Gu Xiaole still didn't go to the amusement park.

However, he was not afraid to go there.

Because of Joli.

In the more than a month of getting along, Gu Xiaole found that Qiao Li had unconsciously melted into her habits.

In the past, I used to go to school and leave school alone, and I had to accompany my grandmother at home. Now that there is suddenly one more Qiao Li, Gu Xiaole feels ......

He wasn't really resistant.

When the National Day was about to end, Qiao Li suddenly proposed to take Gu Xiaole to the amusement park again and let him have a good time.

Or a sweet marshmallow.

Gu Xiaole, accompanied by Qiao Li, sat on the merry-go-round for the first time.

In her ears was Qiao Li's childlike cheers, and the corners of Gu Xiaole's mouth couldn't help but rise when she heard it.

He clutched the marshmallow tightly and slowly closed his eyes.

It's an October wind, and it's cool. The sweet scent of marshmallows drifted into his nose in the wind, allowing the boy to move.

The corners of the young man's mouth, the shallow smile rippled little by little, and gradually became brighter.

The boy finally smiled.

As the sun sets, the shadows of the grass on the side of the wall are stretched very long.

Qiao Li took Gu Xiaole's hand and led him slowly on the way home.

There was something wrong with her car today, so she didn't drive - because it was not far from home, so they planned to just walk back.

In Gu Xiaole's hand, he held a string of paper windmills flying in the wind.

He looked down at the windmill, not noticing a Maybach slowly moving in front of him.

Until the car stopped a short distance away and the door opened.

Gu Xiaole looked up and saw a foreigner in a suit and leather shoes, blonde hair and blue eyes standing next to the car door. His eyes were the same blue as Qiao Li's, but with the calmness that only those adults would have, and the look that Gu Xiaole couldn't understand.

The boy's steps slowly became smaller, and finally he froze in place, unable to move.

Jory stopped, looking sideways at the boy.

The boy lowered his head and pursed his lips, and the hand holding the paper windmill quietly added some strength.

"Brian, long time no see." The man walked towards Gu Xiaole step by step, blocking the sunset in front of Gu Xiaole with his own shadow. He crouched down, his gaze gentle and kind.

The man doesn't seem to be coming to China for the first time, and speaks Chinese fluently, as if he was born and raised here.

"Xiaole, don't you know him?" Jory asked suddenly.

Gu Xiaole still bowed his head.

His lip bit harder and harder.

The man in front of him is the reason why he hates Britain.

This man, when he was very young, took his mother on a cruise ship and left China, leaving behind his father.

His father, an Englishman of British-Chinese descent and aristocratic blood.

Gu Boya.

"What are you doing when you come back?" When the man reached out and wanted to stroke Gu Xiaole's hair, Gu Xiaole finally spoke.

He said softly, taking a step back and looking up.

The hazy in front of him only vaguely reflected the man's tall and handsome figure.

He slowly stood up, the breeze caressing his slightly curly blonde hair. The sun shone gently and gently, making him look like a medieval English aristocrat.

Elegant and gentle, kind and noble.

"Things are done there in the UK, so I'm coming back to see you. My little Brian, you have been strong and brave in the past few years. The man smiled slightly, not as surprised or upset by his resistance.

"What is it that lets you know that grandpa is seriously ill, but you don't want to come back to see him." The windmill pole in Gu Xiaole's hand was suddenly disconnected.

The windmill slipped from the boy's hand and fell to the ground in embarrassment, stained with dust.

"There are some things that are important. You are all my most important relatives. I was also struggling, but now I know that it was too late. So all I bring is a word of apology. Gu Boya saw Gu Xiaole's sad but still enduring appearance, and his eyes were filled with distress.

He bowed his head slightly and bowed lightly to Gu Xiaole.

Gu Xiaole laughed.

"Can I see grandpa if I apologize? See, grandpa has gone to heaven—" He shook his head, broke free of Jory's hand and ran away.

In the setting sun, the figure of the boy alone seemed so long.

Qiao Li looked at the young man's back, stroked his heart, and suddenly sighed.

"Coming to China from thousands of miles away, does Mr. Gu just want to see his son?" She looked at Gu Boya who reflected the sunset in her eyes, and slowly restrained her smile.

"There's one thing I need to confirm. This matter is about little Burian. One more thing, China is my hometown. Here—" Gu Boya looked around, full of thoughts.

After a complex emotion was brewed and precipitated, he just sighed with emotion, "It's the place where I grew up." ”

After the end of the National Day, Gu Boya did not appear again.

Gu Xiaole returned to the life of the school family.

It's just that some seem to have changed.

He began to resist Jory's approach again.

He no longer takes Joly's car home, and he doesn't even want to listen carefully to Joli's English class.

For a long time after the midterm exam, Gu Xiaole listened to English classes absent-mindedly.

Probably because of this, Gu Xiaole's grades have declined very much, and those teachers have seen the absent-mindedness of this silent but excellent teenager.

When Qiao Li wanted to visit Gu Xiaole's home, Gu Xiaole directly locked the door and didn't let Qiao Li in.

Qiao Li had no choice but to find Gu Xiaole the next day.

But for the next few days, Qiao Li didn't see Gu Xiaole.

Listening to Jiang Yuan, Gu Xiaole skipped class.

Before that, Gu Xiaole had quietly asked Jiang Yuan what a bad boy was like.

Jiang Yuan casually said that a child who skips school is a bad child.

At that time, looking at Gu Xiaole thoughtfully, Jiang Yuan didn't care—this silent teenager had always listened to his teacher and would never do what these bad boys should do.

After Qiao Li heard Jiang Yuan's words, she also thought about it.

Nine times out of ten, Gu Xiaole skipped class.

His home is locked these days, and there is no one in the house.

So where can he go?

Where should he go?

Joli was in a hurry, but didn't go out of her way to find someone. During the day, she still attends classes, being the homeroom teacher of Class A, and at night she calls to ask Gu Xiaole where she likes to go before.

The person who asked this question was naturally Grandma Gu, who was traveling far away.

When she heard that Gu Xiaole skipped class, Grandma Gu didn't seem to believe it.

"My dear little Brian has always been an obedient child." In response to the warm sunset on the ocean, Grandma Gu took a sip of champagne, shook her head and smiled confidently.

Jolly was silent.

But this time, he wasn't well-behaved.