Fake daughter, her wish comes true

Chapter 51

Zhong Yan frowned when he saw that thing, and Zhong Ke immediately explained with insight: "I see you didn't eat dinner, so I brought it for you."

Zhong Yan glanced at him weakly, and waved his hand: "I don't want to eat, you can take it away."

But Zhong Ke reached out to open the food box, and laid out the immediate dishes: "Because you are at home, Aunt Wang cooked your portion too. If you don't eat it, it will be a waste. And how sad Aunt Wang must be."

Although she lived in Zhong's family, Zhong Yan felt that she was a poor person. After hearing Zhong Ke's words, she couldn't bear to waste food anymore.

When Zhong Yan picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly, Zhong Ke was still watching.

Zhong Yan felt that his head was big when he saw it. She glared at Zhong Ke and chased him away: "Why are you standing here? Do you still want to eat? If you want to eat, you can take it. I can't eat it either."

Zhong Ke took two steps, grabbed the door frame but then shook his head and stopped: "I just watched you eat..."

Seeing his expression, Zhong Yan almost smashed his chopsticks: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Ke didn't dare to provoke Zhong Yan, he bowed down again and almost fell to his knees: "I was the one who was sorry for you in the past, now and in the future I won't, Zhong Yan is my sister, an existence that I will cherish all my life !"

The corners of Zhong Yan's mouth twitched when he heard that, she tilted her head and glared at Zhong Ke: "What do you mean? Talk like a human!"

Zhong Ke actually lowered his head deeply at this time, and said in a barely audible voice: "Zhong Yan, I will treat you well in the future."

Zhong Yan sneered twice, knocked his rice bowl twice, and said indifferently: "Don't disgust me, get out!"

Zhong Ke said hello and left in a panic.

When Zhong Yan lowered his head to eat, she thought of Lu Qingcheng again. Not long ago, Lu Qingcheng also said this to her. At that time, the two talked and laughed at Yan Yan, one promised and the other agreed, as if smiling Can laugh forever.

Now Zhong Yan doesn't believe in these sweet words anymore, and this is Zhong Ke who she can't wait to eat alive, no matter what he says, she will not return any soft-heartedness.

After dinner, Zhong Yan told Lu Qingcheng about the two things that happened today. She said in a melancholy voice, "I didn't expect that Gu Huaizhou would be so indifferent. Like all adults, he has always been so indifferent. Didn't take our feelings seriously."

"What makes people even more angry is Zhong Ke. He didn't know what kind of nerve he was, and he suddenly swayed in front of me, saying that he should treat me well. It really makes people angry."

After the complaint with Lu Qingcheng was over, Zhong Yan felt that the burden in her heart had been unloaded. She heaved a long sigh of relief, and lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to sleep.

In fact, she can't even remember how it started to leave a message to Lu Qingcheng, anyway, it has become one of the things she must do every day, if she doesn't do this, she will not be able to sleep at night.

Fortunately, Lu Qingcheng never canceled his account. Although he never responded, Zhong Yan felt that he was always listening.

Early the next morning, Zhong Yan went to Lu Qingcheng's house, and she was going to fetch some things from his house.

At that time, Zhong Yan'ai ran to his house, bringing over folding fans, extra-curricular books, and fruit plates in summer.

When Zhong Yan collected those things one by one, she looked at the row of debris in front of her and couldn't laugh or cry.

It turned out that when she never noticed, she actually moved so many things here, as if she didn't realize when she fell in love with Lu Qingcheng, but Lu Qingcheng lived in her heart unknowingly .

Together with those extracurricular books, Zhong Yan packed two big cardboard boxes together. When she was carrying the first big cardboard box to go out, she met Lu's mother who was going downstairs to drink water.

Zhong Yan stopped immediately, put down the cardboard box, bowed respectfully to the other party, and said sincerely: "Thank you for letting me come to collect things."

Mother Lu only glanced at her and did not speak.

Zhong Yan hurriedly chased after him and asked: "I also want you to tell me, how is Lu Qingcheng doing now? Is he lonely, and is he eating well?"

When she said this, she didn't realize that her tears were streaming down and falling on Mother Lu's hands.

Lu's mother looked up at the tears in a daze, and suddenly her eyes were red. Zhong Yan heard her say: "If we didn't force him to learn this and that when he was young, he would not be unhappy. If I can take care of him better, he wouldn't have gone through the fire..."

Zhong Yan also felt wronged, wronged for herself, wronged for Lu Qingcheng, she also resented, resented good luck, resented Zhong Ke, resented that they might have no relationship...

"He's not bad, he likes to listen to music when he's awake, he'll go out to watch the sunset, and occasionally call us mom and dad with a smile... But I don't dare to look at him, I'm afraid I'll see the scars on his body... ..."

When she said this, she almost couldn't cry, Zhong Yan, with tears in his eyes, stepped forward and gently hugged this not-so-kind elder.

But Lu's mother obviously didn't want her to see her tears. She had her concerns, so she took the initiative to distance herself from Zhong Yan and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears: "Don't worry, he really wants you to focus enjoy your life."

Zhong Yan doesn't know if it will change in the future, but now she is reluctant to leave Lu Qingcheng alone, if she embarks on a new life and he stays where she is, she is afraid that Lu Qingcheng will be lonely.

But Zhong Yan didn't make it clear, she just turned around and picked up her cardboard box, and smiled at Lu's mother: "I'll take this back first, and I'll come over for the rest later."

When Zhong Yan returned to Zhong's house with the big cardboard box in his arms, Zhong Ke, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up voluntarily, making a gesture to take the things in her hand.

Zhong Yan didn't touch him, she turned her body slightly, rejecting Zhong Ke's kindness.

When she returned to Lu Qingcheng's room to hold the cardboard boxes again, she saw his mother there. She scanned every thing Lu Qingcheng used with nostalgia, and her eyes had already revealed silent love.

After seeing Zhong Yan coming, she said: "There is anything else you want to take away here, you can take it away, I don't know if he will come back, if he does, he probably won't need it. "

Zhong Yan thought for a while, and went to pick a violin. She smiled and said, "I'm also learning the violin recently, so I'll borrow it from him first. When he comes back, let him come to me to get it. I will take good care of it." Yes. I won’t move those things, I’ll leave them for you to think about.”

Lu's mother shook her head slightly and smiled: "I don't need it. If his condition keeps recurring, I will go over and take care of him personally. If I want to say anything or ask anything, just talk to him directly."

Zhong Yan pursed his lips, thanked him and left with the violin.

After that day, in that villa area, the music of the violin was always played every night, but the player who played the violin was obviously a novice, and the music was monotonous, and sometimes it was intermittent.

Zhong Ke didn't dare to speak, but Zhong Juyi couldn't bear it anymore. When Zhong Yan continued to immerse herself in the sound of her piano, she opened the door suddenly, stared at Zhong Yan and asked, "Don't you know that you play the piano? How ugly? I'm ashamed to say it's from my family!"

Zhong Yan turned around and smiled at her: "You play well, why don't you try playing one?"

Zhong Juyi is proficient in singing, dancing and music theory, at this time she reached out her hand unceremoniously: "Bring it here and let me demonstrate it to you, you are really ugly."

Zhong Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned around with the violin in his hand: "No, no one else can touch this violin except me, you use your own!"

Sure enough, Zhong Juyi couldn't stand the provocation, so she pointed at Zhong Yan angrily, and after a while, she immediately appeared in front of her with her violin in her arms, closed her eyes a little, and a melodious tune came out from her hand up.

However, Zhong Yan dialed Lu Qingcheng's number at this time and pressed the recording button. Zhong Juyi didn't realize her behavior until the performance was about to finish. She was very angry and asked Zhong Yan: "You are crazy! , what is this doing?"

"I lied to Lu Qingcheng that I did it myself, let him listen to it." Zhong Yan answered Zhong Juyi jokingly.

"You! You mean!"

Zhong Yan didn't explain at all, just said: "I know you're bothering me, but you won't be able to see me in two days, and I'm going to work part-time after the Chinese New Year, so you'll be happy."

It was only then that Zhong Juyi found out that Zhong Yan had calculated everything, but she had no position to speak about Zhong Yan's leaving Zhong's house, so she just said "Oh" to Zhong Yan and said nothing more.

After Zhong Juyi found out about this matter, all Zhong's family members knew about it, but they didn't stop them, only Zhong Ting asked cautiously: "Will you come back?"

Zhong Yan nodded lazily. Although he was not very clear, he finally gave them a statement.

Zhong Yan's part-time job was found near the school, and it was also very close to her apartment, so she was quite satisfied.

When going out, Zhong Yan only brought Sydney and a simple suitcase, for her, these things are enough.

And the place where she worked was a flower shop. When Zhong Yan went there, she was lucky. The female boss was worried that the former part-time student did not give a clear answer, so Zhong Yan just walked in. The two hit it off, and Zhong Yan's part-time job It was settled.

She doesn't have many things to do every day, that is, pruning flower branches and learning how to arrange and wrap flowers, which is another thing that interests her, so she learns it with great joy.

The only thing that was busy was on Valentine's Day. Zhong Yan didn't know how many bouquets of roses he had sold. The men and women who came to buy roses had happy smiles on their faces, holding roses like they were full of love. Same.

After a busy day, the boss saw that there were a few leftover roses in the bucket, so she handed them to Zhong Yan, and urged her to say, "Xiao Zhong doesn't have a boyfriend. I don't have to be afraid if I don't. Such a beautiful Flowers, we send ourselves!"

Zhong Yan gratefully held the flowers in his hands, and corrected him: "No, I have a boyfriend."

"Hey! You have a boyfriend, so your boyfriend is not very competent. You have been busy all day and don't know to pick you up. If he doesn't send you flowers, I will be the first to vent your anger on you!"

Zhong Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "No, he is in a foreign country, and he won't come back for the time being."

"Oh, love in a foreign country, it's really hard, but if you can persist, it must be true love. Xiao Zhong, I think you look good, and I wish you a long time!"

After hearing this, Zhong Yan also took a deep breath with a lot of emotion, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, it will last forever!"

When Zhong Yan turned to leave, a bold figure suddenly rushed in and asked the boss, "Boss, do you have any more roses? Give me 99 roses!"

The boss smiled politely: "Handsome guy, I'm sorry, there are so many young people dating now, Jiuduo is gone."

The boy beat his chest in frustration, Zhong Yan looked at it for a while, and then handed over the roses in his hand: "I still have a few roses in my hand, I don't need them anyway, here are you."

In fact, the rose in her hand is still fresh, if you really need it, you can.

The boy said thank you a few times, but when he raised his head, he stared at Zhong Yan fiercely.

"You...are you the female classmate Gu Huaizhou met, the one who sat in the wrong seat last time, hey, it's really you!"

Zhong Yan felt confused when he heard what he said, the boy sighed and introduced himself: "It's me, last time I sat next to Gu Huaizhou, my name is Wei Ran, why are you here too? flower!"

Zhong Yan didn't have a deep impression of this person, she nodded casually, and explained: "No, I'm here for a part-time job."

And as soon as she knew that this person had something to do with Gu Huaizhou, she immediately became in a bad mood, and even felt that the roses she gave were an eyesore.

Wei Ran smiled familiarly: "If I knew you were here, I would have asked you to keep it for me. I wasted a long time running away."

Zhong Yan looked at him and smiled: "If you were in such a hurry, wouldn't you have already ordered it? Let me tell the truth, girls never care about what you give, what she cares about is your sincerity! You hurriedly found a few Rose makes up the numbers, it's too perfunctory."

Wei Ran was baffled and looked at Zhong Yan silently.

I don't know what he was thinking, he took two steps, and raised his hand to throw the roses in the trash can. Zhong Yan became anxious when he saw it: "If you don't want it, you can't waste it. If you don't want it, I will still want it." !"

Wei Ran glanced at her in surprise, stopped his hand stretched out in front of the trash can, put the rose back in front of Zhong Yan, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want more?"

Zhong Yan took it over: "Yes, why not, I want to give it to my boyfriend."

Wei Ran's eyes widened at this moment, and he asked incredulously, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Zhong Yan just smelled the fragrance of the flowers and smiled, and didn't say much.

She hugged the flowers all the way home, and when she got home, she inserted the flowers well, found a better angle to take a photo, and sent it to Lu Qingcheng: "For you, when you come back, you have to Give me nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers."

Lu Qingcheng didn't know if he saw it, anyway, after Zhong Yan sent the message, he just stared at the chat box for a long time.

Compared with most Chinese people, she is a bit of an anomaly, because at this moment she desperately hopes that WeChat has a read function.

If she knew that Lu Qingcheng had read her message, she would definitely be jumping for joy!

(End of this chapter)