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Chapter 32 Discarded Memory

Guan Yu shook her head, it seems that she has become more paranoid recently, and it seems that she has committed a woman's common problem: worrying about gains and losses, in fact, it is unnecessary, because there is no gain.Guan Yu smiled wryly and took out the umbrella from his bag.

On her left side, there are a pair of eyes that haven't moved away since she appeared.Cheng Xinzhi probably didn't know whose shoulders were wet by the rain. He only saw that person's white skirt was stained with mud, but he didn't know that his black jacket was soaked in water.

Guan Yu, long time no see, really long time...

The rain formed a bead curtain, separating two worlds and two concerns.Who is she thinking about, and who is thinking about her.

He stared at it obsessively, getting carried away, as if he had traveled through ten years, but he was greedily dissatisfied when he saw this figure from behind.

Caught off guard, she turned her head, but he suddenly forgot what to do, as if in a dream.

There are familiar faces in each other's eyes, and they probably don't remember where and when, but they are familiar with each other, but no one says anything.

Behind the rain curtain, a very short distance away, but a stranger.

Holding an umbrella, she walked in slowly, and suddenly smiled gently: "The clothes are wet." The smile was very distant, but it seemed to draw a long distance closer, like two ends of parallel lines.

"The clothes are wet." Cheng Xinzhi didn't respond, so she repeated.

Waking up like a dream, Cheng Xinzhi took two steps up the steps, the black jacket was dripping with rain.He withdrew his gaze, as if staying out of the way: "Thank you."

Thank you for this location, this time came... this rain, very timely.

"You don't have an umbrella?"

She walked towards him holding an umbrella, much like a scene in a dream, a little unrealistic.The rain is very cool, and the wet shoulders are a little cold, but the perception is clear.

After pondering for a long time, it may be hard to believe that he was seriously thinking about how to answer, but there was still only one most indifferent word: "En."

When they were within reach, she raised her hands high, and the purple umbrella covered the two of them, making them look a little crowded. She didn't care, and smiled slightly: "Let's go together."

"Thank you." It's still two words, the most indifferent words I don't want to put a distance between.

"In May, if it rains, it will rain, and many people will probably be drenched." She chatted lightly about the weather.

"It should be, I was one of them." He echoed lightly, feeling pale with nothing to talk about.

In England, strangers who have nothing to say will talk about the weather, but this is not England, is it?Cheng Xinzhi didn't understand what he was trying to explain.

Would they introduce themselves to each other if they weren't chatting about the weather?Or ask each other, so is it not a stranger after turning around?

Then I was speechless all the way, she was holding an umbrella, he was tall, so she raised her right hand holding the umbrella very high, the chiffon sleeves slid down, revealing her white wrist, it must be very cold, with a slight red color .Even Cheng Xinzhi didn't know, he observed so carefully, so he also knew that her left shoulder was covered with rain.

The purple umbrella was actually big enough, and the rain wasn't too heavy, but both of them got wet, but there was a big distance between them.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and the sky blue signboard behind was no longer visible, and they never spoke again.

"I'm here, my car is parked here." Guan Yu stopped and turned slightly to the right.

Cheng Xinzhi seemed a little at a loss, hesitating whether to say goodbye or thank you.

Guan Yu spoke first, "I have a car, and I can give you an umbrella."

She stretched out her hand in a small arc, and he mechanically took the umbrella. There was an unfamiliar touch on her fingers, which was cool.

"My business card, nice to meet you, Mr. Cheng." Spreading her left hand, she handed him a business card that was soaked by the rain.

He nodded politely: "Nice to meet you." He took the business card with a stiff expression and stiff movements.

Such a dialogue, after all, they knew each other.

Guan Yu smiled politely, turned left, and walked into the car. Cheng Xinzhi subconsciously moved the umbrella to the left for a certain distance.

The car started and walked away, but Cheng Xinzhi was standing there, looking at the business card in his hand.

Lingjiang radio anchor: Guan Yu...

The business card is all wrinkled, and it must have been held in my hand for a long time, maybe at first.

Letting go, the business card was swept away by the wind.He knew these things very early on.

He sneered: "Do you still remember Gulong Lane ten years ago?"

Holding an umbrella, walking back, in the rain, he said to himself: "I always remember, but it's too late."

Would you think of it before that person appeared?
The rain stopped and it started again.

Rewind the black and white film, scene by scene, black and white film, he has seen in ten years.

"You see, it's still useful." Still in the rain, the girl picked up the broken racing car model.

"Who told you to touch my things." The boy's tone was very bad, sharp as a hedgehog, staring at the inexplicable intruder.

"Dreams should not be discarded." The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl laughed wantonly when talking about her dreams.

Memories shouldn't be discarded either...

In a hurry, the days passed by a few afternoons, this flowering season seems to be very long, the lonely tung tree on the corner of the street bloomed all summer.The sun in September seems to be getting stronger. Under the clouds, the temperature rises in every corner. Except for the 49th floor after the rain, it seems that the world in Zuocheng is a haze that the sun will never shine.

The broken hair on the forehead was slightly long, vaguely covering the pair of cold eyes that had been soaked in the cold all year round.The corners of his lips were pursed tightly, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if this kind of Zuocheng was all he had.Once Jiang Xiachu brought a piece of warm sun into his world, but turned around but took it back without any hesitation, and planted a thing called loneliness in Zuo Cheng's eyes.

"Master, an invitation from the Guan family." Uncle Jin is respectful but not vino, at a steady age, with vicissitudes in his eyes, he will only be gentle when facing Zuo Cheng.

Zuo Cheng didn't look up, his fingers lingered on the black-covered document, but a pair of beautiful hands were reflected in his eyes.

Really beautiful hands with distinct knuckles and clear white skin, but people dare not doubt the power of turning one hand into clouds and turning one's hand into rain.

So what about beautiful hands, Jiang Xiachu said they should be cherished, but she didn't cherish them.

Zuo Cheng was silent and didn't express his position. Uncle Jin called out: "Young Master." After getting used to Zuo Cheng's silence, Uncle Jin continued, "Guan Zhenbei seems to want to celebrate your daughter's birthday to see your attitude."

Since the press conference, Zuo Cheng has remained silent. The outside world can't figure out Zuo Cheng's attitude, and they dare not inquire and speculate. Guan Zhenbei's old fox must use this to test the truth.

"When?" Zuo Cheng asked coldly, his eyes still looking at his hands, knocking on the cover of the document intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tomorrow night."

(End of this chapter)