.
But her tone was sincere, her eyes were clear, and those who didn't know thought she was praising him.
The little girl tilted her head and said puzzledly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" β
"Haha, haha!"
The old man next door laughed out loud without giving face.
The little girl's parents had no choice but to smile apologetically at Su Mobai.
Lao Tzu is unwilling!
Su Mobai took a deep breath and said to the little girl seriously: "Sister, don't you think my brother is very familiar?" β
The little girl shook her head: "It's not familiar." β
Su Mobai: "......".
"I think you're a little familiar, I don't know if you've seen it before." Shen Yueran's mother, Anya, spoke beside her.
Savior!
Su Mobai turned his head to look at Anya, and said excitedly: "Many people say that they are familiar with me!" When I used to go to the supermarket, people would often tap me on the shoulder, and when I turned around, I said, 'It's not Song Joong Ki, it just looks more like.' ββ
"Poof!"
Anya couldn't help but wonder, why is this kid so funny!
Shen Li's face darkened: Lao Tzu's woman was amused by other men!