Chapter 214

To tell you the truth, my heart is indeed some diaphragm.

After all, she hasn't convinced herself from the bottom of her heart about last night.

"No, brother. I I can do it myself. "

In the afternoon, Cheng Hao told her about these problems, and she could solve them by herself.

Then there was silence.

His silence, and her silence.

Until the time passed, she looked at the clock, and unconsciously it was five minutes.

This

"Brother, are you still there?"

She thought, he must have gone.

"Yes."

It is a man's grace word, let the small eyebrow heart beat.

It seems that people outside the door are waiting

Wait for her to open the door.

And she, too, is waiting.

Wait for him to leave.

Another three minutes passed.

Finally, the first one to be soft is always her.

The moment she opened the door, she looked up at the people outside.

"Brother..."

"You may not open the door."

In this way, he will be outside the door, maybe wait a little longer, and he will leave by himself.

"No, I..."

Thin small moved lips, but want to explain the words stuck in the throat.

She wanted to explain, but it seemed What he said was true.

After a long time, the girl looked him in the face and asked:

"last night..."

When it comes to last night, she has a lingering fear, and his eyes are so familiar that he can't see emotion like a deep pool.

"Last night you Drunk, you think of me as someone else, right? "

In this way, bold to say their own guess.

She just wanted to hear him say "yes".

But it doesn't seem like that.

"Who else is it, eh?"

The smile of Bo Yanchen's lip corner seems to have if not, but the cold meaning plated, some awe inspiring.

“…… Song, song Kexin. "

Song Kexin

Hearing the girl say the name, he suddenly chuckled. She didn't understand why.

Song Kexin, if she had not mentioned it now, he would have forgotten that there was still this figure in the world.

"You think so?"

“……”

Thin small language plug, on the man's dark eyes, she could not find the voice for a moment.

Finally, he nodded stiffly.

Isn't it.

"If you think so, that's it."

If she wishes so, so be it.

"Brother..."

"No, now."

Instead of giving her a chance to continue talking, he shifted each other's topics to her lessons.

Bo Xiaoxiao shook his head:

"no, I can do it all."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well, have a rest early."

With that, he turned and left her room.

No more words, no more explanations.

But thin small, in the heart does not feel comfortable, on the contrary

More and more uncomfortable, as if there is a big stone, pressing her, almost out of breath.

……

In the next few days, she went to the library's study room every day to listen to Cheng Hao's guidance.

I went home in the evening, but I didn't see Bo Yanchen again.

Mother said that this time my brother will go to other places for a long time. Maybe she will take the college entrance examination and he will not be there.

Hearing such words, the sense of loss in Bo Xiaoxiao's heart is real.

But think about it, it's just an exam, it's not a big deal. It's the same whether he's here or not.

On the day of the college entrance examination, Bo Yanchen still didn't come back.

In the examination room, in the face of those examination questions, I have to say that Cheng haozhen's pledge is very accurate, and many of the same types of questions have been drawn to the key points by him.

I hope the results will be the same as him.

At the end of the last exam, she walked out of the examination room and finally ended her three years of high school career.

"Little, look what this is."

"Music score."

In the evening, when I was in the room and had a video with Liang Sheng, my mother brought this to her.

Bo Xiaoxiao has learned piano since childhood, which is also her hobby and has won many awards.

In the past, she didn't go out all day, just like playing the piano at home.

However -

she hasn't touched the piano for a long time, because senior three really dare not be distracted.

Now that the college entrance examination is over, she can play the piano again.

"This is a new one for you. Just relax during this period. I hope you can play the most beautiful music on the day of the bar mitzvah."Rite of passage

It's not her mother who said that. She almost forgot her 18th birthday more than a month later.

At that time, the results should come out, if the score is not ideal, where does she have the mind to celebrate her birthday.

"This time, mom is going to hold a birthday dinner party. Baby, your bar mitzvah will be grand and unforgettable for you."

Bo's mother is such a precious daughter. Naturally, the rite of passage is not without luxury and solemnity. The Bo family is also one of the top leaders in an'cheng. In fact, Mrs. Bo has other thoughts, just to see if there is a suitable candidate

After all, no matter how good a girl is, her final destination is still to see her husband.

"Don't be so extravagant and wasteful. We can live at home as usual."

Bo Xiaoxiao doesn't have many friends. Liang Sheng went abroad again and held a birthday party. All the people who came here were famous people, and she didn't know them.

Those uncles and grandfathers, to give her a girl to celebrate her birthday, she would feel very strange.

"Everything's up to you, but it's up to me. Mom's already getting ready."

Bo Xiaoxiao:

OK, I can't live up to my mother's kindness, but --

"can I invite my friends then?"

"Of course."

Bo's friends are not Liang Sheng who is abroad, but Cheng Hao.

After all, he really helped her a lot in the exam.

……

So large living room, that elegant tune came, thin small looking at the music, the corners of his lips raised.

Fortunately, I haven't learned piano in vain for more than ten years.

Liang Sheng has said that with her piano playing qualifications, she doesn't need to be admitted to any University at all. She directly applies to the Conservatory of music in France, where there are musicians.

But I just take piano as my interest. If one day, it becomes my job, maybe

She wouldn't have loved it that much.

When Bo Yanchen entered the house, he heard the sound of the piano. He stopped to look up, and the beautiful shadow was reflected in his eyes.

She was sitting in front of the piano in a short white dress, with her ponytail tied up and her back to him.

Flexible fingers, touch on the note, the sound, really beautiful.

Even if it was a figure from the back, he could imagine that her eyes and eyebrows must be dyed and her crimson lips lifted slightly.

Thin small very enjoy, the feeling of dancing between the fingers.

"Sir, come back."

When the servant saw Bo Yanchen, he said something unintentionally, but the sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

Thin small action stopped, slowly turned back, saw the same man looking at her.

It has been nearly half a month. This time he went to other places for a long time.

"Brother."

She got up and called. And the other side jaw head, no more words, went upstairs back to his room.

In the past, he just went out for two or three days and came back. She would be excited and happy to stay with him for a while and talk.

And this time, what has become different, and he, that alienated indifference, she can clearly feel.

Since when, each other has been from nothing to say, into a stranger relationship?

The girl did not have that mind to play again, as if all the good mood before, all disappeared.

……

"Dong Dong Dong", the girl standing outside the door summoned up her courage and knocked on his door.

However, a minute passed and no one came to drive.

After a second knock, she wondered whether he was resting. After all, he had to have a good rest when he came back after a long time in the field.

Forget it. She'll come back to him when he's rested.

But just want to give up and turn back to his room, the door was opened, the man just came out of the bathroom, she heard her voice.

Wearing a bathrobe, the neckline slightly open, let her involuntarily drop her eyes.

"Something?"

And the tone of the man is strange, as if he is talking to a stranger.

"I have something to say to you But let's talk about it another day. "

"Say it now."

In Bo Yanchen, there is no other day, only now. If you don't say it now, don't say it again.

Thin little bit lips, watching the man turn into the room, she had to follow in, watching him pour himself a glass of red wine, sitting on the sofa, shaking the goblet, waiting for her to continue to say, she wanted to say.

The girl held her breath and said:

"why do you I've been ignored all this time? "