It was The Phantom of the Opera that day.

Zhao Ye didn't have any style of a young master, wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, with scattered hair hanging on his eyebrows, and took Chu He's bag when he met.

Chu He Xiaoxiao only followed behind him, looking at Zhao Ye's side face from time to time, and when he didn't speak, he was serious and serious.

Occasionally, when he laughs, the corners of his eyes are upward, slightly red, and very seductive.

Chu He didn't do anything during the whole process, booked tickets to get tickets, and even Zhao Ye prepared a lot of small snacks, Chu He had a feeling of being taken care of.

There were people around looking at them from time to time, Chu He couldn't accept the gaze of others, and buried his head and squeezed beside Zhao Ye, Zhao Ye was almost squeezed by her.

Zhao Ye smiled, "What kind of little potato are you, and you are aggressive."

Chu He glared at him, "You are really eye-catching."

Chu He's hands hung down at his side, full of uncomfortableness.

Zhao Ye saw her social fear, and hooked Chu He's shoulder, "What can't you see, what a cute little potato."

Chu He punched Zhao Ye on the chin.

Chu He thought that Zhao Ye was so elegant and loved opera, but the two of them fell asleep not long after they sat in.

Chu He's head was planted down one by one, she adjusted her sleeping position a few times, and finally successfully hit her head with Zhao Ye with a pop.

"Damn, who hit me?"

Chu He rubbed the top of his head and woke up more than half of him from sleep.

Zhao Ye pursed his lower lip speechlessly, his forehead was still numb, "Chu He, you didn't have the backbone to say this when you were beaten."

"Well, you can't let me talk in my dreams."

"You girl is not a gentle character, why don't you know how to fight back?"

There was almost no light in the audience, and in the hazy black, Zhao Ye's deep facial features were covered with a veil, and he held the handle and turned his head sideways.

Chu He squeaked twice, "I'll just say a few words."

Suddenly, someone in the back row kicked off their chairs.

"If you can't look at it, you don't have quality!"

Zhao Ye and Chu He glanced at each other in confusion and smiled.

The last two lay back, relaxed, as if intending to sleep again.

Reading on stage.

「ididitallforyouandallfornothing」

The two couldn't help but laugh when their eyes were sleepy, and then fell asleep again.

After reading it, the two were not in the mood to stay here at all, so they hurriedly fled.

"Hey, I thought you were a very elegant person who respected art."

"Are you embarrassed to speak of me? You're a performer, and you don't have any artistic sentiment." Zhao Ye pinched Chu He's meaty face, mixed like a meat bun.

The two of them went out to visit the night market, Zhao Ye actually knew a lot of vendors in small stalls, and he could chat a few words with each of them, and no matter how bad it was, he had to say hello to someone.

Chu He took the grilled squid skewers, "I can't see it, you are a young master, and you still have social."

The corners of Zhao Ye's mouth twitched, ignoring her.

Chu He saw a lot of strange things, asked for a bunch of them, and it felt so good that someone would pay if he wanted to.

Especially Zhao Ye is much taller than her, and she has a special sense of security, Chu He has never dared to do this before, but she can be very casual with Zhao Ye.

Zhao Ye took her hand and nibbled on two bites of the cold squid skewers on her hands.

Chu He looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, bit his lower lip, and carefully reminded, "This is what I have eaten."

"What, there's poison in your saliva?" Zhao Ye continued to walk forward.

Chu He stayed in place for a second, and suddenly felt very sweet, but then there was a little anxiety and panic.

Zhao Ye couldn't like her at all, she didn't have any advantages, and she wasn't beautiful enough, thinking about it, she dimmed again.

"Why did you take me to the opera, in fact, I controlled three meals and insisted on exercising, and I was able to lose weight quickly, and there was no need for anything else."

She tilted her head in thought.

She still has to have dance lessons, calligraphy lessons, and reading after reading, and her adopted daughter doesn't dare to raise her like this.

"Chu He, people, not only skins, but also souls. What if the skin is well cared for."

"But...... For me, the skin is enough......

She's a performer.

Zhao Ye's footsteps stopped, Chu He bumped into his back, he was like a gambling wall, Chu He rubbed his nose, he turned around, condescending.

"But you don't know anything, where do you believe in yourself, when others scold you, what confidence do you have to fight back? Maybe you're pretty, someone will defend you, and your dad will treat you with snacks, but can you rely on your skin for the rest of your life?"

Chu He licked his lower lip, and his whole body suddenly tightened.

"Others are unreliable, I'll give you a chance, if you fight, you work hard to learn."

In fact, Chu He has been with Zhao Ye for more than a month, but this weight has not dropped so quickly.

Coupled with seeing you every day, Zhao Ye actually didn't feel that there had been a big change.

It's almost a month and a half.

"After eating, I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll be back in about a week, and I'll see results."

Others are raising pigs, and Zhao Ye is torturing people, and he has a special sense of achievement.

Every time he looked at Chu He, it was like inspecting some commodity, to see if she was thin or not, and whether she looked good.

Chu He hated it so much that his fork was about to poke the plate to pieces.

But one day when she went back to school, the eyes of the people around her looked at her with surprise, envy, and a little jealousy, at that time Chu He knew that this matter was right.

Make yourself better, it's right all the time.

So she didn't give up exercising, and completed every task assigned to her by Zhao Ye very well.

At a dance party.

Chu He was wearing a peach-pink bandeau skirt, swaying in a circle in front of Zhao Ye's eyes.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

The graceful posture attracted the attention of many people present.

"Zhao Gongzi, please accept the results."

With a delicate little face, a well-defined jawline, and no extra flesh, she looked up at him confidently.

Zhao Ye hugged her into his arms, and clasped his big palm around her waist, "Chu He is the color of the country."

Yes, she is already beautiful.

Chu He stuffed his head and began to pour wine, those girls in the past, Zhao Ye didn't come for real, but Feng Ziyu, it's really hard to say.

Feng Ziyu has her original innocence, and she also has a better appearance and temperament than her, her heart is also good, and her background is clean, if she is a boy, she will also choose Feng Ziyu.

Ye Qiusheng grabbed the wine bottle, "Chu He, I also want to go to Gusu, why don't I go and have a look."

Chu He asked rhetorically, "Who am I looking at, looking at him?"

Song Jiahui echoed, "That's it, look at what he's doing, where he likes to go, and if he doesn't turn the earth without him, is he a sister."

"Hello old sister-in-law."

Ye Qiusheng said with a smile.

But she kind of likes Song Jiahui, and seriously, it's kind of cute.

Chu He thought of what Chu Guoci said to her, she was also a little helpless, she didn't seem to have a choice, she couldn't even lose her temper, she and her younger brother were about to be born.

She had to give her brother an identity before he was born.

Otherwise, if he was the same as her, he might as well not come to this world.

"I'll go." She slammed the bottle on the table, not sure if she was scolding or making up her mind.

Song Jiahui was dumbfounded, a good girl, she has to suffer from love.

"In this way, my brother will give you a way out, if Zhao Ye makes you sad, I will find you ten male models when I come back!"

This time it's a brother and a sister, and the roles can be switched freely.

"Eh, I accept the offer."

The first to agree was Ye Qiusheng.

She just thought about male models tonight.

The three of them high-fived and reached a consensus.

Ye Qiusheng and Chu He lay flat on the ground, looking at the faint moon hanging in the sky.

The cold air poured into the nose made each other's thoughts heavy.

"Chu He, my biggest experience in life is that life is ever-changing, and he always gets better suddenly and breaks down suddenly."

Both of their faces were flushed, and the cold wind could not dissipate their heat.

"People also change, you may like tomatoes today, but you won't like them tomorrow, say you love me today, and forget me tomorrow. And the only way I can do that is to accept it."

......

When Zhao Ye arrived in Gusu overnight, it was not yet dawn.

It was in a rural area.

Zhao Ye had never been to this kind of place.

Surrounded by hills, rolling hills stretch endlessly.

He saw a bungalow in the middle of the mountains and forests, and the door was locked, and he did not knock at the door, but sat down at the door with his clothes on, and turned his head away, and fell asleep.

The next day, when the sun shone on the mountain, and the glimmer of light appeared, he was woken up.

"Zhao Gongzi, what are you doing here?"

Feng Ziyu looked at the person in front of him in amazement.

Zhao Ye turned his head and his eyes were hazy, the mist of the morning sun was cold, he felt like he was sleeping in an ice cellar, he rubbed his eyes.

"It's nothing, why did you suddenly come over by yourself, girls are easy to encounter danger when they go out alone."

Feng Ziyu's heart was soft and a little warm.

"Come in, it's bitterly cold in the morning, how did you fall asleep outside, you know why didn't I wake me up here?"

Feng Ziyu said anxiously as he went to prepare breakfast and make him something hot and to eat.

Zhao Ye looked at the stove, he was still very unfamiliar, do you still use a fire to cook here?

Feng Ziyu stuffed firewood under the stove while adding water to the pot.

Zhao Ye went up and took the firewood, "It's too late to think about it, you're asleep, so I won't wake you up."

Zhao Ye sat on a small wooden bench, picked up firewood with an iron clip, and added it to it.

Feng Ziyu beat two eggs into the pot.

"Why is there no one in your house?"

Zhao Ye had heard something, but he didn't hear it completely, and he wasn't sure.

"Huh? I don't know, it looks like no one has been around for a long time, and I called the police yesterday."

"Why did you call the police?"

Zhao Ye raised his head with a frown.

Feng Ziyu had already passed the anxious stage, and she stood by the stove with a pot.

"Actually, I couldn't contact my mother some time ago, and I had a fight with her when I went back to the capital, and then she ignored me. Then I was hospitalized some time ago, and I missed her so much."

"She still ignored me at the time, I felt that something was wrong, and I came back to see it after I was done with the crew, but no one was there, so she disappeared."

She was also very anxious when she first came back.

The good big living world has evaporated.

After going to the police station, she thought about it again, what could happen to her mother when she was so old alone.