Yan Cijing sat in front of the bay window of his room, opened the window above a little, and gently hooked the tone with his slender fingers.

"Far away, far away

The clouds and smoke obscured the stars

The moonlight rests on the shoulders of the stars

Perfunctory sunshine

……”

Deng Chujin, who couldn't concentrate on listening to the recording of the content of the textbook, faintly heard some singing, followed the sound from the desk, and walked a few steps to the window.

It doesn't sound that real here.

He stood for less than two minutes before retracting his thoughts.

"Uncle Gen, can you invite the neighbors to come to your house for lunch?" Because he couldn't see it, Deng Chujin only raised his head and shouted into the distance, he knew that Uncle Gen would definitely be watching him nearby.

Agen walked in from outside, "In what name does the young master want to invite?" ”

Did the young master want to invite that girl?

"Just say thank you to her peaches." Deng Chujin leaned on the furniture next to him and walked back to his seat.

"Okay."

—

"Bell, bell!" Xiaoya knocked on Yan Cijing's door, "Miss Yan, the neighbor said he wanted to invite you to his house for lunch." ”

"Oh, good!" After playing the guitar twice just now, Yan Cijing found that the case at the end of the strings was a little bulging, she was busy looking at the case, and the door didn't open, and she couldn't pay attention to what Xiaoya said, and responded randomly.

Xiaoya went downstairs and told Agen that Yan Cijing would go in a while.

Yan Cijing saw that the piano case had basically been scrapped, and took out his mobile phone to call Nie Danxin, "Hey, Sister Danxin, I played your guitar at home today, and its piano case bulged." …… Well, yes, the tail end there. …… Will you wait until you come back and get a new one? …… Oh good. ”

After the phone call, Yan Cijing threw the mobile phone on the bed, sat on the floor with the guitar, looked at the guitar case and sighed, his fingers plucked the strings at will, "I can still play if I make do, but I can't bear to work hard!" ”

Feeling emotional, she put the guitar back in the study.

When putting the guitar back in the protective case, Yan Cijing saw several books on editing and directing in Nie Danxin's bookcase, because he had never touched it, so he was curious.

Yan Cijing reached out and took them down from the bookcase.

Sit down at your desk and watch quietly.

It's full of notes.

There are highlighter paints.

There are also marks with red and black pens.

It's all in the details.

"No wonder Sister Danxin has done a great job." Yan Cijing turned a page of the book.

The seven words written next to a certain line on the page caught her eye.

I don't have the courage to look through my face.

Are you talking about the characters? Yan Cijing was puzzled.

"Goo-"

The scream from her stomach pulled her mind back, she looked at the watch in her hand, it was already past eleven o'clock, put the book back, and went downstairs.

The dining room was empty, and the tables were empty.

She went into the kitchen and saw that it was empty.

I can't help but feel a little weird.

Could it be that it was too early?

She turned around and walked out of the kitchen and saw Xiaoya behind her, "Isn't the chef here today?" ”

"Miss Yan, aren't you going to have lunch next door? I asked you just now! Xiaoya looked at Yan Cijing.

Yan Cijing frowned, "Next door? ”

"That's right! Young Master Deng invited you over for lunch, that's why I didn't cook lunch today! ”

Thinking of the moment when Xiaoya knocked on the door in the room just now, Yan Cijing, who had reacted, raised her legs, but she was not mentally prepared and retracted her steps, "I didn't hear clearly just now, if you don't tell him that I have something, can you not go?" ”

"But......" Xiao Ya cautiously looked at Yan Cijing's expression, "Wouldn't this be bad?" ”

"That's right." Yan Cijing exhaled deeply and touched the back of his neck, "Forget it, I'll talk about it later, isn't it still twelve o'clock?" ”

Then, Yan Cijing sat at the dinner table and played a game.

Seeing that the time was about the same, she went out.

When she went to Deng's house, Yan Cijing saw the garage from a distance, and couldn't help but think of the embarrassment last time, the corners of her mouth pulled out a far-fetched arc to cover the embarrassment in her heart, she scratched her ears, and entered the house with a slightly red cheek.

"Miss Nie, you're here!" Agen warmly greeted her.

Yan Cijing, who was still trapped in the embarrassment of memories, didn't hear Agen's address to her clearly, just nodded, "Hello uncle." ”

"You can just call me Uncle Gen."

Yan Cijing nodded slightly, "Oh, okay." ”

Agen showed her the way: "Over here." ”

"Hmm."

"Young Master, Miss Nie is here." Ah Gen arranged Yan Cijing, and came to Deng Chujin's study to call him.

Deng Chujin let out a faint "um", then stood up, and walked towards Agen with his hands on the table.

Agen hurriedly came over to help him.

"She ......" Deng Chujin, who was supported by Agen, opened his mouth, he wanted to ask Uncle Gen what Nie Danhua looked like, but he didn't know if he could outline Nie Danhua's appearance according to Uncle Gen's description.

In the end, the whole sentence that was gagged on the lips became a "she".

"Huh?" Ah Gen turned his head to look at him, and didn't forget to pay attention to the road ahead, "Young master, turn left." ”

"Instead, I feel like I need a cane." Listening to Uncle Gen's reminder, Deng Chujin's hands stretched forward without landing had a feeling of homelessness, and he didn't dare to take a big step under his feet.

"When the young master has surgery, his eyes will be healed." Sensing a little decadence in Deng Chujin's tone, Agen thought about the surgery that would be done soon, "The chairman has already made an appointment with an expert, and he can go for surgery this weekend." ”

Deng Chujin's heart suddenly "poofed" and beat hard, he excitedly put his right hand on Uncle Gen's hand that he put on his left arm because he was holding himself, but he felt the beating of the vascular nerves on the back of Uncle Gen's rough hand.

In these days of blindness, Uncle Gen is also very hard.

I don't know why, at that moment just now, he only had this one feeling.