Chapter 47:

The corridor was flooded with sunlight, and Cheng Chu sat on the sofa not far away.
After a while, the door of the room was opened with a "bang". The boy stood not far away, the water on his pale cheeks was not yet dry, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and the silver-framed glasses slipped 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 is large and heavy, with a layer of insulation cloth wrapped around the handle.
Gu Miao took a few steps forward, "I'm coming."
There are windows in the house, and the morning wind smells slightly grassy after rain.
The two sat facing each other, and the boy thought of the embarrassment just now and wanted to bury his head.
Cheng Chu smiled, opened the lid casually and served him porridge.
"I'm coming." He hung his head and dared not look at her, but stubbornly grabbed the spoon.
Cheng Chu separated his hand, "Okay, sit down, isn't it just serving a porridge, but what kind of hard work is it."
Hearing this, the young man hurriedly sat with his back straight, his arms folded on the table, like a well-behaved pupil.
The porcelain bowl was placed on the table with a soft sound.
"Well, eat."
The porridge and rice are boiled and scattered, with red shrimp meat adorned with green and white green onions, and the aroma is tangy.
Gu Miao took a spoon, and the sweetness melted from her mouth.
"Is it delicious? Is it delicious?" The girl held her head, her bright peach eyes blinked.
The boy nodded, "It's delicious."
The girl smiled suddenly, joyfully crawling up the eyebrows along the corner of her mouth, her peach blossom eyes bend into small crescents.
"I did it for the first time, and I didn't expect it to be quite successful."
Gu Miao's hand stagnated, and the warmth spread along his throat, slowly reaching the bottom of his heart.
This is the first time someone has cooked breakfast for him after his parents left.
The boy lowered his head, covered his red eyes, and drank several sips in a row.
The little porcelain bowl hit the bottom in twos or twos.
"Is it so delicious?" She happily gave him another Sheng, "Then you can drink more."
The boy's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and he picked up the bowl and sent it into his mouth.
The morning after the rain is no longer hot, the haze of seafood porridge has not dissipated, and half a pot of porridge has reached the bottom.
The boy packed his dishes, pondered for a moment, got up and said, "I should go."
He has little money left, and the most urgent thing 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 been shredded into pieces of paper, but she still asked with lingering fear.
Gu Miao pursed her lips, and didn't tell her that she was kicked out of the house.
The girl's heart is soft as a piece of cotton, and I don't know how sad to hear these words.
He twisted his eyebrows nonchalantly and said, "I have found a job, and I want to work today."
"Then I will go with you." Cheng Chu said quickly: "I have nothing to do at home anyway, I want to follow you."
There was some embarrassment in Gu Miao's dark eyes.
"Forget it, is it because I am too noisy, it will affect your work."
"No." Gu Miao quickly denied, "It's just that there is something going on today, otherwise next time, I will take you next time."
Cheng Chu nodded obediently, "Then don't stop answering the phone. I'm very worried if I can't find you."
"I accidentally lost my phone the other day." Gu Miao raised her eyebrows 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."
"It turned out to be so." Cheng Chu smiled slightly, the dimples on his cheeks looming, "Then you don't have a mobile phone now, how can I find you."
Gu Miao said hurriedly, "I will buy it when I get off work, and then I will send you a text message to tell you."
"Okay." Cheng Chu nodded, "Then your cell phone is lost, and the phones inside are gone."
She took a pen from the pen holder on the side, "Put out your hand."
The morning wind blew the curtains, and the young man stretched out his hand obediently.
The girl lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, "I write my phone in your hand."
The young man's palms are wide, with distinct palm prints, and the thin nib is like a feather, which makes his heart itch.
How could he not remember her phone number?
But the young man still opened his palm obediently and slightly attached himself.
"Okay." The girl leaned close and blew into the palm of his hand.
Gu Miao's heart shrank for a while.
He retracted his hand stiffly and couldn't help clenching the palm of his hand.
"Eh eh eh." The girl took a few steps forward, grabbed his hand, and said anxiously: "You can't hold it, the words will be sloppy."
The boy opened his palms awkwardly and gave a dazed "Oh".
There are a few gardenias in the garden, and when the breeze blows, the light fragrance of flowers fills the house.
Cheng Chu took advantage of Song's sister-in-law and sent Gu Miao to the door.
In the early morning, the bright sun was shining, and the girl raised her head, her bright peach eyes drenched with fine light.
"You won't leave, will you?" She pursed her lips, confirming repeatedly with fear.
Gu Miao's hand on his side was clenched, and the overwhelming regret surged to the tip of his heart.
"will not."
Even if all this is emptiness and nothingness, he is willing to indulge forever.
It will be Cheng Chu's birthday in a few days.
The eighteen-year-old adult gift was grand and luxurious, and the Cheng family took the entire InterContinental Hotel and invited almost all of their friends.
The clothes are fragrant and the shadows are staggered.
Ecuadorian roses shipped by air filled the entire venue. The dazzling crystal lamps reflected the light, and even the cakes placed randomly on the table were small and delicate.
There was an endless stream of people who came to talk to him, and Cheng Chu held his brother's hand and smiled lightly and politely.
Until the end of the month, this exquisite and luxurious adult ceremony finally came to an end.
The black Bentley drove silently into the night.
The entrance of the hotel is brightly lit, and a slightly curled back is indistinct.
Cheng Chu's heart missed a beat.
When the cool wind blew into the car at night, she reacted and said quickly, "Stop the car."
Upon hearing this, the driver slowly slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.
"What's wrong?" Fu Rong asked.
Cheng Chu's eyes flashed slightly: "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, and the cold wind blew the corners of the boy's clothes, and the figure trembled undetectably.
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 you go find it, we are here waiting for you."
"No, no need." Cheng Chu said quickly: "You go back first, and I will take a taxi when I find it."
In any case, Fu Rong finally nodded.
After getting out of the car, the cold wind blew over, and Cheng Chu trembled unconsciously in a sleeveless tuxedo.
She stepped on high heels, lifted the skirt, and ran towards the corner.
"Gu Miao"
The girl's crisp voice swayed in the night.
In the dim corner, the figure froze suddenly.
The boy looked back.
The moonlight was gentle, and the girl ran towards him with her skirt slightly lifted.
The crimson skirt is like a flower that blooms in the early spring, swaying in the cold night breeze.
There is a very light fragrance on her body, and it also carries the coolness of 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 the starry sky with her beautiful eyes.
The young man lowered his eyes, and his eyes swept across her shoulders and necks that were white as snow unconsciously, staggered like an electric shock.
His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and the emotions in his heart waved.
"Yeah." 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 Chuchu."
The moonlight was just right tonight, and the boy's frantically beating heart stopped suddenly.
The word "Chu Chu" seemed to be burning with fire, and rolled around the corners of my heart and mouth unscrupulously.
The girl raised her eyebrows, her red dress lined her eyebrows brightly, "Say it again."
He Weng moved his lower lip, and the emotions in his heart rolled over and over.
The stars in the night blinked, and the young boy's deep voice was very low and low.
"Chu Chu, happy birthday."
The bright lights in the hotel shone through, illuminating the dim corners.
Cheng Chu said, "Are there any gifts?"
There was expectation in her starry eyes.
The not-so-expensive watch was still lying in his bag, and 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 young people. Even for a mobile phone, he can only buy a second-hand phone for the elderly. How can there be money for gifts?
Next to the hotel, the lush trees dropped a few leaves in the night breeze.
Gu Miao's fingertips were slightly stiff, and her lips became pale.
For a moment, he hated his poverty so much.
Xia Feng was cold and long, blowing on his heart trembling from seeing the girl.
The blood flowing in his bones gradually cooled, he lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.
In 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 lifted his eyes slightly, those clean and bright peach eyes, flowing with inclusive soft light.
The hot affection spread in his heart instantly.
In the night, the girl blinked and said, "Actually, you still have a gift to give me."
Gu Miao's breathing was slightly stagnant, "What?"
The girl leaned over, the hem of the layered skirts swaying slightly, as bright as fire.
She was shy in her crisp voice, "Kiss me."
The night was deep, Gu Miao's dark pupils shrank, and her voice trembled, "What, what?"
"A kiss on the day of eighteen, just as a gift from you."
A little shyness appeared in the girl's voice: "Are you willing?"
Something exploded in my heart, time quietly passed by, and Gu Miao didn't know how long it took before he found a voice in the chaotic heartbeat.
"Good." His voice was extremely low and dumb.
There was a car passing quietly not far away, and the bright headlights passed through the layers of flowers and trees, and scattered light spots in the dim corners.
The boy's face was flushed, holding his breath, and slowly, the kiss fell on the girl's lips.
The car gradually moved away, and the corner was dim.
The girl loosened her hand holding the skirt, and then quietly wrapped her neck around the boy's neck.
At the age of eighteen, she received her favorite gift, a kiss.
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