Yang Heyu hesitated whether to tell her about contacting Chu Rongsheng, but before he could speak, Chu Zhiyan saw what was on his mind.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I saw Uncle Chu when I went home during the Chinese New Year." Yang Heyu spoke slowly, and after he finished speaking, he watched Chu Zhiyan's expression change: She looked quite calm, except for some dark sadness in her eyes.
"Oh" Chu Zhiyan responded, and then concentrated on eating the candy. She pulled a smile and changed the subject: "It's delicious, this taste is so delicious."
It's getting dark, and the last bus will come soon. There were only a few people standing apart in the station, looking lonely and lonely.
Yang Heyu's expression slightly moved, and he said, "I thought you would be willing to tell me."
His words made Chu Zhiyan completely lonely, with anxiety in her loneliness. She raised her head and looked at Yang Heyu, a pair of smart eyes were hiding a secret, and Yang Heyu's heart ached because of the foggy look.
He hurriedly said: "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. Everyone can have their own secrets, and I shouldn't ask."
Chu Zhiyan shook her head subconsciously, she didn't think she wanted to hide anything, she just wanted to forget it completely.
It's not that she didn't think that Chu Rong had a good life these years.
In fact, she felt more and more that as a father, especially an adoptive father, he was good enough for her. Although it is possible that he is only willing to give her meticulous care because of Yan Bailing, maybe he has a secret to tell, maybe he is trying to use her with ulterior motives, but so what?
Compared with Yan Bailing who was always indifferent and determined to abandon her, both she and Chu Rongsheng were victims.
Looking at the brightly lit Shanghai Bund, Chu Zhiyan felt indescribable. She was really too young at that time, in order to struggle out of the cage that trapped her and run towards the hope in her heart, she paid a too high price.
Everything is the arrow of time, you can only move forward, you can't go back.
Chu Zhiyan knew that her heart was becoming harder and harder, she used her distorted strength to fight rebelliously, and stubbornly chased after the bubble-like nothingness.
She thought that if she cut herself open and showed Yang Heyu the bloody side, so what if he understood?
The uneasiness deep in her soul is the shackles she put on herself.
Chu Zhiyan knew who could undo this shackle, not Chu Rongsheng, not Yan Bailing, not Yang Heyu, only she could do it.
At this time, Yang Heyu's hand suddenly took hers, and waves of warmth in the cold winter came over, Chu Zhiyan looked down.
"Your hands are so warm." Chu Zhiyan said with a smile.
"Why are your hands so cold?" Yang Heyu didn't expect her hands to be so cold, he wrapped her small hands with his big palms, and he lowered his head and let out a breath.
"I'll help you warm up, and it won't be cold in a while."
Chu Zhiyan felt her heart softened again, her bright eyes were fixed on Yang Heyu's, and she looked playful and relaxed.
She said: "I can't hold so many things in my mind now, after I finish the exam um wait until my head is a little empty, can I?"
"Don't worry," Yang Heyu continued to breathe, and he suddenly asked: "Have you decided where to go to university? Will you come to Beijing? Do you know? I haveI have"
Yang Heyu felt that his throat was hard, and the tender and sweet words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't utter it. After a long while, he put down his hands and said with a smile: "My mind is already confused, and I am very confused when I see you."
Chu Zhiyan understood what he meant, but she didn't want to leave Shanghai. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com