[No, don't guess. 】

[Explanation is disguise.] 】

[Then don't explain, good night, I'm going to sleep.] 】

【……】

Yun Nuo turned off her phone and threw it aside, letting it be bombarded indiscriminately, she didn't hear it, took out her pajamas from the closet, and entered the bathroom without squinting.

Throughout the night, with just one ambiguous sentence, Zhou Simu made up a bloody sadomasochistic drama with a hard brain, looking at the 2,000-word storyline on her mobile phone, which made her instantly feel that even if she can't be a director in the future, she can become an eighteenth-tier screenwriter.

The next day the sun was warm and the temperature was warmer than in previous days.

With a faint scent of flowers in the breeze, the black Mercedes slowly drove along the path into the villa area and parked in the outer parking lot.

After a while, Zhou Chongyue got out of the car with the gift, took a few steps forward, and was just about to walk outside the carved fence door, when the door was pushed open from the inside, and a slender figure ran out.

"Glutinous."

Hearing the man's familiar voice, Yun Nuo's footsteps paused and raised his head blankly.

Her eyes were a little red, and she was wearing a set of pink plush hooded loungewear, wrapped in a wide coat and hat, and the cotton slippers with rabbit ears on her feet looked particularly weak and cute.

Seeing Zhou Chongyue, Yun Nuo's first reaction was to cry, but she held back, and when the damn sense of dependence forced her to open her mouth to shout, her voice was dyed with hoarseness and grievances.

"Third uncle."

Zhou Chongyue naturally saw that the girl's mood was wrong, and he asked gently: "Did you quarrel with your father?" ”

Quarrels.

The girl nodded, didn't say anything, and only pointed inside: "Aunt Meng burned her specialty dish today, hibiscus fish, you can taste it later." ”

"You're not going in?"

"I just had too many snacks, a little stretched, and I want to go to the lake."

Zhou Chongyue was silent, stared at her quietly for a few seconds, and then spoke again: "Let's eat together, with me, your father won't embarrass you." ”

"No, he doesn't like me, and so do I." After Yun Nuo finished speaking, he looked at the sun overhead, and added, "When it shifts fifteen degrees to the west, I'll come back." ”

It can be understood in disguise that the girl is explaining to him that she is not angry, and this is not running away from home.

I don't know how many times this is, Zhou Chongyue can't help her.

He often thinks highly of himself and always thinks that he can easily grasp the psychology of a little girl, but it turns out that maybe when he becomes a father in the future, he may be like Yun Baiyuan, who is in a hurry and has many difficulties.

In the living room, Aunt Meng was cleaning up the tea on the ground, scattered and messy.

Yun Baiyuan is a good-looking person, and when he received the man's implied inquiring eyes, he only didn't care that the child was unreasonable and accidentally broke it.

Zhou Chongyue could see that there should have been a fierce quarrel between father and daughter before he arrived here. He couldn't ask more about the reasons, after all, it was a friend's family matter, and there was no room for interference.

Yun Baiyuan chatted more openly during the meal, he has been in business for so many years, and he can't change that he is also a medical student in his bones, talking about clinical research and development, and talking about the prospect of the future of domestic medical care, in the eyes of this entrepreneur who is over forty years old, Zhou Chongyue saw indescribable openness and feelings.

Yun Nuo once asked him why he became friends with his father.

He thinks that the reason is not complicated, and to some extent, it is difficult to find someone who shares his beliefs, but it is very valuable.

After a cup of tea, Zhou Chongyue said goodbye to Yun Baiyuan.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and it had already exceeded the time promised by Yun Nuo before leaving, and he drove all the way towards the lake, observing along the way, and found no shadow of the girl.

He picked up his phone and was about to dial the number, when he caught a glimpse of a pink hidden under the trestle not far away, he paused for a moment and stopped the car.

It was in semi-wet waters, and Yun Nuo crouched awkwardly on a rickety rock, leaning down, trying to rescue the water bird that had accidentally fallen from the messy grass.

Realizing that someone was approaching behind her, the girl tilted her head slightly, and when she saw the man's slender and upright figure, she suddenly felt confident in her heart.

Yun Nuo didn't speak, and made up her mind to solve the bird's dilemma first.

She stretched out her arm, held the raised part of the stone with her other hand, and slowly leaned forward with her upper body, Zhou Chongyue's eyes locked on the girl's feet, and saw that there was a soft mud pool under the stone, and her brows frowned imperceptibly.

When Yun Nuo picked up the water bird, half of her body had lost her balance tremblingly, and vaguely, she felt an extra restraint in her waist, and then, even the people and birds fell into his arms.

The waterfowl was frightened, its wet wings fluttered slightly, and Yun Nuo raised his head in a daze, and bumped into the man's close breathing.

The sun seemed to be hiding in the clouds at this moment, the breeze was blowing by the lake, and the girl in her arms looked at him without blinking, and her heart beat like thunder.

Zhou Chongyue lowered her head, met her eyes, and watched quietly for a few seconds before quietly holding her shoulders and gently taking the person out of her arms.

After confirming that she was standing firmly, the man's other hand withdrew from her waist and his gaze fell on the waterfowl that the girl was holding in his hand.

"It's hurt."

"Huh?"

Yun Nuo buried his head in looking, ignoring the placket that was already full of dirt, looked at the wound on the bird's wings, and said regretfully: "What should I do, I should pretend not to see it and walk away." ”

Zhou Chongyue chuckled: "The wound is not deep, bring it back and take some medicine, and you can recover after two days of careful care." ”

"Can you still fly?"

"Of course."

She was silent and sat down, not caring if her clothes would get dirtier.

Yun Nuo's fingers stroked the sticky feathers of the water bird, and his tone was slightly melancholy: "Aren't its parents sad that such a small young bird falls." ”

"How do you know they're not upset?"

"Because I didn't see the slightest nostalgia on the part of the two birds before they flew away."

Zhou Chongyue squatted beside her, facing the breeze, looking at the waveless lake in the distance, her eyes calm and long.

"Sometimes what you feel isn't necessarily exactly right."

"You should say it's not the bird's parents, and that might comfort me."

"But what I say, you may not believe it."

"Why not?" Yun Nuo turned his head to look at him, "It's really hard to let you lie, do I have a chance in the future to be honored to be deceived by you once?" ”

"A lie has no meaning unless it is well-intentioned."

"But I like it." The girl looked at him stubbornly.

The man wore a dark coat with a soft turtleneck underneath, and in her impression, no matter how cold it was this winter, he didn't seem to make an exception to wear another one.

How can a person be so stubborn, stubborn to the point of despair, and at the same time, yet have to think again and again to get closer, to chase.

The topic ended in silence. Zhou Chongyue got up and asked if she wanted to send her back.

The girl shook her head: "I'll stay a little longer, you can go." ”

"Glutinous."

The man stood beside her, his gaze lowered.

With just one glance, Yun Nuo was shaken.

After a stalemate of less than five seconds, she silently rose from the wet ground with the injured bird in her arms.