She Came To My Concert

The two got on the same caliber, and told their classmates one after another with the reason that "there is less gathering in foreign countries and more separation".

Of course, if others don't take the initiative to ask, Zhu Wenshu will not take the initiative to speak.

Those who came to ask questions were only two or three, and it was several years ago.

That's why today, many years later——

For a moment, I can't remember whether it was a sophomore or a junior.

"Big... two."

Zhu Wenshu nodded, and took out the argument that he had told his classmates several times, "We didn't see each other at that time, and there was a jet lag, and we lived in different circles, so it was nothing..."

"okay."

Ling Chen suddenly put his hands on the steering wheel, looked at the flashing street lights, "I'm not curious."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

So what have you been asking just now?

Chapter 22

Celebrities are people too, and celebrities gossip too.

Zhu Wenshu didn't ask much, just watched the people coming and going outside the window, and curled the corners of his mouth.

I don't know if a person like Ling Chen usually searches his name online to see what others say about him.

Thoughts drifted a little far in my mind, and I couldn't hold them back.

The other person in the car didn't know what he was thinking and kept silent.

After a long time, the car on the side of the road honked sharply, which suddenly brought Zhu Wenshu back to reality.

She turned her head and glanced at Ling Chen.

"Aren't you here to apologize?"

Ling Chen's attention was back in the car, but he was still staring at the front with his lips tightly pursed.

After a while, she turned her head and looked at Zhu Wenshu helplessly.

Just as he was about to speak, the phone rang suddenly in the car.

Ling Chen glanced left and right before picking up the phone from the center console to answer the call.

"I'm not at home."

"Well, there's something going on outside."

"It's urgent, when will it be dealt with..." Ling Chen turned his head and glanced at Zhu Wenshu, "It depends on the situation."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She looked away from the window.

"Well, wait and find me in the piano room."

With that last sentence, he hung up the phone.

Zhu Wenshu wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but he heard him say first: "How do you want me to apologize? Teacher Zhu, teach me?"

I don't know why, but when Ling Chen said the phrase "Mr. Zhu" that he had heard countless times, there was always an inexplicable meaning, which was different from others.

Zhu Wenshu slowly turned his chin back and looked at the windshield.

"I wish the teacher would teach you all this... Are you a primary school student?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't hear the person next to him talking, and remembered the letter of guarantee, and said in a low voice: "You are not as good as a primary school student, everyone knows what to do."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the carriage.

Zhu Wenshu turned around and saw that Ling Chen had unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, stepped out with one leg, and took out a black mask from the center console with the other hand to put it on.

"Wait for me in the car for a while."

A gust of cold wind came in.

After the car door was closed, Zhu Wenshu turned his head slowly, followed Ling Chen's gaze, and watched him enter a convenience store by the side of the road.

Although this block is not considered lively, there are not many pedestrians passing by.

Whenever he saw passers-by walking into that convenience store, Zhu Wenshu's nerves tensed for a moment.

Seeing someone come out with a normal expression, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

These seven or eight minutes were extremely long, and Zhu Wenshu was completely relieved when he saw Ling Chen coming out with a bag of things.

"What are you doing at the convenience store?"

After Lingchen opened the car door and sat in again, Zhu Wenshu said, "The people there are very—"

Suddenly there was more weight on his legs, Zhu Wenshu's voice stopped, and he looked down at the big bag of snacks that Ling Chen stuffed over.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Chen: "What do you think?"

Seeing her blinking in confusion, Ling Chen sighed softly, pulled Zhu Wenshu's wrist, opened her slightly curled fingers, stuffed two fruit candies into her palm, and looked up at her.

"Don't be angry, Teacher Zhu?"

The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, but there was a gust of warm air floating in it.

Xu Shi just came from outside, and Ling Chen's fingers were slightly cold, and there were calluses on his fingertips from playing the instrument, and when he touched the back of Zhu Wenshu's hand, he felt a faint itchy feeling.

She stared blankly at Ling Chen, her mind was short-circuited, and she didn't know how to speak.

In fact, she was just joking, she didn't really ask him to apologize, and thought that Ling Chen was just talking casually.

Unexpectedly, he really went to buy a lot of snacks like the students in the class coaxing the children.

After a while, Zhu Wenshu said "Oh" as if he came back to his senses.

"I'm just talking casually." She turned her face away, looked out of the car window, her eyes wandered for a moment, and suddenly grabbed the doorknob, "I'll go home first if there's nothing else to do."

In the elevator.

There was silence all around, and Zhu Wenshu stared down at the ground, standing motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the elevator door slowly opened.

Zhu Wenshu came back to his senses, raised his head and prepared to go home.

The moment she stepped forward, she realized that she was still on the first floor.

The elevator didn't work.

"..."

Zhu Wenshu retracted his legs, exhaled lightly, and stretched out his hand to press the floor.

When we got home, Ying Fei was in the kitchen.

She didn't look back when she heard the door open, "Are you back?"

Zhu Wenshu said "hmm", changed his shoes, and walked a few steps inside. Seeing that Ying Fei was looking for things in the refrigerator, he asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"