Chapter 98

As a woman, their intuition is usually very sharp. Just one look and a few confrontations, Caifeng feels that the girl opposite may also have ulterior thoughts about her brother Gu.

In order to stop all the harassment of wild bees, waves and butterflies, Caifeng feels obliged to refuse each other's kindness for brother Gu.

"No, ha! I also have a towel. Look at your handkerchief. Elder brother Gu's wipe will spoil it all?"

"My towel is gray. I'm not afraid of Huohuo. Here, brother Gu, wipe your face quickly."

Gu Zheng, who felt that what Caifeng said was very reasonable, smiled apologetically at Guo Qian, took the gray handkerchief handed over by Caifeng's other hand, and carefully wiped the water stains on his face and head.

When Gu Zheng handed the veil to Caifeng and subconsciously planned to cover the broken hair in front of his forehead on his face, these people in the field witnessed the whole process of an ugly duckling changing into a swan.

Except for Caifeng and Guo Yan, who had already seen Gu Zheng's true face, others were stunned at the scene.

Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Gu Zheng could only sigh helplessly.

"Old man, do you know why I refused as soon as I heard your terms? You think I'm willing to sing. I'm not the best old man?"

"With my condition, I will have a place for Gu Zheng in the pear garden industry of the whole Z country after a year or two."

"But I can't."

"In today's world, I still have people I care about, and I still have unfinished wishes. People like me who have no power and no power just want stability in this life, and fame and wealth are floating clouds."

"I was lucky enough to meet the owner of Dongli tea garden. It was the benevolence and righteousness of Guo Dongjia. It was enough for Gu Zheng to give me a bite to eat."

"So, thank you for your attention. You are a real expert. I'm here to salute you. It's getting late. Let's stop here. Everybody, goodbye."

With these words, Gu Zheng pulled up Caifeng's cuffs and went out of the backstage gate without looking back towards the rickshaw parked in the backyard.

When they arrived at the place, they began to be relatively speechless in the open space where the rickshaw was parked.

One stares at the other's face is concentration, and the other is holding a food basket and lowering his head.

If you don't speak, this scene is a proper confession scene.

But what about the facts?

After all, Gu Zheng opened his mouth first: "Caifeng, let me ask you something?"

"Brother Gu, no, don't ask, I know..."

"Why? You've seen my face before?" no? Gu Zheng was surprised. The original owner of the body was strong. After Gu Zheng came, he had the courage to leak his face in front of several people.

"Ah? Elder brother Gu? That's what you asked? I was shocked. I thought you wanted to ask me why you made your underpants into a towel?"

"What? The towel you touched my face just now was made of my underpants?"

"Well, well, didn't I see that your underpants are broken? The cloth can't do anything else, so I made a rag for sewing. It's good to scrub and wash. It absorbs water."

"No, Caifeng, why did you let me wipe my face with a rag towel?"

"I, I don't want to use that lady's handkerchief! Brother Gu, you won't blame me."

Looking at the Caifeng whose face was red again, Gu Zheng's heart was clear for a while. The anger on his face that had been wiped by his own underpants seemed to dissipate for a few minutes. He suddenly smiled: "no wonder, get in the car and let's go home."

"Hey! I don't need to take a car. I can run next to you. You've been tired all day. Besides, I'm very heavy."

Caifeng, with a big skeleton, thought of the slender and delicate lady she met just now, and her heart began to sour again.

"Oh, why do you have so much nonsense."

With Gu Zheng's words falling, Caifeng was a cry of surprise. Even the basket and people were pulled into the car by Gu Zheng.

"Sit still. It's late. Let's go home!"

"Squeak"

The alley behind the back door has long been silent. There is only a combination of two people and a car. In this moonlight night, they strive to go in front of the path.

Looking at the back of elder brother Gu who lowered his head to pull the car in front and Caifeng in the back seat, I felt here and there. I just felt that everything was strange.

The wind in her ear blew a wisp of hair. Suddenly she felt very stable and said gently, "brother Gu's car is very good, fast and not bumpy."

Gu Zheng, who was running in front, had a tacit understanding, so he connected with Caifeng's self-talk: "if you like to sit, I'll drag you home in the evening. Let you sit all your life."

Followed by a long silence, only the sound of footsteps echoed around the two people.

Until they saw the shack that belonged to them again, Caifeng, who was about to enter his own house, suddenly turned his head, looked very serious and said to Gu Zheng, "OK! In the future, I hope to sit in brother Gu's car for a long time."

It was a decision made after considering how long it took. Inexplicably, Gu Zheng thought Caifeng was really a silly girl: "OK! Go back to bed."

"Yes!"

Parting is so simple, but Gu Zheng knows that he has opened a new door to the emotional world for the original owner.

In this world, there are too many and many kinds of feelings. We should appreciate everything in the world, so that we can not waste our life.

You're welcome, employer. My name is * *.

Gu Zheng, who consciously had nothing to do and was light, slept soundly, but he didn't know that his little butterfly began to incite a whirlwind called popularity.

Who in Dongli Garden thought that he heard a cheap play on the way, and the material and inspiration came.

The most mysterious old student's role as a performer and the strangest way of ostentation are occupied by Dongli tea garden.

In such a humble tea garden, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Although there is only one play a day, the standard of the people who start the play here is enough to make people happy for three days.

This article was written and published in the entertainment appreciation column of the life section. It must be the rhythm of the fire.