The corridor was full of sunlight, and Cheng Chu was sitting on the sofa not far away.
After a while, the door of the room was opened with a "bang". The young man stood not far away, the water on his pale cheeks was still dry, a few strands of broken hair stuck to his forehead, and the silver-framed glasses slid loosely to the tip of his nose.
"Okay, okay." He lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and his ears were red.
Cheng Chu pursed his lips and smiled, "I made porridge, let's have breakfast first."
The casserole was large and heavy, and the handle was wrapped in a layer of insulating cloth.
Gu Miao took a few steps forward, "I'm coming."
With the windows open in the house, the early morning wind after the rain has a slight smell of grass.
The two sat facing each other, and the young man wanted to bury his head when he thought of the embarrassment just now.
Cheng Chu smiled, opened the lid casually, and served him porridge.
"I'm coming." He lowered his head and dared not look at her, but stubbornly grabbed the spoon.
Cheng Chu separated his hands, "Okay, you sit down, it's not just serving porridge, but what kind of effort is it?"
Hearing this, the young man hurriedly sat upright, with his back straight and his hands folded on the table, like a well-behaved elementary school student.
The china bowl was placed on the table with a soft sound.
"Okay, let's eat."
The porridge and rice are spread apart, with red shrimp and green onion, and the aroma is fragrant.
Gu Miao scooped a spoonful, and the sweet taste melted from her mouth.
"Is it delicious, is it delicious?" The girl propped her head up, blinking her peach blossom eyes.
The boy nodded, "It's delicious."
The girl burst into a smile, and joy climbed up her brows along the corner of her mouth, her peach blossom eyes curved into small crescents.
"I did it for the first time, and I didn't expect it to be quite successful."
Gu Miao's hand was stagnant, and the warmth spread down her throat and slowly spread to the bottom of her heart.
This was the first time someone made breakfast for him after his parents left.
The young man lowered his head, covered his red eyes, and took several sips in a row.
The bottom of the small porcelain bowl was seen in three or two strokes.
"Is it so delicious?" She happily served it to him again, "Then drink more."
The boy's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and he picked up the bowl and sent it to his mouth.
The morning after the rain is no longer hot, and the mist of seafood porridge has not dissipated, and the half-pot of porridge has bottomed out.
The teenager packed up the tableware, pondered for a moment, got up and said, "I should go."
With little money left on him, the immediate priority is to find a house to live in.
Cheng Chu pulled on his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"
The ticket had long since been shredded into pieces, but she still asked with lingering fears.
Gu Miao pursed her lips, but didn't tell her that she was kicked out of the house.
The girl's heart was as soft as a piece of cotton, and she would be so sad to hear these words.
He frowned indifferently and said, "I've found a job, and I'm going to work today."
"Then I'll go with you." Cheng Chu said quickly, "I have nothing to do at home anyway, I want to follow you."
Gu Miao's dark eyes showed some embarrassment.
"Forget it, am I being too noisy and it will affect your work?"
"No." Gu Miao quickly denied, "It's just that I have something to do today, or next time, I'll take you there next time."
Cheng Chu nodded obediently, "Then don't stop answering the phone. I'm very worried that I can't find you."
"I accidentally lost my phone a few days ago." Gu Miao frowned and said in a deep voice, "That's why I didn't receive your call."
He lowered his eyes, his trembling eyelashes revealed a little guilt, "I'm sorry."
"So it is." Cheng Chu smiled slightly, the small dimples on his cheeks looming, "Then you don't have a mobile phone now, how can I find you."
Gu Miao hurriedly said: "I'll buy it after get off work, and then send a text message to tell you."
"Okay." Cheng Chu nodded, "Then you lost your phone, and the phones inside are gone."
She took the pen from the pen holder on the side, "Hand out."
The early morning wind blew up the curtains, and the boy stretched out his hand obediently.
The girl lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, "I'll write my phone number on your hand."
The boy's palm was wide, with distinct palm lines, and the thin tip of the pen was like a feather, making his heart itch for a while.
How could he not remember her phone number
But the boy still opened his palm obediently, slightly possessing him.
"Okay." The girl approached gently and blew against his palm.
Gu Miao's heart tightened for a while.
He retracted his hand stiffly, clenching his palm involuntarily.
"Eh, eh." The girl took a few steps forward, grabbed his hand, and said in a hurry, "If you can't hold it, the words will be messed up."
The boy clumsily opened his palms and gave a dull "Oh".
A few gardenias are planted in the garden, and when the breeze blows, the light fragrance of flowers fills the house.
Cheng Chu took Gu Miao to the door when Sister Song was not paying attention.
The bright sun shines in the early morning, the girl raised her head, and the bright peach blossom eyes sprinkled fine light.
"You're not leaving, are you?" She pursed her lips, confirming again and again with fear.
Gu Miao's hand clenched tightly, and overwhelming regret poured into her heart.
"Won't."
Even if all this is empty and empty, he is willing to indulge forever.
It will be Cheng Chu's birthday in a few days.
The 18-year-old's coming-of-age ceremony was grand and luxurious. The Cheng family booked the entire InterContinental Hotel and invited almost all their friends.
The clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.
Ecuadorian roses brought in by air filled the entire venue, dazzling crystal lamps refracted shredded light, and even the cakes that seemed to be randomly placed on the table were small and delicate.
There was an endless stream of people who came to talk, Cheng Chu held his brother's hand and smiled lightly and politely.
When the moon was on the branches, this exquisite and luxurious adult ceremony finally came to an end.
The black Bentley drove silently into the night.
The door of the hotel is brightly lit, and a slightly curled back is faint.
Cheng Chu's heart skipped a beat.
When the cool wind blew into the car at night, she reacted and said quickly, "Stop the car."
Hearing the words, the driver slowly slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.
"What's wrong?" Fu Rong asked.
Cheng Chu's eyes flashed: "I seem to have something left in the hotel."
Fu Rong didn't care, "Then call the hotel and let them deliver it tomorrow."
Cheng Chu looked back.
The thin figure shrank in the dark corner, the cold wind blew the corner of the boy's clothes, and the figure shivered indistinctly.
She turned around and said, "No, that thing is very important, I'm afraid they won't find it."
Fu Rong waved her hand and said helplessly, "Then go find it, we'll wait for you here."
"No need, no need." Cheng Chu said quickly, "Go back first, and take a taxi by yourself when you find me."
After all, Fu Rong finally nodded.
When he got out of the car, the cold wind blew over. Cheng Chu was wearing a sleeveless dress and trembled unconsciously.
She stepped on high heels, lifted her skirt, and ran to the corner.
"Gu Miao—"
The girl's crisp voice swayed in the night.
In the dark corner, the figure froze suddenly.
The young man looked back.
The moonlight was gentle, and the girl ran towards him with her skirt slightly lifted.
The crimson skirt is like a flower blooming in the early spring, swaying in the cold night wind.
There is a very light fragrance on her body, and it also carries the coolness of the summer night, which makes the young man's heart tremble.
"Are you here to wish me a happy birthday?"
The girl raised her head, and the sky filled with stars and rivers adorned those touching peach blossom eyes.
The young man lowered his eyes, his eyes unconsciously swept across her snow-white shoulders and neck, staggered like an electric shock.
His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and the emotions in his heart rippled.
"Well." He pursed his lips, raised his eyes and said softly, "Happy birthday, Cheng Chu."
The smile in the girl's eyes gradually spread to the corners of her mouth, "Thank you."
"But." She paused before saying, "You should call me Chu Chu."
The moonlight was just right tonight, and the madly beating heart of the boy suddenly stagnated.
The words "Chu Chu" seemed to be on fire, and they rolled over the corners of my heart and mouth with impunity.
The girl raised her eyebrows, and the red dress on her body made her brows bright, "Say it again."
He moved his lower lip, and the surging emotions in his heart turned over and over again.
The stars in the dark night blinked, and the boy's deep voice was low and low.
"Chuchu, happy birthday."
The bright lights in the hotel came through slightly, illuminating the dim corners.
Cheng Chu said, "Are there any gifts?"
Her star eyes filled with anticipation.
The not very expensive watch was still lying in the bag, Gu Miao closed her eyes, hiding the embarrassment in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Chu Chu, I..."
"It's okay." Cheng Chu interrupted him.
She understands the predicament of teenagers. Even if he buys a mobile phone, he can only buy a second-hand old phone. How can he still have money to buy gifts
Next to the hotel, the lush trees dropped a few leaves in the night wind.
Gu Miao's fingertips stiffened slightly, her lips pursed white.
There had never been a moment when he hated his poverty so much.
The summer wind was cold and long, blowing on his heart that was trembling at the sight of the girl.
The blood running in his bones gradually cooled down, he lowered his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.
The next second, a warm touch came from the cold joints.
The girl lowered her head, wrapped the boy's clenched hands, and said softly, "It's okay, you don't have to blame yourself."
He raised his eyes slightly, those clean and bright peach eyes, flowing with a soft light of tolerance.
The hot love spread in his heart instantly.
In the darkness, the girl blinked and said, "Actually, you still have gifts for me."
Gu Miao's breathing was stagnant, "What?"
The girl leaned over, and the layered skirts swayed slightly, as bright as fire.
There was shyness in her crisp voice, "Kiss me."
The night was dark, Gu Miao's dark pupils shrank, and her voice trembled, "What, what?"
"A kiss on the day you turned eighteen is a gift from you."
There was a little shyness in the girl's voice: "Would you like to?"
Something exploded in his heart, time passed quietly, Gu Miao didn't know how long it took before he found the sound in the chaotic heartbeat.
"Okay." His voice was hoarse.
A car passed quietly not far away, and the bright lights passed through the layers of flowers and trees, casting fine spots of light in the dark corners.
The boy's face was crimson, he held his breath, and slowly, he placed a kiss on the girl's lips.
The car gradually moved away, and the corner was dark.
The girl released the hand that held the skirt, and then quietly wrapped it around the boy's neck.
When she was eighteen, her favorite gift was a kiss.
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