574. Chapter 572 The Mystery of My Life Experience I See Ni Duan for the First Time 5
"Bored." Gu Shaocheng's cold and calm voice broke her naughty voice.
Chen Xing poked his head in front and looked at the man's calm face. Seeing his intriguing look, he sat beside him with a regular look, pressing his head low, looking up at his face from bottom to top: "Shaocheng, what's wrong with you? Unhappy?"
He picked up the wine glass, shook the wine in the glass, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and said one sentence to excuse me: "No."
Putting his hands around his neck, Xiao Ren made a fuss about him: "Why sit here alone to drink? I thought you were asleep."
Gu Shaocheng followed the trend and pushed her into her arms: "It's so noisy."
These three words are explanations. He needs a relatively quiet environment to settle the dust that is despised.
She was wrapped around her hands and her head was knocking her shoulder leisurely: "I remembered some things from my childhood, and I missed my dad."
"Did you think of the scene of celebrating New Year's Eve with your father when you were a child?" She turned her head, smiled at him obediently, then turned her head, looked at the desolate lights outside the window, grabbed his free palm, spread his palm, and wrote in his palm: "It must be beautiful, right?"
She would also remember what happened when she was a child. Although it was not her biological parents, and although there was some irreconcilable hatred, those memories existed in her mind, and those warm pictures could not be removed at all.
Gu Shaocheng did not answer while drinking a slutty wine.
A trace of wound passed through my eyes.
Looking through the window, looking at the strange scenery in a foreign country, the whole person silently exudes a feeling of "missing his family more during the holidays".
"Shaocheng, how did you celebrate New Year's Eve with your father when you were a child? Tell me if you do?"
"Actually nothing special."
"Will the whole family sit together to watch the Spring Festival Gala? Should you stand at the door with your father to set off fireworks in the evening? Do you make dumplings too?" She, Balabala, asked a lot of questions at once.
Gu Shaocheng thought about it, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Well, my father loves me very much. Every New Year's Eve, he will buy me a lot of firecrackers and accompany me to set firecrackers in the yard. My mother..."
Gu Shaocheng changed his name to his mouth, paused for a moment, and continued: "That woman would stand by and laugh. When my dad and I were tired of playing, they took out a plate of exquisite fruit trays, and our family of three sat in the yard to eat and drink."
At the angle no one noticed, a trace of water flashed in his eyes: "At that time, I, my dad, and that woman, we were very happy. In my memory, she was a gentle woman like water. Like you, she often snuggled up to my dad obediently. My dad loved her very much and protected her very well. Even the woman outside did not treat her outside women, but gave her the love that she didn't even have a wife. I don't understand, how can a gentle woman hide a poisonous scorpion in her bones..." Even her own flesh and blood could be abandoned.
Halfway through the conversation, I felt my throat hurt.
When Chen Xing heard his voice, his heart twitched for no reason, and he turned around.
Just when his throat was so painful that he couldn't speak, a pair of small hands wrapped around his waist. Gu Shaocheng lowered his head, and a strong suppression of emotion was suppressed because of her arms. His whole breath gradually became softer, and his crazy heart seemed to be comforted by her arms.