He and Slag Gong Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

When the car drove to the door of Ms. Qiu's house, there was a sound of piano from the window.

Sheng Yuhang didn't pay much attention, and waited until the children got out of the car first and then parked the car before entering the door.

An Ziyue ran the fastest with a large bouquet of flowers, and Sheng Jianghe followed unhurriedly, whispering something to Cheng Sijia, who nodded while listening with a worried expression.

As soon as the door opened, the three of them ran directly to Ms. Qiu's room.

The nanny heard the voice coming out of the kitchen and only saw the backs of the three children. She was used to it, so she just smiled helplessly and raised her voice to remind her.

"Slow down, there are guests in the room."

It's a pity that the only one who heard this sentence was Sheng Yuhang who just came in.

The nanny smiled at him a little embarrassedly: "Please, Mr. Xiao is at the old lady's place."

Sheng Yuhang nodded with a gentle smile.

Ms. Qiu's room is not far from the living room and the main door. The original intention was that she could see her son and granddaughter back home as soon as possible. Now it saves moving and it is very convenient to come and go.

After a few steps, the sound of the piano heard outside the house became more and more clear, and it was obvious that the source of the sound came from here.

The three children stopped at the door, one on top of the other lying on the edge of the door and looking into the room, with surprise and surprise on their faces.

Sheng Yuhang vaguely realized something.

When he walked to the door, the last note just finished. He didn't know whether he was frightened or something happened, so he suddenly changed the note and made a sharp wrong note.

Sheng Yuhang reached out and knocked on the door.

The door of the room that was not closed was pushed open by a few frightened children, Sheng Yuhang raised his head, and met the eyes of the people in the room.

Sitting by the piano, Xiao Chuyi was turning his head to talk to Ms. Qiu. At this time, he was probably startled by the movement at the door, so he turned his eyes.

His hands were still on the keys.

Sheng Yuhang's gaze moved down to his slightly surprised and perplexed face, and then to the pair of slender hands, the light white fingertips against the black and white keys, reflecting the light, so beautiful that they seemed to be shining.

And on that face, between the brows, there was joy and concentration that hadn't faded away, and when he turned his gaze, it was as if he was looking at the whole world.

Sheng Yuhang suddenly felt a little thirsty, he forced himself to look away.

The sky outside the house has been swallowed up by the night, leaving only a little bleak clouds. The lights in the house have already been turned on. In order to take care of the lonely old man, even the lights are warm-toned, and there is an illusion of warm sunshine on the body.

Sheng Yuhang knew where those illusions came from.

"Thank you, Xiao Sheng." Ms. Qiu's voice drew Sheng Yuhang's attention back.

"It's just on the way." Sheng Yuhang responded warmly, "It's time to eat later, Aunt Qiu, can you get up?"

"My house can still be moved." Ms. Qiu smiled, waved to An Ziyue, took out a flower from the bouquet, and rubbed her granddaughter's head, "Thank you Xiaoyue, grandma likes it very much."

Ms. Qiu knew her physical condition well, so she didn't accept all of them, but she was really happy. This sentence and a laugh made An Ziyue raise her lips, and she seemed to be worse than getting a high score in the exam. happy.

The two children on the other side were still whispering something, and they couldn't help but glance at Xiao Chuyi.

Sheng Yuhang heard a few words vaguely in a daze, words like "program" and "party", and he could probably guess what it meant.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to the little plan secretly planned by the children, his eyes wandered, and he turned back to Xiao Chuyi.

Xiao Chuyi was leaning against the window in a daze. He chatted with Ms. Qiu a lot, and now that An Ziyue came back, he stepped aside to leave them a separate space.

But the words Ms. Qiu said were still like echoes in the valley, constantly circling and circling in his mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Ms. Qiu never asked him about his private affairs in a straightforward manner, but mostly told and encouraged him to talk.

Perhaps because of her kind eyes, even Xiao Chuyi, who was never used to complaining to others, relaxed his tense nerves.

He was not unaware of the deeper reason - because he was too tired.

People are always accustomed to relying on their elders. From childhood to middle age, they will consult the elders for their opinions on major issues. One is because they are old and need respect, and the other is that they have experienced too much and indeed have a lot of experience to ask for advice.

Xiao Chuyi probably had both when facing Ms. Qiu, but it was not so obvious.

Even though his heart is mature and stable, Xiao Chuyi is still a young man - he was also in this category in his previous life, and being young means being confused.

His indifferent appearance stems from the restraint of inner instincts, which does not mean that he is really perfect. Suppressing instincts and desires is hard and painful, and has nothing to do with his own wishes.

Xiao Chuyi has been used to thinking too much and asking for too little from his previous life to this life. He is extremely considerate to the people around him, but he is too harsh on himself.

But he also gets tired.

Life is full of ups and downs, but in this half a year, from life and death, to identity and world change without warning.

He thought that he could face everything calmly, but in fact all the uneasiness, confusion, and hesitation were hidden in the dark, and he didn't feel it.

But those negative emotions do exist, and after layers of backlogs, they finally burst out in that dream about the truth.

It only took a moment to fall from a high altitude with no support and no one to the bottom of the valley, but finally stepped on the solid ground under your feet, and you could still see the light of the sky when you looked up.

But just start over.

Xiao Chuyi quickly prepared himself psychologically, and did not allow himself to sink in the negative quagmire.

At this moment, when he turned his head and saw Ms. Qiu, it felt as if he saw his former self-the self who was struggling between life and death.

Maybe it's because he has been older for several rounds and sees things clearly enough. Ms. Qiu's way of coping is much better than him, so Xiao Chuyi couldn't help but pay more attention to her and follow her advice.

Ms. Qiu seemed to understand Xiao Chuyi's heart knot, and told him some interesting stories about Lin Zhe and An Ziyue's childhood, occasionally mixed with some emotion and exhortation.

"Young people's self-willedness is the capital. Just do what you think of. It's something that old people like us worry about."

"Occasionally be willful, I won't blame you, people who like you will naturally tolerate everything about you - after all, people who are too reliable will be more worrying."

Xiao Chuyi finally listened.

Whether it can be done is another matter.

Xiao Chuyi's mentality is much calmer now, although not all of the people in the room are looking at him, they are still more at ease than when they first came here.

When I relaxed, my thoughts broke away from those rigid famous sayings and epigrams, and gradually turned to a more weird direction.

It's like a blank sheet of paper that always has to be painted with color.

Building strong connections with people is the first step to rooting, and when it comes to connecting with people...

Maybe talk about a relationship?

Xiao Chuyi slowly diverted his thinking, staring at the edge of the window sill in a daze, and tapped lightly on the window sill with his fingertips.

Until the light in front of him dimmed a bit, Xiao Chuyi raised his head and faced Sheng Yuhang's face.

"Does your back hurt?" Sheng Yuhang asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt if you don't use force." Xiao Chuyi replied slowly, while supporting his body in a different position, leaning the uninjured side to the window sill.

But a hand stretched out beside him stopped his waist.

Xiao Chuyi bumped into the wrist of the person next to him, he was startled, and looked at the person beside him in puzzlement: "Mr. Sheng?"

"The doctor said it's best not to lean the wound against something hard." Sheng Yuhang replied seriously, "You can't catch cold either—it's not good for the wound."

Xiao Chuyi raised his eyebrows: "But I'm not injured here."

Sheng Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Just in case."

Xiao Chuyi narrowed his eyes: "Why do I think you..."

It looked as if he wanted to hug himself, but this situation may not be without the possibility of coincidence.

Xiao Chuyi's heart was delicate, but he still swallowed the words for now.

Sheng Yuhang pretended to be puzzled and asked back: "What do you think? Did I make you unhappy?"

"No." Xiao Chuyi relaxed his body, glanced at the other people in the room, then shrank back, teasing lazily, "It's hard for Mr. Sheng to take care of everything every day, and he still remembers our sick numbers. Such a great favor Dade, it’s really unforgettable.”

He elongated his tone on purpose, and the ending sound was a little lazy and low when the endings overlapped. Everyone could hear the meaning of the joke.

Sheng Yuhang responded with a smile: "It's a matter of duty."

Xiao Chuyi was stunned again, his eyes turned back to Sheng Yuhang's face, he blinked, and then blinked again.

Mr. Sheng's joke today...is he already overdrawn?

When he was about to go back after dinner, Xiao Chuyi finally confirmed the root cause of Sheng Yuhang's abnormality today.

Before and after dinner, everything was as usual, that is, when going out to say goodbye, Sheng Yuhang took the first step to hold the door frame, stopping Xiao Chuyi's waist that almost touched him.

Xiao Chuyi crashed directly into Sheng Yuhang's arms.

Early winter was cold and windy, and the body temperature of the people behind him was extremely clear. Xiao Chuyi almost drowned in it, but was soon sobered by the cold wind.

He wanted to break free as an accident, but he was held down by the shoulder and couldn't break free.

After Sheng Yuhang greeted his master, he turned his head and lowered his voice to remind: "Be careful of the wound."

Xiao Chuyi: "..." I understand the reasoning, but can you let go of your hand before speaking.

Sheng Yuhang seemed to see through Xiao Chuyi's heart, and vetoed it with a smile: "No."

"The street lamp outside is broken, and if it gets dark, if I touch the wound, it won't heal, and I will feel distressed."

Sheng Yuhang spat out the supposedly greasy teasing words, leaving only tenderness and worry. Perhaps this is the advantage of being good-looking.

Or maybe...

Just because it is sincere enough.

The strength of his hands is gentle but not frivolous, deliberately avoiding the position where it may touch the wound, but it will not make him uncomfortable.

Xiao Chuyi blinked, counting silently in his heart.

Ninth time tonight.

Sheng Yuhang shouldn't be such a person who leaked his emotions and put his words of concern into his mouth.

The only explanation is what he wants to express and what message he wants to convey.

Xiao Chuyi felt that he should know what this "information" was.

Until they walked into the parking lot and pulled up next to the car.

Xiao Chuyi wanted to open the door of the back seat, but Sheng Yuhang stopped him and motioned him to get on the passenger seat.

Sheng Jianghe, who followed behind, maintained a dead fish-eyed indifferent expression for a long time, but at the moment he reacted quickly, quickly climbed into the back seat, and expressed his attitude with practical actions.

Xiao Chuyi was startled, he was really impressed by Sheng Jianghe's indescribable complex expression at the end.

It was as if there was contempt in anticipation, and tiredness in blessing.

But unfortunately, Xiao Chuyi is not the kind of person who would feel ashamed because of the presence of children.

Except for a "good guy" like Sheng Yuhang, or a steady and kind elder like Ms. Qiu, under normal circumstances, he would not be bothered by his face.

What's more, he already roughly guessed what Sheng Yuhang meant.

So Xiao Chuyi didn't change his face, and calmly opened the passenger's door after he was stunned.

Then he saw a flower on the seat.

a red rose.

Xiao Chuyi's fingertips pressing on the car door trembled, and he blinked again.

A hand crossed his line of sight, picked up the flower from the seat, and handed it to him.

"For you." Sheng Yuhang said.

Xiao Chuyi paused with his fingertips, turned his head to look at the person who looked at him with a smile.

"President Sheng..." Xiao Chuyi paused, tilted his head slightly and asked, "I can think that you are planning to chase me?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiweiling;

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