Chapter 612: Word on banknotes (2)

"Mr.?" It happened to go to the cashier of the money. The fingertips fell empty. Some of them looked up and looked at Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng did not hear it, and took the paper money to his eyes.
The paper money is a bit old, and it must have been a lot of people's hands. The color of the handwriting has also faded, but it is enough for him to see the words written on it.
The font is neat, compared to the present, the pen is slightly green, but the rest of the life is only gazing for a few seconds, it is determined in the bottom of my heart, that is his word.
There are only six words on the banknote, a very simple six words.
But he focused on the above words, in the bottom of my heart, a word, a twirling and repeated silent reading several times, only then put the sentence together.
"Small-love, sorry."
Little to do - love, sorry...
Xiaozuo-love... From the small A letter, you can understand that it was the nickname that he gave her when he was in high school...
Sorry... Does he apologize to her again?
If, as Qin Qinai and Wu Hao said, he and her were not familiar with high school, then what do he need to apologize to her?
And... why didn't he be in front of her, apologize to her, why write on paper money?
The game of writing this banknote, he knew it when he was very young, was told by his mother.
The mother said that if there is anything that does not dare to say to the most important person in your life, then write it on the paper money, maybe one day, you can flow to that person's hand.
He has never played that game for years.
Because he has never had any important people in his life until he met a small trouble. He thought it was the first one. He thought that the night of happy little trouble was the first time he played this game. I thought... once, he used to play...
Gu Yusheng held the finger of the banknote and began to tremble gently. His plain face was filled with subtle emotions.
The waiter quietly looked at him a few times, watching him stare at the money, like a fixed, and did not respond, he reached out and knocked on the cashier: "Mr?"
Gu Yusheng made a shock and took a look at her.
"Sir, you still have one hundred yuan less," the waiter said.
Gu Yusheng immediately reached out and took another banknote from his pocket and placed it on the checkout counter.
He took the cigarette and didn't even wait for the change. He took the door and left the store.
He rushed to his car, reached out, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, slammed the throttle, and rushed to the old house.
It’s definitely not like Qin Yu’s love and Wu Hao’s. When he was in high school, he and she absolutely had an intersection...
Otherwise he won't, write this sentence on the banknote.
Just... eight years ago, what did he do to be sorry for her? Why is there no impression in his brain?
Gu Yusheng thought, the strength of stepping on the throttle is even heavier.
He ignored the red light, did not care about speeding, but just desperately went to the old house of Gujia.
He is going to look for something in his high school. Perhaps, he may find something clues... He must have lost, a very important and important memory!
The car was driven to the entrance of the home of Gujia’s old house. Gu Yusheng did not turn off the car and went straight to the closed door. He reached out and pressed the doorbell.