Chapter 410 Unworthy
Others may not understand, but Yu Xiaowan can personally experience Yu Zhuolong's love for music and yearning for music dreams during the time spent with him.

Yu Zhuolong raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned a little red, he looked away hurriedly when he met Yu Xiaowan's sincere and persistent eyes, and his voice was hoarse.

"My dad broke my guitar that day, and then he knelt in front of me and begged me to go back to school and wait for the school to assign me. I thought I would be fine if I compromised, but he still made trouble with the school, and my teacher also Because I have been punished, I have already made concessions, why doesn't he let my teacher go? Do you think people like me are worthy of dreams? No, not at all."

In the last sentence, Yu Zhuolong almost growled.

Yu Xiaowan saw that there was a crystal drop of water on the table.

"Everything is my fault. I have caused my teacher to suffer. At this point, I don't even have the chance to apologize to the teacher. Xiaowan, tell me, what qualifications do I have to talk about dreams like this? You don't know how it feels to see your father kneeling in front of you regardless of the occasion, and you don't even feel the guilt when your most respected teacher is punished for the mistakes you made. If I knew it would hurt the teacher, I would rather It wasn’t a step that was taken in the first place.”

Yu Zhuolong raised his hand to cover his eyes, and Yu Xiaowan could still see the wetness there from between his fingers.

The boss came over and saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he said, "You two's noodles, my family's noodles, don't mention the taste in this street, even the whole city of Jin is like this, there is nothing more important than eating , eat a bowl of noodles, and your troubles will be gone.”

Yu Xiaowan took the noodle bowl, "Thank you, boss."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, take your time. You can refill the noodle soup as you like, and it's free."

After the boss finished speaking, he took another look at Yu Zhuolong.

At this moment, Yu Zhuolong's emotions are also under control, but his eyes are still a little red, and he took the noodle bowl, "Yes, there is nothing bigger than eating. What is a dream? Can it make you full?" Let’s eat in the evening, the noodles in this noodle shop let you eat once and think about the next time, and in two months, I will allocate it, and I will work and earn money by then, I will invite you to eat what you want.”

If this sentence was said by another person, Yu Xiaowan would probably accept it gladly.

It's just that when Yu Zhuolong said these words, she couldn't be happy.

But seeing that Yu Zhuolong's mood eased, she didn't mention the matter of the Conservatory of Music anymore, and the two chatted about their current situation while eating noodles.

In the family courtyard, Lu Mu looked out of the window for the nth time.

The food on the table had already been reheated, and now it was completely cold again.

Glancing at the time, I couldn't sit still anymore, put on my coat and went out of the house, went back to the door and picked up the flashlight on the table.

During these days, he knew that the little guy went to the downtown shopping mall to sell paintings every day.

He didn't take the matter of painting at the party very seriously.

His little Wan is smart and studious, can write good handwriting, and it's not surprising that he can draw a picture.

As for whether her paintings can really be sold, he doesn't care much, he just thinks that the little guy has his own business to do, and if she is willing to go, he will support it.

Even he was a little proud of her little one.

His little person is delicate and soft, so he should do these things of writing and drawing.

(End of this chapter)

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