Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

Chapter 46

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Gu Miao was pushed awake.

The lights on the roof were bright and dazzling, and the gloomy pain in his heart came up again. He forced himself to close his eyes and stop thinking about it.

But the person who came to him pushed him unwillingly, "Young man, young man, wake up, look at what you have lost? A burglar may have entered our house."

The nerves in Gu Miao's brain tightened instantly, and he jumped up from the bed, flipping through his bag frantically.

fine.

Holding the re-adhesive card and the pair of gold-rimmed glasses tightly in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing these things are still there.

The person next to him sighed helplessly, "Who told you to watch this? Why steal such a worthless thing? Check if your cell phone is still there."

Gu Miao took out her pocket, and sure enough, it was empty.

The person who stole it should be one of the people who lived in this house yesterday, and he got up this morning and went to the empty building.

At first, everyone didn't care, thinking that he was out looking for work. It was not until tonight that everyone found that the valuables in their pockets were gone, and the man never came back, and then they realized that something was wrong.

After coming out of the police station, the night had already spread out, and the cool wind was blowing slowly. Gu Miao walked behind the group of people, her heart was cold and astringent.

He was confused and didn't know where to go.

There are many tall buildings in the distance, the lights are bright, and the night sky is dotted with sparse stars. This city, which carries the dreams of countless people, is still beautiful and prosperous.

But the young man was sad, the cold night wind blew the flowers by the roadside, and a few petals fluttered in the night.

Dim street lamps illuminate the road, and his eyes seem to be integrated into the endless night, empty, dark, without any light.

The thief was quickly arrested. He was obviously the first to commit a crime. He was not skilled and did not plan his route very well. The track of his movements was clearly photographed by roadside surveillance.

But those mobile phones had already been sold, and in the end, only a watch was found in his package that had not yet been sold.

The police changed the watch to Gu Miao and comforted: "Young man, it's alright, take the things back first, we will recover the mobile phone as soon as possible."

She bought the watch with all her salary from last summer vacation, but it was not worth even a fraction of the watch on her wrist.

Gu Miao took it silently.

Tonight's night sky is adorned with a crescent moon, and the young man looked up at the empty street.

Moonlight is very gentle.

There were tears in his silent eyes.

The boy who once hid in the dark, madly and humbly recited the moonlight, he did not dare to get close, just looked at it from a distance, and was satisfied.

But the moonlight fell into the mortal world, and he also generously favored him.

It was a warmth he had never felt before.

So greed grows wildly in his heart like weeds, and he begins to be afraid of the days without light, afraid of returning to a world without light.

He knew that he was not worthy, but the moonlight was so beautiful that when he looked at her, he couldn't help but feel paranoid.

The thin figure of the young man is like a lonely ghost, wandering in the night of the sea market.

He has no family, no money, and even his only dream no longer belongs to him.

A row of buses was parked in the distance, and a few summer flying insects fluttered in front of the headlights.

A middle-aged, chunky middle-aged man came over, "Hey, boy, do you want to take a car? Where are you going? It's the peak season recently, and the tickets inside are all sold out. I still have them here."

It was a ticket dealer.

Gu Miao frowned and ignored him.

The man stuck it up like a candy bar, "Look at my tickets, they are available everywhere, look at Nancheng, Linshi, and Pingcheng, they all have them, and they are all very cheap."

The boy's footsteps stagnated, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse because he had not spoken for a long time, "How much does it cost to go to Pingcheng?"

His eyes passed through the cold and bustling street scene, and melted into the vast night of the sea market.

Maybe the city never welcomed him. He lost his parents here, was kicked out of the house, and even the only warmth and longing in his life left him.

The night wind was cold and long, and when the uncle heard that there was a play, he became interested, "Pingcheng, that's a long way. The bus has to take a day and a night. My ticket is for a sleeper, 280."

The boy's eyes were downcast, and the empty night wind blew the corners of his clothes, making him look extremely thin.

"Take one," he said.

The uncle looked overjoyed, "Hey, okay, now the nearest train is at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and the bus to Pingcheng is once a week. If you are not in a hurry, you can buy next week's."

"It's going to be this week." Gu Miao said.

The ticket is a thin piece of paper that can be blown away at any time in the hand.

Gu Miao shrunk, hugged her luggage, and squatted on the side of the road at the bus station.

The night wind was slightly cool, he was only wearing a thin short sleeve, and when the wind blew, a layer of goose bumps appeared on his arms.

In the middle of the night, several cars from the bus station roared towards the street and gradually disappeared into the night.

He dug out the patched greeting card in his bag and looked at it over and over again, his cold eyes showing nostalgia.

The bus station was a bit deserted at night, the uncle who bought the ticket had nothing to do, so he squatted beside Gu Miao and looked up and down with a pair of glasses.

"This is what your little lover wrote for you." He teased.

The boy's lips were white and he shook his head.

"Then you should like her, right? I don't think you will go for a day or two. What's the matter, don't you go and say goodbye to her?"

The boy looked miserable, "I can't disturb her."

The uncle slapped his thigh, "Why, why don't you say goodbye, why bother, if you don't go to her, you might regret it for the rest of your life."

A bus roared at the entrance, and many people stood under the bus, wiping their tears and saying goodbye.

The uncle Nunuzui said, "Look, they are all leaving tonight, going to Songshi, which is farther than Pingcheng. Let's see what these people cry like."

The dull cry crossed the night and got into Gu Miao's arms. The shameful delusions in his heart were like dandelion seeds floating in unintentionally, growing silently and silently.

Just take a look, he silently told himself in his heart, just take a look.

Then I finally said a happy birthday to her, and then I left without disturbing her again.

He put the card back in his pocket and attached it to the pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The headlights not far away were dazzlingly bright, and the boy was carrying his bag, carrying the most precious thing he had held for more than ten years, to say a permanent farewell to the girl he loved.

The crystal lamp on the top of the living room reflects a little light and sprinkles it on the smooth marble slab.

Fu Xun was playing games on the sofa when the landline next to him suddenly rang.

He picked it up impatiently.

"Hello, are you a resident of the third building? A gentleman at the door said he was looking for Miss Cheng."

The climax of the game is going on. The boy who has no interest in listening to this, replied perfunctorily: "Let him in."

After hanging up the phone, he lost the team battle. He threw the phone on the sofa angrily, and as soon as his head was clear, he suddenly remembered what the security guard said.

Looking for Cheng Chu? He opened the door, stood at the door of the house, and saw a young man walking in the distance in the dark.

His hair seemed to be carefully combed, only a strand of it was blown by the breeze, and it was slanted on his forehead, looking gentle and handsome, but Qingjun's eyebrows were full of exhaustion.

But Fu Xun didn't notice this. He folded his arms around his chest, but in his mind he only thought of how embarrassed Cheng Chu looked when he came back today.

On weekdays, girls always use all kinds of exquisite clips to fix their hair, covered with a little muddy water, tens of thousands of small skirts are dirty, and the calves and arms are scratched with blood by small stones. When the medicine was applied, he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The boy got closer and looked at Fu Xun with a sincere expression, "Hello, I want to find Cheng Chu."

Fu Xun raised his chin and looked arrogant, "You live in Yuqing Lane?"

Although he didn't know why he asked, Gu Miao nodded.

Hearing his answer, the little boy's narrow phoenix eyes instantly lit up with fire.

Gu Miao lowered her head, her straight back was slightly arched, and she pleaded, "Can you tell her, can I wait for him at the door, my name is Gu Miao."

Fu Xun looked at him and said coldly, "She said she didn't want to see you."

At night, the villa area is brightly lit, and the lush camphor trees are swaying in the wind.

The young man's face turned pale instantly, as if his strength was taken away, he staggered slightly, and then barely stood up straight.

I don't know how long it took, he squeezed out a uglier than bitter smile, his voice was hoarse, "Then can you say to her instead of me, happy birthday."

Fu Xun looked at him with a lost face, the anger that had just burned a little weaker, but his tone was still stiff, "She is in a bad mood today, try to come back tomorrow, maybe she is in a good mood tomorrow, and she is willing to see you. already."

The boy's face was pale, but his black eyes were darker than the night, bottomless, without a trace of light.

He whispered, "Thank you."

Fu Xun felt a little guilty inexplicably, "Okay, you can go back. There are still a few days until her birthday, so let's talk about it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

The swaying night wind is very cold, and the broken breath is like a knife scratching his throat.

Gu Miao thought of the snow in Pingcheng when she was a child, and it seemed to be so cold.

Tonight's moon is very bright, but Fu Xun's light words will make the world completely dark.

He stayed at the door of the villa, lost his mind, and he didn't know how long he stood there.

A light rain fell gradually from the sky, soaking his hair, which he had carefully combed to meet the girl.

After an unknown amount of time, until the clothes on his body were getting soaked, he suddenly remembered the broken greeting card in his bag.

He collapsed and hugged the bag in his arms, rain dripping from his wet forehead.

He squatted down, moved to the edge of the fence, and tightly protected the bag in his arms, but the eaves were very narrow, and the pattering rain still dripped down on his calf.

The rain gradually stopped, and high-pitched dog howls could be heard from the villa next door.

The fence on the side made a soft creak, and the girl stood not far away, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

"It's really you? It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Gu Miao raised her head suddenly, a pair of dark eyes seemed to be lit by the stars.

His pale face was dripping with water.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: Before leaving, I just want to see her again.

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