Her Little Sweet Lover

October, the hot summer still leaves a little tail, nostalgic and refuses to leave.

But Qiu Feng seemed to be unable to wait, squeezing into the gap and drilling in, sooner or later he could feel the slightest coolness.

Xingqi Kindergarten still has half an hour to finish school.

The children who are free to move around in the yard are chattering and laughing like little birds.

Probably the most carefree stage of life is now.

A short time later, a young man appeared at the entrance of the kindergarten, with heroic eyebrows and a hale-and-white silhouette. A gray windbreaker set him up and straight.

He glanced across the garden, looking for someone.

On the colorful slide in the southeast corner, a little girl slid down, her center of gravity was unstable, and she lay down on the ground. She did not cry, patted her **** and stood up, looking forward, like a ghost. I want to slip when I shrink.

But it was too late, He Youting called her: "Xiaomi."

Millet shuddered and turned back tremblingly, reluctantly, "Uncle."

Xiaomi was born with self-rolling, her eyes were black and bright like a doll, "Where's my mom?"

"Your mother has something to go out of town. Let me pick you up. If you want to go to me today, it's still grandpa."

Xiaomi blurted out, "Too grandpa!"

It was too obvious, she was a little vacant, stumbled and explained: "I think it's too grandpa."

He Youting squatted down, saw her through, and buckled her forehead with his fingers, "I have to paint when I go to grandpa's house."

Xiaomi pouted: "I don't like drawing."

"Tell your mom."

There were strangers in the yard, and soon a young woman came out from the building and walked to them, "Sir, may I ask you?"

Looking down, seeing Xiaomi next to him, it suddenly dawned on him, "Are you Tang Zixin's father? It was her mother who used to communicate with us, and I have never seen you."

Millet's name is Tang Zixin, a typical name born after 10.

He Youting explained, "I am her uncle."

Xiaomi cleverly called people: "Teacher Qin Yue."

Qin Yue bent down with a smile and touched Xiaomi's curls: "Go and play."

Xiaomi didn't dare to move, so he looked up at He Youting first.

It wasn't until He Youting nodded that she ran away like an amnesty.

Qin Yue said: "You came a bit early, and school will be over a while later, the teacher still has something to explain."

He Youting nodded, "It's okay, I'll wait a while."

Qin Yue invited him into the building and took him to the rest area of ​​the lobby. He Youting thanked him.

Qin Yue had already walked to the top of the stairs and glanced back, somehow, she always felt that he was familiar, maybe he had seen it somewhere.

He waited for a while and processed a few work emails with his mobile phone. After a while, the noise in the hall seemed to be a little lower. The children were all called over by the teacher, probably assigning tasks.

When the surrounding is quiet, other voices become clearer.

There is the sound of the piano not far away, which is the theme song of a movie, "I'm going to be with you", the light and playful piano sound, it sounds soothing.

He Youting leaned back on the colorful plastic chair and listened for a while. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. After ten seconds, he changed to the famous piano song "The Wedding in a Dream".

Probably it is a song that everyone has heard, but most laymen can't name it.

He Youting is also a layman, but he knows this song.

There is a girl in my memory, she also likes to play this song.

He Youting got up and walked towards the end of the corridor looking for a voice.

The door of the piano room was ajar. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a girl in a skirt was sitting on the side of the bench with her back to the door. The sunlight hit her body and plated her with a soft gold.

Her fingers jumped lightly, and notes flowed from her fingers, dancing with the setting sun. Occasionally turning the face sideways, the straight nose tip and the rosy lips form an extremely beautiful curve, and the shaggy hair around the neck adds gentleness.

He Youting stared at the girl intently until she realized that there was someone behind her, and the sound of the piano disappeared.

She turned around and saw He Youting at the door.

At that second, He Youting's heart beat slightly, and subconsciously tightened his fists.

The girl in front of her has delicate eyebrows, fair skin, familiar and unfamiliar outline, as if pulling him into those long-lasting memories hidden in the bottom of her heart.

Many years ago, there was a ferocious little girl who yelled at him every day, but when others bullied him, she waved her small fist to block him.

She forced him to call her: Boss.

She accidentally injured his hand and was going to buy medicine to let him wait for her.

He waited.

She never came back.

"Hello," Yu Xinghe walked over, "What can I do for you?"

His thoughts were pulled back, and the girl was in front of him. He stared at her for a while, wanting to confirm, but was afraid of admitting mistakes, hesitated, he tentatively said: "I am He Youting."

He looked into her eyes, trying to catch a trace of fluctuations in it.

Yu Xinghe was taken aback for a moment, his face was full of doubts, and he obviously didn't understand why the man in front of him suddenly reported his name.

Someone outside called her, she responded, and hurriedly went back to fetch the piano score, took the key to the piano room, and walked to the door. She was a little sorry: "Excuse me, you can't enter the piano room casually."

He Youting's eyes flowed on her face. A few seconds later, he stepped aside and watched her lock the door, turned around, walked calmly, and walked to the invisible place.

Did you admit it wrong?

Xiaomi carrying a small schoolbag, ran over and said, "Uncle, you can go."

On the way back to He's house, He Youting drove, and in the child safety seat behind him, Xiaomi twisted his body and squatted on the glass to play.

He Youting glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Xiaomi."

Xiaomi's spirits were suddenly tense, "Huh?"

"Have you mentioned before that you have a new piano teacher."

Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."

"what is her name?"

Xiaomi said: "Teacher Xinghe."

He Youting squeezed the steering wheel: "What?"

"The star is the star of the sky full of little stars, and the He is the He of the green and green seedlings." Xiaomi learned what Yu Xinghe said to introduce herself, milky milky.

He's house.

Dinner is ready, He Youting asked the aunt at home: "Where is Grandpa?"

Aunt Zhou said, "Call upstairs and let you eat first."

After hearing it, Xiaomi washed her hands and jumped onto the table, bibimbing herself.

She has never been vague about eating.

He Youting was absent-minded, a bowl of rice was eaten quickly, and he hurriedly, glanced at the opposite side, Xiaomi was using chopsticks to pick onions.

"Millet, don't be picky eaters."

Millet wrinkled her nose and didn't dare not listen to him, so she put it back in a whisper, "I don't like to eat onions."

He Youting glanced at Xiaomi and suddenly said, "I will send you to school tomorrow."

"..." Xiaomi opened her mouth.

Doesn't it need to be punished so severely for not eating onions?

He Youting's sister, He Siling, spoiled her daughter, and her husband was stationed in the Shenzhen branch all the year round, so his stern uncle became the only object of Xiaomi's fear.

The kind that will suffocate in five minutes alone.

Aunt Zhou Tengteng ran downstairs and went straight to He Youting, "The old gentleman asked you to go to the study," she lowered her voice, "Be careful, it seems that something is going on, and her tone is not very good."

He Youting seemed to have expected the same, and before going upstairs, he asked Aunt Zhou: "After a while, Xiaomi has finished eating, let her paint first."

Aunt Zhou agreed, looking at his back, squeezing sweat for him.

Less than half a minute after He Youting went upstairs, there was a "slap" in the study. Something fell to the ground. The old man roared full of breath, and his voice came downstairs clearly, "What a good thing you did!"

Millet shivered with fright. It was a long time since she saw her grandfather getting angry. Auntie hurriedly covered her ears: "Hurry up, we'll go back to the room after eating."

In the study of Grandpa He, a few thick hardcover books were scattered all over the floor. He Youting's side face had two scratches, it was already red, and a faint blood oozes out, which was obviously smashed out by something on the ground.

He Jichang got angry when he saw his dissatisfaction, and put one hand on his chest, the other pointed at him, "I also hope that you can carry the burden of the He family in the future and see what you have done!"

"Kick the chair and you will be happy? I handed over the website to you to let you learn how to do business, not to be a gangster!"

He Youting put his hands behind him, his eyes kept awake, "He hit my product manager."

He Jichang was stunned for a moment, obviously unexpected, he stared at him for a while, his tone eased a little, "Then you will call back? This is a business field, what a joke! Do you think that the He family has come to this day by gangsters? Fight? You should take those stinky problems to the company when you were studying."

"I didn't hit him, just warn me, don't touch me."

"Don't talk back to me."

He Youting did not speak any more.

In front of outsiders, he is a generous manager Xiao He, black and white that doesn't work well for him, and he's not afraid of anything. Only here with Mrs. He, he can constrain a little.

The old man walked back and forth a few steps, walked around behind the antique table that had been precious for decades, tapped twice with his fingers on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "Go and apologize."

"I'm not going." Rejected simply and neatly.

He Jichang had nothing to do with this deadly grandson. He Youting didn't wait for him to speak, he bent down to pick up the book on the floor, wiped off the contaminated dust with his thumb, and placed it neatly on the corner of the table.

"Grandpa, if you hand over the website to me, you have to trust me completely. I don't need such a partner. I should compensate and withdraw the agreement. I will find a way to make up for the loss, but I will not apologize."

Old man He was speechless.

The antique wall clock on the east wall of the study is ticking, and the grandfather and grandson are not looking at each other, and the atmosphere in the room can freeze.

He Youting glanced at the time, "I have to go, you remember to eat."

When I returned to my home, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He Youting took off his coat when he entered the door, flicked the car key on the porch cabinet, and went directly into the bathroom.

After a while, there was a rushing sound of water inside.

The bathroom door was not closed tightly, and warm steam continuously gushed out of a narrow gap.

He Youting squeezed a few men's facial cleansers and rubbed it on his face twice. The side of his face was faintly painful before he noticed the scars on his face.

He is a little helpless, the old man really can do it.

Take a shower in ten minutes. He drew a bath towel around his waist at random, his body was steaming hot, and water drops slid all the way from his strong and wide chest and melted into the soft bath towel.

Open the refrigerator and take out a can of beer, and wipe out more than half in one go. Turning around, I saw that the light in the study was still on, probably I forgot to turn it off yesterday.

He walked over, put his hands on the table, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

Yu Xinghe's unfamiliar eyes today were all in his mind.

Drops of water dripped onto the table with a clatter.

He opened his eyes, opened the drawer, found an old notebook, and pulled out a yellowed photo from it.

In the photo, a pretty-looking girl with a ponytail was attacking a thin boy with a water gun. The boy's eyes seemed to be in the water and closed tightly. Two little hands were subconsciously blocking his face, but his expression was smiling.

Very happy to be "bully".

He Youting clicked on the little girl's face in the photo with his hand. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, He Youting poked vigorously.

"ungrateful."

He turned his eyes and saw the scar on the back of his left hand.

In twelve years, you have changed from an arrogant and agile girl to a gentle and indifferent woman.

I can still recognize you at a glance.

Long time no see, Yu Xinghe.

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