After visiting the mall, Yun Shu took the bus home at 6:30 pm.
The feeling of enjoying freedom is still unsatisfactory. She has never been in such a good mood as she is now. When she got off the car, she ran into the villa with a bag of spoils. When she went in, she gave Aunt Qiu inside a hug.
Then he ran to Gu Xingze and took out a small glass bottle and gave it to him.
Gu Xingzen saw her the first time hugging Aunt Qiu and frowned.
Although there was no expression on his face, the person close to him could see his dissatisfaction at a glance.
But when the beautiful glass bottle was stuffed into his hand, his brow raised slightly again and asked, "A gift for me?"
There is a circle of handmade branches wrapped around the glass bottle neck, and there are several brightly colored dried flowers on the bottle jam.
He pinched the bottle and shook it, and the colored plaster stars inside collided with each other, making a jingle sound.
Yun Shu stood between his legs, kneeled on the edge of the sofa with one leg, and introduced him to him: "This is my own sticky flowers and branches, and the stars inside are also the color I painted. Is it good-looking?"
"Good," he shook the glass bottle again, with a smile on his lips, "Just go and make this? What else did you buy?"
Yun Shu took out everything and showed it to him.
From eating to playing, to the last book.
Gu Xingze pointed his finger on the book: "Do you want to learn to invest?"
"Is that OK? Assistant Luo asked me to come back more and ask you, and she said you are very awesome."
For a highly educated woman wearing silver-edged glasses, the thickness of her glasses is not simply the thickness of resin, but knowledge or experience. What she said seems to be an experience derived from hundreds of books, which is convincing for no reason.
Assistant Luo said that if you want to achieve your goals, you should not mind being too weak in front of others. The desire to make money is pure, so how can you hesitate because of a mere emotional relationship?
She thought about it and felt it made sense.
The book was handed forward again, and she moved closer: "Is it OK? Or is there such a class? I can find a teacher."
Gu Xingze stroked her cheek: "Yes. But have you ever thought about continuing to study?"
Yun Shu was stunned.
"May I?"
Her high school ended in a chaotic day. She had basically never been to school during the period when her father was hospitalized until her death. The teacher just called Murakami to ask if she still needed a diploma.
Later, she couldn't even raise herself, so she didn't think about the relevant matters anymore. She just wanted to find a job to support her life like every young man in the mountains. Then she appeared in Ning Siyun's captive game
, and there is no mind to think about this.
"Of course," Gu Xing pointed to the two books, "You don't understand the basic knowledge yet, so it will be difficult to learn these. It will be more suitable to find a professor to provide a separate tutoring after entering university. Unless you just want to learn to play
Son."
"But...but my graduation certificate...Identity...my home is not here..."
She spoke intermittently, and she didn't know what she wanted to express.
He once thought that there were many difficulties and no hope, and he said it as simple as bent down to pick up something.
She picked it up and returned it to her, but she hesitated not to take it.
Gu Xing comforted her, rubbed her palms behind her neck, and whispered: "Those are simple, don't worry. You just need to consider, think about it, or not."...
Yun Shu immediately replied: "I want to."
Even in the poor and backward mountains, most people know the importance of knowledge.
Her father is just an elementary school teacher. He doesn’t have much money, but he is very respected by others.
The teaching teachers from the school will also solemnly tell them that reading is very important and that reading can get out of this mountain.
Be simple, studying can at least make your salary higher than others when you work in the future.
There are always benefits anyway.
She put her hands on Gu Xingze's shoulders and repeatedly confirmed: "Is it really OK?"
"Yes." It can take root and sprout in this city, no longer like a canary with only open cages, as if it will fly away at any time and will never be found again.
He put his hand on her waist and let her sit on his lap: "But it might be hard."
"I'm not afraid." Thank you for your hard work is the cheapest thing she can do at the moment.
Yun Shu obediently lay in his arms, and her eyes moved to the covers of the two books. After answering these three words, some thoughts popped up in her hot heart.
Three million is even less than spending. She wants to make money.
The clearer the plan for the future, the more excited and energetic she will be.
Specifically, Gu Xingze was still immersed in a warm hug, and she couldn't wait to start handling the matter on the task list and reached out to him for Ning Zhixia's phone number.
"Did you get her phone call in one afternoon?"
The warmth in his arms was pulled away, the cold wind rushed in, and Gu Xing was instantly forced to wake up from the warm and fragrant soft jade.
"...I've sent it to you on my phone."
Yun Shu turned on her phone to confirm, and then kissed him casually as if she had completed her daily tasks, and ran to make a phone call.
Leave him alone on the sofa.
Gu Xingze exhaled his depression, pulled his tie, drank a glass of water to quench his thirst, and his eyes were still chasing her swaying figure.
The glass bottle was still placed beside his legs. He picked it up and swayed it, but he couldn't help but smile.
He is quite conscientious and knows to bring him gifts when he goes out.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the living room.
Yun Shu counted the beeping sounds on her phone and called Ning Zhixia after the sixth sound.
A lazy female voice with no feelings came from the opposite side: "Hello, who?"
Just listening to the sound, you can tell that he is a cold and beautiful lady.
She greeted him politely: "Hello, I am Yunshu."
"Who is Yunshu?"
She sought truth and said pragmaticly: "It was the one who shot Ning Siyun."
He is not Zhou Jingmo's former lover, nor Gu Xingze's anyone, but the revengeer of Ning Siyun, the culprit.
This is probably the self-introduction that the other party is most willing to hear.
Ning Zhixia suddenly got stuck, as if she had just linked up the news she had heard recently, and realized where this "Yunshu" was sacred.
"It's you, Miss Yun. Is there anything you need to ask me for?"
Yun Shu heard her interest and went straight to the topic: "I heard you hate Ning Siyun very much? I have some news about him that I can share with you. If possible, I will talk about some cooperation."
Ning Zhixia's voice was filled with a formal smile: "Ms. Yun, I want to talk about cooperation if there is any news? I'm afraid I don't have that much free time. Also, you may have understood it wrong, and I don't hate him."
"I don't care about what you are about him. Whether you hate him or love him to death, this is just the beginning of politeness," Yun Shu's tone remained unchanged. "My focus is on some news, you should ask."
The other party stopped for a few seconds and didn't say anything. Then Ning Zhixia calmed down and asked as he went down: "Speak up, what is the news you want to say?"