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Chapter 138 You Are Not Cold

Wen Miao put away her phone, looked around, and found the glutinous rice dumpling in a crowd more than ten meters away.

There was a man with an acoustic guitar singing there. This beach was very close to the university town, and there were many students on the beach who came out to play after class, and many people had already stopped and surrounded them.

The man's low and deep voice came over with the sound of waves: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, never forgetting, alone in a thousand miles, there is no place to talk about desolation."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi was fascinated by what he heard, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he repeated it softly: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, and never forget it."

Wen Miao walked up to her and stopped, and happened to hear her repeating this sentence softly, turned her head slightly and whispered to her: "This is a teacher from Haida Conservatory of Music, who often comes to the beach to sing at night, this song is his The music I composed was written in memory of my deceased wife."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi seemed to come back to his senses: "Dead wife?"

"Yeah." Wen Miao nodded, because her musician teacher is from Haida Conservatory of Music, so she has heard about this teacher's story.

"I also heard what my tutor said. It should be 20 years ago. The teacher's wife died of illness. Then the teacher never got married again. He brought up his daughter. After his daughter got married two years ago, he often I will come here and sing."

Little Nuomi Tuanzi pursed her lips, lowered her head again, and did not speak again.

Wen Miao was keenly aware of her strange emotions at this moment.

After the song ended, the little glutinous rice dumpling didn't stay here anymore, but squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers, and walked to the beach by the sea, getting closer to the sea.

The waves surged up layer by layer, washing against the shore continuously. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the half moon in the sky.

Wen Miao tilted her head and looked at her, a little puzzled.

From the moment we first met, she felt that there was a strange contradiction in this little glutinous rice dumpling. It could be seen that it was well protected, its eyes were clean, and it was full of innocent innocence and trust in the world. You are not defenseless, but when you laugh, there is an indescribable sorrow in your eyes.

She is obviously only a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is still at an inexperienced age, why does she have that kind of silent look in her eyes?

Wen Miao looked at her suspiciously, and saw that the little glutinous rice dumpling suddenly hooked up the long, thin rope around her neck. It seemed to be a ring in the shape of a silver ring, strung together in a braided rope.

She lifted it up with a thin rope and pointed it at the moon in the distance.

The small silver ring happened to enclose the moon inside, and Wen Miao heard her say softly: "Good things in the world are not firm, but colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle."

Immediately, she released her hand lightly, and the silver ring and the braided rope fell together and fell on the beach.

Before the next wave came, Wen Miao bent down and picked up the silver ring that fell on the beach. She shook the fine sand sticking to it, and then put it back into the palm of the little glutinous rice dumpling: " Yes, good things in the world are not firm, but colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is brittle."

"However, there is another saying in the world." Wen Miao raised her eyes, and lightly tapped the palm of Xiao Nuomi Duanzi with her fingertips, "When you live, you will return, and when you die, you will love longing."

Wen Miao laughed, her black eyes were bright and bright, as if they were full of bright stars, and it was very easy to give birth to convincing power. She looked at her and said word by word: "Sister Yuzu, believe me, I am not ideal doctrine, but I am willing to believe that there is also a lifetime of emotion in this world."

Little Nuomi Tuanzi's eyes flashed slightly, and then he slowly closed his palms, tightening the silver ring in his palms.

Jiangzhou is a coastal city, and the wind is quite strong all year round, especially in spring. When Wen Miao came from the sea, she heard Chen Zhou say that the wind was too cold.

As soon as Shen Jiayu threw his coat to him, he felt something was wrong the next second, as if someone was staring at him, and when he turned around, he met Wen Miao's staring eyes.

That look is very intriguing, inexplicably a bit like... Knocking CP?

Shen Jiayu was quiet for a while, then raised his hand and took off the coat that Chen Zhou had just put on.

Chen Zhou, who had just been warmed up for less than three seconds: "...fuck?"

Chen Zhou raised his head in bewilderment, and watched Shen Jiayu put the coat on Wen Miao involuntarily. Wen Miao was puzzled: "Why are you giving me clothes? I'm not cold."

Shen Jiayu said in a flat voice, "You're cold."

Wen Miao: "I'm really not cold."

Shen Jiayu: "You are so cold."

Wen Miao: "..."

Hearing this, Chen Zhou couldn't help it: "Brother, it's me who is cold, it's me."

Shen Jiayu didn't raise her eyes: "You're not cold."

Chen Zhou: "..."

Hold.

Wen Miao looked at Shen Jiayu in a daze, then at Chen Zhou, still puzzled, assuming that the two of them were having fun again, she didn't ask any further questions, and she closed the chain of her coat casually. He looked at Shen Jiayu again.

Shen Jiayu looked at her for two seconds, hesitated for a moment, then gestured to her with the Coke in his hand, and asked tentatively, "Do you want a drink?"

Wen Miao reached out to take it, took a sip, held it again and asked, "Let's go?"

It was almost seven o'clock, and it was time for dinner. After a long day of wind blowing by the sea, although Wen Miao didn't feel too cold, her hands were already completely cold.

"Let's go."

It was Chen Zhou who spoke.

He stood up from the bench and waved to the little glutinous rice dumpling not far away. The little glutinous rice dumpling quickly came over with a big and ugly shell.

Wen Miao's eyes were stabbed by the big shell's ugliness: "Ah... Sister Yuzu, why did you choose this one?"

She clearly saw that she had picked up a lot of good-looking ones just now, why did she insist on picking the ugliest one?

The little glutinous rice dumpling hugged the big shell and said, "It's the biggest."

"..." Wen Miao said, "But it is the ugliest."

"It doesn't matter." The little glutinous rice dumpling still said, "It doesn't matter if you are ugly, it is the biggest."

Wen Miao: "..."

Okay, got it, she likes big things, it doesn't matter if they are ugly or not.

Chen Zhou didn't stay long. He booked a plane at 04:30 the next day, and Wen Miao followed him to the airport to see him off.

Before leaving, Chen Zhou hooked Shen Jiayu's shoulders, and bid farewell to Yiyi in a very streamlined way: "Dad is so big, when I have time, Dad will come to see you again."

Shen Jiayu raised his eyes lazily: "Are you here to see me, or to see Wen Miao?"

"Hey, baby, why are you jealous?" Chen Zhou hooked his fingers, and returned what he said with a frivolous expression, "Don't worry, I still love you the most in my heart."

"..."

The person next to him who was also waiting for the flight gave him a slightly strange look.

(End of this chapter)