Bai Yueguang doesn't follow the script

Qian Hai took out the cigarette from the cigarette case, and was about to light it with a lighter between his mouth, when he suddenly remembered that Mrs. Qian was not in good health, so he put the cigarette back.

The boy's clear brown eyes stared straight at him, as if he could see clearly what was in his heart.

Qian Hai avoided the boy's gaze, stuffed a big mouthful of steak into his mouth, chewed it casually like a jujube, and swallowed it, took another big mouthful of drink, and then said slowly.

"You are right, I am indeed running away."

Qian Hai sighed deeply, and buried himself in hard work.

Yu Huai wanted to say something else, but Madam Qian patted the back of his hand lightly under the table.

Madam Qian and Yu Huai looked at each other with tenderness and kindness in their eyes.

Yu Huai pursed his lips, it seemed that he didn't need to worry too much.

Qian Hai has Mrs. Qian's help there.

Ten years ago, Qian Hai experienced brilliance before suddenly falling into a bottomless abyss.

Being framed by his friends and hidden by his trusted company, Qian Hai spent almost all his money to pay the liquidated damages and left Shengwei Entertainment.Then, he still pretended to be ugly day after day, and performed anonymously on the street for decades.

This is inseparable from Madam Qian's silent support behind her back.

How could such a Mrs. Qian let her husband, who was devoted to music, miss the opportunity.

"I think what Xiao Huai said makes sense. Haven't you always wanted to make music, you can just try it." Madam Qian's tone was gentle, and no one could tell that there was a trace of deliberation.

Qian Hai raised his head.

The tenderness and trust in Madam Qian's eyes made Qian Hai suddenly think of the years she had silently devoted to the family.

It may be that the iced drink just now was too sweet, and Qian Hai suddenly felt a little dry in his throat.

"me……"

"It's okay, you think about it slowly. You finally got a job opportunity. If you want to go, don't worry. Anyway, whether you go or not, I will always be your most loyal fan audience."

Qian Hai bowed his head, feeling guilty in his heart that he still hadn't improved after all these years.

It seemed like he was holding back forever.

It was the same when I filled out the volunteer application after the college entrance examination, and it is still the same now that I hold the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in my hands.

When he was hesitating on the spot, his wife always cheered him up behind him.

"I'll go!" Qian Hai suddenly made a decision.

He should indeed be stronger and braver, and not let his wife suffer with him anymore.

Madam Qian's face revealed a gratified smile.

The corners of Yu Huai's lips curled up involuntarily.

The things he and Qian Hai have suffered seem to be the same on the surface, but in fact he is alone in the end, and Qian Hai has a Mrs. Qian who trusts him.

After sending Qian Hai and his wife home, Song Shicheng asked the driver to go back first, and took the driver's seat himself.

"Xiao Huai, sit at the front."

Yu Huai sat in the passenger seat, watched Song Shicheng skillfully reverse the car at the door of Qian Hai's house, and caught sight of Song Shicheng's driver's license in the car.

"Did you get your driver's license by yourself?"

Zhou Yangshen also knew how to drive a long time ago, but the source of his driver's license is somewhat unclear.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Song Shicheng smiled.

Yu Huai looked at the driver's license over and over, with doubts in the corners of his eyes and brows.

They are all high school students who have just graduated, and they have their certificates so soon?

Yu Huai's gaze seemed to suspect that Song Shicheng's driver's license was bought through illegal channels.

After Song Shicheng reversed the car, he glanced at the young man who looked like he was asking for help.

If it wasn't for the rule that he couldn't leave the steering wheel with his hands while driving, he would have wanted to pinch the boy's soft cheeks, it was so cute.

"If you have money, you can't break the law. I can drive it many years ago, but I haven't driven it on the road. Later, I took the test as soon as I became an adult, and I passed the test. My driver's license was obtained through a legal test. Don't worry, I guarantee your safety. Send it back."

Probably Song Shicheng was really proficient in his skills, and Yu Huai felt very stable in his car all the way.

Song Shicheng delivered Yu Huai safely to the gate of the community as scheduled.

"Thank you for sending me back. Be careful when you go back," Yu Huai said.

"Hey, wait a minute." Song Shicheng pressed down the car window and shouted at Yu Huai's back.

Yu Huai turned around with questioning eyes.

Song Shicheng touched the steering wheel uncomfortably and said.

"You haven't said good night to me yet."

Yu Huai was slightly stunned, and stood where he was and said good night.

Then Song Shicheng was left alone in the car, having fun.

Good night, hehe.

Rounding it up, it's like Yu Huai said I love you to him.

——

Now at the end of August, school will start in early September soon.

Shi Guofei, who chose to repeat his studies, has been pressured by his father to study every day recently. When Yu Huai came back, the living room was quiet, and the big-headed Shi Guofei in the living room was lying on the dining table scratching his head and studying hard.

"Xiao Huai is back." The landlord greeted.

When Shi Guofei heard that Yu Huai had returned, his pained expression changed, and he immediately came alive with high spirits.

"Brother Huai!"

"Dad, I want to go to Brother Huai's room to play for a while." Shi Guofei yelled.

Seeing Yu Huai's return, the landlord heaved a sigh of relief, and threw the world famous book he was pretending to be holding on the table.

Feeling in my heart, reading is really fucking tiring!

If not to mention why his son didn't care about studying, it turned out that it was inherited from the old Shi family.

He listened to the teacher's advice and created a good reading atmosphere for his son.

If the son learns, he also learns, and he has to pretend to be present.

It turned out that this is really not a simple matter.

I can't help admiring and admiring the bully boy who lives at home.

"Okay, you can get along well with your brother Huai." The landlord immediately waved his hand in agreement.

Then what isn't it? Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

Xiao Huai was born Chi, big Chi!

"Uncle Shi, there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Let's talk about something." As soon as the landlord heard that there was something serious, he immediately waved away the troublesome son.

Yu Huai sat on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and held it in front of the landlord.

"Do you know my classmate?"

The person in the photo album is Zhou Yangshen captured by Yu Huai.

Yu Huai carefully observed the landlord's reaction, staring at him intently with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

"Ah, you said this child, of course I know him. He came to your house to look for you last time, and I even invited him to drink tea."

Shi Guofei also watched from the side, and when he heard his father's tone, he immediately dismantled the stage.

"Brother Huai, my dad must know this big brother, he is lying."

"You little bastard!"

Shi Guofei shrank his head.

"Dad, haven't you always taught me to be honest? You've obviously lied! You'd be furious if I found it out."

Shi Guofei's huge body slid aside, flexibly dodging the landlord's attack.

"Brother Huai, my dad's dialect accent is about to come out. He only does this when he's back home and when he's guilty."

Yu Huai nodded, his lips moved, and he asked.

"Did he give you 700 yuan a month to cover my rent?"

"Ah, this..." The landlord looked at the sky hesitantly.

"That's it." Yu Huai concluded.

"I hope you won't take any money from him in the future. I have the ability to pay the rent, and I don't need charity from others, let alone owe others."