There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 132 Go Home (5)

He opened the storage box, took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it with a "click".

Two wisps of green smoke curled up from his fingertips, covering his chiseled face with a layer of mist.

He closed his deep eyes and took a deep breath before he felt calmer.

After a while, Zhang Tingjian came out from the ticket gate and walked towards him step by step.

Through the windshield, He Ziqian noticed that his steps were brisk, as if riding the wind.

The moment he walked in and opened the car door, He Ziqian saw a faint smile on his face.

The smile was very shallow, as if it would disappear at any moment, but if you looked carefully, you would find that the smile was completely from the bottom of my heart.

Because, there is a smile in his warm eyes, and that smile is deep and pure.

He Ziqian frowned, his face getting darker.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, held the cigarette butt in his left hand, slammed the steering wheel with his right hand, and drove out.

Zhang Tingjian also started the car, but just as he was turning, the car on his left, a blue Bugatti, turned left first.

If he hadn't stepped on the brakes in time, his Buick might have collided with the blue Bugatti.

Zhang Tingjian took a deep breath and slowed down the speed of the car.A heart was beating thumpingly, and it didn't calm down for a long time.
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The hometown is quite strange to her. When her father was there, the two of them basically went home once a year, either on May Day or on November.

After getting off the bus, she walked to her grandma's house along the path in her memory, her heart hurting hopelessly again.

This road was built in 04, and he and his father walked it no less than twenty times.

Every time I walk this road, I will meet fellow villagers who are sitting in front of their houses to enjoy the shade, or to eat.

When those fellow villagers saw Dad, they would greet him excitedly, and kept praising his excellence and ability.

But now, the road is still there, and the people on the side of the road are also there, but those voices of praise have gone away from her father and her.

Now his father was a stain to them, to their hometown, a stain to shame him.

It's too late for them to whip, how can they sincerely praise...

Gently pushing open the mahogany lacquered door, seeing that everything in the yard was the same as before, she called out tremblingly, "Grandma."

It seemed that the voice was too low, and no one responded.

She carried the luggage bag, walked across the yard, and opened the screen door at the entrance of the house.

Grandma was sitting on the sofa watching the news broadcast, and was very excited to see her coming.

She held her in her arms and whimpered, "My child, when did you return to China? Didn't you say that you will not be allowed to come back?"

Grandma didn't let her go home, firstly because the conditions at home were too harsh, there was no heating in winter and no air-conditioning in summer, a child like her who grew up in the city couldn't bear it, and secondly because after her father's accident, the villagers talked and gossiped Countless, I'm afraid she will feel sad when she hears it.

Just as she imagined, she saw grandma's old tearful face, the river of time washed away mercilessly, leaving countless mottled marks on her face, either deep or shallow, long or short.

Her heart hurt like a knife, and she decided not to shed tears from her eyes, but finally shed two clear tears.

"I just returned to China not long ago. You are my only family member in this world. How could I not come!" Zhao Wanqing said with sobs.

Her father has gone, her mother doesn't recognize her, her grandfather has passed away a few years ago, and she is left with only her grandmother in this world.

Of course she has two aunts, but there is really no difference between having and not having one.

(The internet at home hasn’t been repaired yet, so I went to the neighbor’s house to post it, and the remaining chapter will be posted around [-] o’clock tomorrow. Welcome to click Remembrance’s Chilian of the Rich Family: Belated Love, Black-bellied Chief: Dominating the Orphan Girl of the Rich Family)

(End of this chapter)