Chapter 121

Zhu Wenshu replied truthfully: "I have your fans in my circle of friends."

"oh."

Ling Chen's voice sank, replaced by a series of chaotic piano sounds.

It seemed that his fingers were carelessly brushing over the keys.

Wanting to know what he was doing, but afraid of getting an answer he didn't want to hear, Zhu Wenshu pondered for a moment before asking, "Didn't you go to your birthday?"

Ling Chen: "Aren't you free?"

"..."

Although his mood was very low, Zhu Wenshu's heart still missed a beat uncontrollably.

She sighed silently, looking at the dim light outside the window, not knowing what to say.

After a brief silence, Ling Chen felt that she didn't seem to want to talk much, so he changed the topic.

"Where are you?"

"I'm back to Huiyang."

Zhu Wenshu was afraid that his emotions would be too obvious, so he added, "Grandpa and grandma miss me very much, so come back to be with them."

Ling Chen didn't speak any more, and there was no noise on the other end of the phone.

"And you?"

Zhu Wenshu still couldn't help asking.

"I'm in the piano room."

"one person?"

"Um."

Zhu Wenshu let out a muffled "Oh".

"Then I won't bother you."

"Don't worry."

Ling Chen said, "I'm just free to practice the piano."

"Okay, then you can practice."

Zhu Wenshu didn't know what to say anymore, as if there was nothing to talk about, "I'll just..."

"Listen."

"Just spend my birthday with me."

His voice also sank.

But the phrase "spend my birthday with me" is really hard for Zhu Wenshu to say no.

"good."

Ling Chen's fingers slid across the keys again, and the tone was lighter than before, "Is there anything you want to hear?"

Zhu Wenshu shook his head against the wall, "You can do whatever you want."

After a while, a somewhat familiar prelude came from the phone.

Ling Chen asked her in the sound of the piano: "Student Xiaocan, are you listening?"

"..."

Zhu Wenshu closed his eyes, covered the microphone, and sighed heavily.

"I don't want to hear it."

Chapter 43

The sound of the piano on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and suddenly there was only Zhu Wenshu's own breathing in his ears.

"Congratulations."

After a long time, Ling Chen said, "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing."

The melancholy that was stuck in his chest suddenly turned into an unknown fire after Ling Chen said those four words.

When Zhu Wenshu realized that his tone was very harsh, and he was not in the mood to make amends, after pondering for a moment, he lowered his head and said, "You should rest early, I am tired and want to sleep."

After waiting for a while, Zhu Wenshu seemed to hear Ling Chen sigh.

"When will you return to Jiangcheng tomorrow?"

"I don't know." Zhu Wenshu restrained his emotions a little, but his voice was still deep, "It depends on the situation."

"……OK."

Ling Chen's voice was like frost on the branches, thinly layered, "Go to sleep."

After hanging up the phone.

Zhu Wenshu was still holding the phone, turned over a little, and squeezed into the quilts piled up beside the bed.

Grandpa and grandma's house is quite small, and she lived in this room when she was a child, and now there are many sundries piled up in it.

But she was in such a crowded place, but she still felt empty around her.

The next morning, my grandparents got up at six o'clock and went to the vegetable market to buy the freshest ingredients.

It was only eight o'clock when breakfast was ready, and grandma went into the room to wake up Zhu Wenshu.

"Why do you fall asleep more and more as you get older?" Grandma sorted out the bed sheet, "Are you usually late for class, right? This is not good, students will tell behind their backs."

"Will not."

Zhu Wenshu yelled, "I've never been late once."

"That's good."

Grandma looked back at Zhu Wenshu, frowned and said, "Did you get enough sleep?"

"Playing with the phone at night."

Zhu Wenshu hurriedly answered a few words before going out to have breakfast, and then went back to the room to catch up on sleep with the excuse that he didn't sleep well.

Until the afternoon, grandparents were going to play cards, and before going out, they asked, "When are you going back to Jiangcheng today?"

Zhu Wenshu glanced at the sky, the warm winter sun reflected the flowers and plants raised by grandpa shiny. Thinking of Jiang Cheng's gloomy past two days, she lowered her head and said, "Let's go back after dinner."

"Can you make it?"

grandma asked.

"It's too late." Zhu Wenshu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "The last bus is at 7 o'clock, and there are still tickets."

"Seven o'clock..."

Grandma muttered, "It's getting dark, and it's already nine o'clock when we arrive in Jiangcheng. I don't worry, you should go back early."

"It's okay, the bus is not a black car, I often take a taxi alone at night in Jiangcheng."

Zhu Wenshu bought the tickets and held his grandma's arm, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to play cards."

I spent the whole afternoon in the chess and card activity room. After dinner, my grandparents sent Zhu Wenshu to the bus station.

The winter night came early, and the grandparents and grandchildren walked slowly under the street lamps.

Grandma walks slowly, along the way

He and Zhu Wenshu nag about the trivial matters in life. Zhu Wenshu sometimes listens to a few sentences, sometimes distracted.

Until they passed through a small alley, grandparents saw someone selling oranges on a small truck by the side of the road, so they insisted on buying some called Zhu Wenshu to take back to Jiangcheng.

The car was filled with bright oranges, and grandparents picked and picked for a long time before loading a few.

Standing on the side of the road, Zhu Wenshu wrapped his scarf tightly, looked around casually, and saw the street sign on the side of the street - "Baihua Lane".