bad marriage

Chapter 43

"Stop arguing, stop arguing..."

Her face was as pale as a ghost, An Ning rushed out of the house with her head in her arms.

Home, a warm home, why is it the hell in her heart?

An Ning held her head and kept running. She only knew how to run, but when her shoes fell off, she continued to run.

There were many stones on the road, which cut her feet, but she didn't care, she was still running.

The big trees on both sides of the road were shaking slightly, and the leaves on them were rustling.

Her shadow fell on the road, very long.

There is only light wind and leaves here.

An Ning held her head, closed her eyes and ran forward frantically.

She pushed open the door of the practice room, rushed onto the stage, and hugged the cello.

"Grandma, grandma, tell me, is it because I'm not good enough? Grandma, tell me, tell me..."

She insisted on wanting an answer, but...

No one, no one can give her an answer.

The sunlight from the window poured in through the open door, and she sat on the ground holding the cello.

why?
Why on earth?
A boy stood by the door.

The boy's face was too pale, and he looked at the person kneeling on the stage.

There was nothing but silence in the whole world.

it's dark.

The blue of the sky is smudged by gold, and it becomes a piece of red.

Gu Anning stood up and left the practice room.

She clenched her palms tightly, and two blisters appeared on the fingers of her right hand.

Because the strings are not in the right way, and they have been practiced for too long.

The door of the practice room was pushed open again.

The boy stood in front of the door, looking into the empty room.

The light behind him is getting weaker.

White shirt, white pants and white shoes.

The wind hangs gently, as if whispering, rustling, and some catkins are blown in along the direction of the wind.

The practice room instantly seemed to be filled with starlight, and golden-colored catkins were everywhere.

He stretched out his hand.

Grab a ball, hold it in the palm of your hand, and open it.

A white blob.

It just fell into his palm.

He looked at the white ball quietly.

After a while, the door of the practice room was closed, and white catkins fell from the gap in his hands.

"Grandpa, my sister will come here to practice the piano every day..."

"Okay, I won't stop her..."

The family was peaceful, and there was no expected mother's rage.

"Wash your hands and eat when you come back..."

Mama Gu said, and went into the kitchen.

Both Gu Haitao and Gu Yining had their faces painted, and Gu Yining was too lazy to talk to Gu Aning now.

She also didn't bother to gossip about Gu An Ning, just being so indifferent, as if she didn't exist.

night.

Still a sleepless night.

An Ning was lying on the bed, listening to her father's snoring, her mother's turning over, Gu Yining's coquettish cry of pain even when she was sleeping, and Haitao's choking.

She didn't know what Haitao dreamed about, was it the same as herself?

When you wake up, there are tears all over your face?
She smiled, hugged the quilt and closed her eyes.

Grandma, I don't want you to see me cry.

Tranquility is the best.

An Ning, likes books.

She cherishes every book, because it is the last thought left by her grandma.

Gu Yining's neck was healed, but she said that she still felt scars on her neck.

"Mom, give me that chain..." Yining stretched out her hand.

Gu's mother handed the chain to Gu Yining's hand, hugged her eldest daughter and kissed her.

"We Yining are the embryos of beauties, we look good with anything we wear." Mama Gu boasted.

Gu Yining put the necklace on her neck with a smile, An Ning glanced at it, and then sighed softly in her heart.

She took the book to the door and changed her shoes.

"Mom, I'm going to a classmate's house to do my homework..."

Gu's mother hummed in response, and went to see her without paying much attention, and put that pair on her eldest daughter...

The necklace snatched from Gu Anning's hand.

An Ning hugged the book, even after walking out for a long time, she could still hear the laughter of the mother and daughter in the room.

She could imagine how her mother would hug Yining, and how Yining would act like a baby in her mother's arms.

but……

All this does not belong to her, has nothing to do with her.

An Ning walked by the familiar roadside, and some white and delicate flower petals fell from the book.

She stretched out her hand and watched the white petals fall into her palm.

She looked up.

A piece of white snow fell from the sky, and the petals floated down freely. Following the direction of the wind, she stretched out her hand to welcome it.

The breeze blew her short hair, and the petals were reflected in her eyes.

hatred.

The flip side of hate is love.

An Ning can't resent others, she thinks this is the fate that grandma said, if there is, there is, and if there is no, you can't force it.

She took out the key and opened the door of the practice room.

"Hey……"

Jiang Chengyu walked over with a book in his arms in a strange way. It was not the first time he saw her appear here.

She said she didn't know the princess, but the way they got along seemed like they didn't know each other?

Jiang Chengyu narrowed his eyes and looked down at Gu Anning.

"You are not from our school." This is an affirmative sentence, and the other meaning of the words is that a person who is not from our school has the key to the practice room of our school, why not?
An Ning lowered her eyes, staring at her toes.

Her shadow was reflected in the corridor, and the sunlight outside shone in.

The boy put his hands in his pockets, and stared at the girl he couldn't understand with an arrogant expression.

"I... I came here to learn the piano..." Gu Anning murmured.

Even if it's not for learning the piano, she has nowhere to go except here. This is her secret base. Only here can she feel that she is alive.

"Are you learning the cello?" Jiang Chengyu's words carried an unknowingly sarcasm.

He didn't mean anything else. What can she learn from learning piano at her age?
Even the princess started learning from an early age, at the age of three or four.

Jiang Chengyu frowned, and something he still cared about flashed through his mind.

"We met before, remember? In the Children's Palace, grandma..." Jiang Chengyu carefully observed Gu Anning's expression.

really!

Gu Anning raised his head in a daze, then a rippling flashed in his eyes, and Jiang Chengyu raised his eyebrows.

"At that time, I and a senior brother helped you..."

He paid attention to Gu Anning's expression while speaking, sure enough.

She didn't know that the princess was the one playing the cello.

But at the same time as he breathed a sigh of relief, another breath came up, why does she like the cello?

"Do you like violin?" Jiang Chengyu asked tentatively, thinking in his heart, don't be what he thinks, don't be.

Gu Anning twisted her hands, raised her stubborn eyes, and faced Jiang Chengyu, Jiang Chengyu's heart trembled.

He is admired by others, no one has ever dared to look at him like this, and would never look at him like this, even if the teacher looked at him, his eyes were either praise or appreciation, but there was nothing in Gu Anning's eyes, Jiang Chengyu carefully looked at him I have been looking for it for a long time.

(End of this chapter)