Gu jiuci stared at the screen of the mobile phone, unconsciously looking at the black screen of the mobile phone, and then she opened it again.

She has some insomnia.

"Gu jiuci, how can you become so pretentious? Isn't the previous life so afraid of the great devil? "

She murmured to herself, and suddenly found that Huo Mingche's face appeared in her mind.

He gazed at his appearance, the way he peeled shrimp for her, and the way he imprisoned her that night. He asked her if he gave her...

the picture seemed to be imprinted in his mind, which could not be erased.

Gu jiuci put his hand over his eyes in embarrassment: "how do you always think of that night?"

She was suddenly surprised to find that she was not afraid of the great devil, and even all the things of Huo Mingche in her previous life were gradually diluted in her mind, even unable to remember.

When the clock went to twelve o'clock, Gu jiuci was sure that she couldn't sleep. She never thought that one day, she couldn't sleep because she thought of Huo Mingche.

But she still had no message for Huo Mingche. Then she went to the home of sichen to practice the piano after school the next day.

"Here comes the word!"

Upon arriving at the home of sichen, her mother embraced her warmly and said with some emotion.

"You haven't come to our house for years. I thought you two were really going to break up."

"Auntie, I used to be too ignorant."

Gu jiuci looks at sichen's mother and touches her nose with embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, this is your youth, but fate will always connect you. Look, you two are not as good as ever!"

Division of the mother is a cheerful and optimistic personality, when talking, always smile, and then show a pair of lovely to save me.

Gu jiuci didn't want to think about it. A few years later, his family was in a state of decline. His mother's smiling face gradually looked old and miserable because of her livelihood.

"Well, hurry up and practice. I'll prepare some snacks for you."

"Thank you, mama."

Looking at the back of his mother, Gu jiuci clenched his fist secretly. She could never let the tragedy happen again!

"Come on, let's go to the piano room."

Sichen is in a good mood and leads Gu jiuci to the piano room.

"Morning, how are you doing with Yugu?"

Gu jiuci did not move the look of inquiry, while carefully observing the expression of sichen.

"We..."

there was a flash of shame and happiness on the face of sichen.

"We're fine now."

Seeing the appearance of a little woman immersed in a honeypot, Gu jiuci's heart suddenly sank. It seems that Gu's Huairou strategy really worked.

She was in a hurry, but she didn't know how to persuade sichen, so she had to restrain her anxiety and practice with sichen first.

On this day, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but he was absent-minded when practicing.

"Deng!"

For the fifth time, the piano made a discordant sound. Gu jiuci put down his violin and looked at sichen.

"I'm sorry. I always make mistakes in this passage."

The morning awkwardly vomited her tongue.

Gu jiuci didn't speak, such a mistake, if it was the previous morning, was rarely made.

"Let's have a rest."

She sighed and put the violin on the shelf.

"Maybe I'm too tired."