Chapter 344

The slender fingers stretched out in front of Gu Cheng's eyes, blocking the dazzling light, Xu Zichuan's low voice gently sounded in her ears.

"Let's take a step. I don't want to be seen."

Gu Cheng squints. Originally, she subconsciously wanted to see the figure behind the car window, but when she heard Xu Zichuan's words, she realized later that they were at the school gate now. If Xu Zichuan was met or photographed here, she didn't know how many topics to lead.

Aware of this, Gu Cheng's heart is awe inspiring. He grabs Xu Zichuan's finger to block the optical fiber for himself and pulls him to a quiet place.

She walked in a hurry, for fear of attracting more attention, so that she did not find the light source behind her, and she had been standing alone in the same place.

The half open window let Jiang Bohuai just overheard a part of the conversation between Gu Cheng and Xu Zichuan.

So now, in her heart, is she just a disgusting existence?

The fingers holding the steering wheel could not help tightening. Jiang Bohuai thought that Gu Chengfang had not hesitated to turn around and pull Xu Zichuan away.

Does it mean that in her eyes, even the existence of staring from afar has become particularly eye-catching?

"Pa!"

Jiang Bohuai, who has always been calm and self-sustaining, failed to restrain himself this time. His fist fell down and hit the steering wheel.

"Diddiddidi!"

The annoying horn started to sound, but the source of the sound was behind him.

At this time, the impatient security guard who had been waiting for a long time came over and yelled at Jiang Bohuai through the half open window.

"Sir, it's the rush hour after school. Would you mind if your car doesn't get stuck here? Drive away quickly and don't hinder other parents' passage?"

Being lectured impolitely by the security guard, Jiang Bohuai's face didn't show any unpleasant appearance.

Instead, he turned the steering wheel like a machine, giving way.

One car after another passed by him, accompanied by the hum of the motor and the stench of the exhaust in the air.

Jiang Bo Huai never frowned. Looking at the endless traffic, he reached out his hand wearily. He found out from the drawer the cigarettes he had given up for a while and started the fire

The smell of tobacco filled his heart, which made him flurried back to the feeling when he smoked for the first time.

Mingming choked his eyes red and wanted to cough, but the man told him that he would gradually fall in love with this feeling.

Later, he still didn't fall in love with this feeling, but after he got used to it, he immersed himself in the swirling smoke, and slowly recalled the figure that had been pressing hard at the bottom of his heart. Then, with the choking feeling, he restrained his wild yearning like grass.

Later, he finally found a chance to come back stumbling with his unfulfilled wings, thinking that he could protect her.

Reality is merciless to give him a loud slap.

In that distant country, the sound of explosion, like the merciless laughter of fate, each sound, enough to break his heart.

"Oh..."

Jiang Bo Huai gave a mocking smile. He didn't know whether to laugh at his merciless fate or at his naive self.

The night gradually turned cool, deep as a pool of stagnant water.

Jiang Bo Huai looked at the glass window like a mirror, reflecting his clear outline. For a moment, he could not tell who he was.

"Brother..."

He slowly spits out this as if with a sigh, and has no chance to call it face to face any more.

"I used to think that you were wise and modest, like a mirror, reflecting what I should have, but I didn't want to, ha ha," Jiang said, shaking his head helplessly.

"In the end, I live to be your shadow."

One by one, they can only walk in the dark night, and can never touch the bright shadow of his dream.

……

It's in a quiet little cafe.

Gu Cheng frowns and looks at Xu Zichuan who follows him like a tail and can't shake off.

I saw this guy sitting on the opposite seat with a calm look, while he ordered a pile of desserts impolitely, and complained discontentedly.

"Chengcheng, why don't you choose a place with a box? The box is so convenient that I'm not afraid to be recognized."

Gu Cheng gave him a white eye and said coldly, "you can choose to go now for fear of being recognized."

Her tone is not polite, but Xu Zichuan is still thick skinned, even eyelashes did not blink, sitting in the original position.

"But I'm hungry. I've been walking so far, and my stomach has already growled. Can't you be so mean? If you stand me up, you won't even make up for a meal? "

People live a face, trees live a skin, when some people have no face and no skin, you really have nothing to do with them.Gu Cheng sighed and urged: "eat, eat quickly. After eating, go away quickly. I still need to see customers!"

"Come on, see the client, Huajun that boy, still really treat you as an assistant to call!" Xu Zichuan murmured discontentedly, but Gu Cheng recognized a clue.

Xu Zichuan also immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. He just wanted to open up the topic, but Gu Cheng didn't give him the chance at all and spoke decisively.

"I said, how did you find me so easily in the hotel before? It was Huajun who sent you the message?"

Xu Zichuan bit his lip. For a moment, he didn't know what to say to make up for it. But Gu Cheng struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask.

"What else did he tell you?"

Xu Zichuan's obsession and insistence that she has not lost her memory are somewhat strange.

But if you think of Huajun, everything becomes more reasonable.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Xu Zichuan simply bit his teeth and didn't hide it. He poured a mouthful of coffee on the table. There was no pure black coffee with sugar and milk. His good-looking facial features were all wrinkled together.

"Chengcheng, in fact, he didn't say anything. He just told me to protect you. I don't know what you hide, and I don't care what you want to hide from me. I just need to stay by your side and make sure you won't be hurt."

Gu Cheng's fingers on the table moved slightly and gradually tightened.

Her heart was not made of iron, and she could not be completely indifferent to such concerns.

Just, how is the feeling of sadness rising from the bottom of my heart?

As if in the dark, a voice told her again.

If only he was the one who could say this to her.