"Something." He said solemnly.
"... You said." This honorific was quite harsh.
Shen Chunhang gritted his teeth: "When are you going to hide?"
There is no talking.
For a time, the two phases were silent, and the breathing was lightly inaudible.
Finally, the woman took the lead: "... I didn't hide."
"What did you run away to do without hiding?!"
"Where I go has nothing to do with you."
and many more…
Miao Miao suddenly reacted: "How do you know?!"
"Because I want to." For the first time, Shen Chunhang showed a gentle and domineering side in front of her.
Miao Miao: "..."
"When are you coming back?"
"..."
He took a deep breath, his tone softened, revealing an imperceptible fragility: "Let's talk."
"... It was very clear that day."
"You just don't want to see me?! Because of Shen Hou? Because I took the position of president from her?" The man yelled, both angry and aggrieved.
Angrily, she turned around and left without nostalgia.
What was wronged was that she was not as good as a Shenchen in her heart.
After roaring, Shen Chunhang realized how improper his actions were just now.
What is his right to blame
What qualifications do you have to yell at Miao Miao
Because she doesn't care about him, doesn't care about him, doesn't cook for him
It's ridiculous!
Shen Chunhang only felt a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind poured in mercilessly, pulling out the cold.
Fearing that he would say something more excessive, he forced himself to hang up after dropping a "sorry" sentence, put the phone back in his pocket, and held it tightly.
Now, the whole world is quiet, so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat.
Looking from a distance, the street is not busy, the shadows of the trees are shaking in the wind, and the shadows of the street lamps are faintly yellow.
A tall and straight figure stood still, motionless.
If it hadn't been for the night breeze blowing the corners of his clothes, it would almost make people mistakenly think that this is a still painting.
I don't know how long it took, maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes, the man finally lifted his steps again and moved forward calmly.
It’s just that no matter how you look at the back, there is a loneliness and loneliness...
It was ten o'clock in the evening when Shen Chunhang returned to the old house.
The Shen family is in a troubled autumn, and Mingda is also precarious, so he has lived here during this time.
Coupled with deliberately avoiding certain things, it has been a long time since I returned to the apartment.
"Three young masters." Zhou Qingfu opened the door for him.
Shen Chunhang stared at him: "Why haven't you rested yet?"
"It's still early."
"Don't wait for me specially in the future."
Zhou Qingfu is an old man from the Shen family. He has worked diligently in this house for decades. The green silk has changed into white hair, and he will never leave.
Shen Chunhang therefore respected him a little bit more.
Zhou Qingfu grinned, the folds at the end of his eyes were like two remaining chrysanthemums, and his expression was gentle, showing a bit of kindness.
Suddenly, there was some overlap with Shen Zongming's appearance.
Shen Chunhang's eyes were painful, and the next second, he hurriedly staggered.
He was afraid that he would lose control...
At this critical moment of survival, he would never allow himself the slightest weakness.
"It doesn't matter, people are less sleepy when they are old." As he said, he offered a glass of warm water.
"Thank you," Shen Chunhang raised his hand to take it, "you go to bed first."
Zhou Qingfu didn't respond immediately, but stood still, his expression was a bit cramped, and he stopped talking.
Shen Chunhang put down the water glass, looked at him, calmly: "Anything to say?"
"... I plan to go back to the country." Zhou Qingfu sighed, "First the young master left, Miss A Yan followed... Now even the old man..."
Speaking of the back, it is already choking.
Shen Chunhang's eyes were hot, and he controlled his emotions in time: "Housekeeper Zhou, you..."
He waved his hand, "Three young masters, listen to me. Now in the Shen family, the master is absent, and the servants are no longer useful. What's more," he reluctantly smiled, "I'm old too, I don't know if it is. It's not a common problem of people. When I get older, I always like to remember the past."
Under the light, tears surged in Zhou Qingfu's eyes, "The more I think about it, the more I miss it. I'm afraid I don't have much time..."
"I understand," Shen Chunhang stood up, staggered him and walked forward two steps, leaving an arrogant back and profile, "Okay, I agree."
"Thank you Third Master."
"When do you plan to leave?"
"Tomorrow." He sighed, "The more I stay, the more reluctant... I still can't believe that the master is like this..."
Shen Chunhang said stiffly: "It's late, you rest early, and tomorrow... Only then will you have the energy to set off."
After speaking, walk straight upstairs.
Now, he is really the only one left in the huge old house.
Okay, okay...
The next day, Zhou Qingfu got up early and said farewell.
He has been in the Shen's house for so many years, but not many things have been taken away.
Just a suitcase, light and simple, just like he used to.
What has been lost is only years. What was once a teenager is now dying old, and things are different.
Shen Chunhang handed the check prepared in advance to him: "There is not much money, so you have the right to be careful. Your contribution to this family over the years is definitely not measurable by money alone."
"I can't ask for it!" Zhou Qingfu refused repeatedly.
"That said, Quan beware."
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