If The Moon Won’t Hold You

Chapter 1: First encounter

When he was thirteen, his father died.

My mother took Cen Ning to the Yanjia. She had never been there, but I heard that there was a fiance's Yanjia living in it.

To be honest, Cen Ning is still young. She doesn't know the three words fiance deeply. She only knows that it is someone who has never met her but should treat her well.

Time passed one by one, and at 4:20 in the afternoon, the long black car stopped at a gate where the sentry stood. Cen Ning sat in the back row respectfully, and only glanced out the window when he realized that he had arrived at the destination.

Everything in front of her is unfamiliar, buildings, roads, cars, and even the people who kindly opened the door to her... All of these are outside of her cognition. Cen Ning's hands are tight, and she can feel it. My palm was sweating slightly.

"Mrs. Wei, here." The man who opened the door from the co-pilot said to Wei Pinfang.

Cen Ning turned to look at his mother, who nodded to the people outside, and then whispered to Cen Ning: "What are you doing? Get out of the car."

Cen Ning pursed her lips and hesitated, but under her mother's dissatisfied gaze, she got out of the car obediently.

The man in the passenger seat led the two of them to the door. Cen Ning seemed to follow him obediently, but those eyes kept looking around secretly.

Everything here seems to be a scene that will only appear in TV dramas. Young men in military uniforms are rarely seen standing at the gate, motionless, as if they are seen as air. After entering the gate, there is an open Linlang Avenue, on both sides of which are planted big trees that she still can't name. The trunks are straight and regular, while the leaves are crossing each other, forming a piece of shade.

Turning right after walking out of this avenue, the field of vision suddenly widened, and there was a large open space here. On the open ground, there is also a small square array, they are wearing the same training clothes, doing neat and uniform movements.

Cen Ning was a little dumbfounded, all of them were tall and strong, and when they shouted slogans, they could make her heart tremble.

"What are you looking at, come here quickly." Unconsciously, he stopped, and Wei Pinfang saw that she didn't move and turned around and pulled her.

Cen Ning turned her head, somewhat puzzled: "What are they doing."

Wei Pinfang: "What did you tell you at home last night, let you be obedient, don't ask questions."

Cen Ning pursed her lips and bowed her head.

"They are training." The man leading the way saw this and answered her with a smile, "This is very common. We also train recruits in our yard. This gang enlisted in the army this year."

After answering, continue to move forward. Cen Ning was a little curious about such a scene, and couldn't help but look back, so the little person pulled a distance away.

Pounding—

At this moment, there were several sounds of the ball hitting the ground not far away. When Cen Ning's gaze moved from the square, the ball just stopped bouncing and rolled in front of her leisurely.

Where's the basketball?

Before Cen Ning could raise her head, there was already a cold voice in front of her.

"Child, kick the ball over."

The voice is slightly low, like a turbulent spring in the deep mountains and dense forests, with endless waves on the surface, but when it falls on the eardrum, it makes people feel the mysterious and precious inside.

Cen Ning slowly raised his head to look at the person who spoke not far away. The person looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a white sportswear with a pair of white and blue sneakers on his feet. Exquisite, especially outstanding.

At this moment, he looked at her without waves, his thick black eyelashes were hanging slightly, and he didn't say anything, but Cen Ning gave birth to a kind of invisible pressure.

She squeezed her palms, panicked and kicked.

But I don’t know if it’s too nervous, this foot only wiped the side of the ball, and the basketball slowly rolled forward and stopped again.

"..."

"Puff! The little girl's strength is so small." A boy in black sportswear trot forward behind that person. He bent down and picked up the basketball on the ground, and said to the man who led Cenning in the door, "Old Gao, Did you bring this little girl? Who, relative?"

Lao Gao walked back to the edge of Cen Ning, and said politely: "Not a relative, but a guest invited by the old man."

As soon as these words came out, the boys playing on the court looked at Cen Ning in surprise, and even the cold-spoken person before turned his gaze on her.

Cen Ning has always been timid, and her face was blushing when the teacher called her up to answer questions, not to mention the fact that so many boys suddenly looked at her. She moved behind Lao Gao subconsciously, and looked at Wei Pinfang a few steps away in a panic.

"Guest of the head of speech? Damn, you have such a great face." He turned his head and said, "Brother Yan, you know him."

Brother Yan.

What is the last name?

Cen Ning was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the cold-faced boy who had just asked her to pick up the ball.

"I don't know." The man frowned slightly and looked at Lao Gao.

He didn't say anything, but only one look, but Lao Gao responded to what he meant and immediately explained respectfully, "It's from the Cen family, this little girl is called...Cen Ning."

"What." The words and deeds paused, and he lowered his eyes again to look at Cen Ning. This time, there was obvious surprise in his cold eyes, "You say, this kid?"

"I'm not, kid." Cen Ning replied boldly somehow, although she stumbled, it didn't sound like a deterrent.

The boy behind his words and deeds dribbled the ball while curious, the basketball hit the ground with a pounding sound, just like Cen Ning's heart. She thinks he knows who he is, Lao Gao explained to him this way, and his surname is Yan, then... he does what he says and does.

This was different from what she had imagined. Grandpa actually mentioned this person when he was alive, whether it was a joke or a serious one, in short, she would vaguely know that her words and deeds are different to her.

Since childhood, she has received too little love and care, so in her mind she would imagine the kind of gentle and easy-going person who would smile and treat her well.

But now looking up at him, the little thought in Cen Ning's heart disappeared cleanly on her own. The person in front of him had cold eyes, like the lonely moon on a mountain, and the only firelight in the depths of the night. He looked at her with a cold and distant expression, as if she was just an uninvited guest who didn't know where she came from.

"Isn't it a kid?" His words and deeds raised his brows slightly, and he seemed to think that what she said was a little funny, but he didn't continue to talk to her, just said, "Old Gao, take the guests to Grandpa's place."

Lao Gao: "Why don't you just stop playing and come back."

Without answering his words and deeds, he turned around and took the ball from the boy in the black sportswear. He stepped forward, jumped, dunked, and the ball fell into the basket steadily, all in one go.

Lao Gao also knew the temperament of his ancestor, so he didn't urge him to see this, but said to Cen Ning and Wei Pinfang, "Let's go ahead and wait at home."

"Okay." Wei Pinfang walked over and took Cen Ning's hand, and asked Lao Gao in a low voice, "Excuse me, was that kid just now?"

Lao Gao glanced at her and knew what she was asking, so he nodded and said, "Yes, he is the grandson of the word, and he does what he says."

Cen Ning walked far away, looking back at their backs, her eyes deep.

Someone at the side asked: "Brother Yan, what is the Cen family, where is it?"

Before he could answer his words and deeds, his friend Xin Zechuan put one hand on his shoulder and said meaningfully: "I remember your grandfather said that you have a fiancee, sigh... Cen's house? It's not the legend, where your fiancee is. Cen's house."

Tang Zheng, who is one of his friends in black sportswear, who is one of his best friends with words and deeds, his eyes widened: "Fucking trough is real, brother Yan, you poisonous elementary school student!"

One of the words and deeds kicked on Tang Zheng's calf: "Go away."

"Is it okay? Is this illegal?" Tang Zheng retired behind others, covering his mouth exaggeratedly, "Just the little kid? Honestly, I don't think this is very good. How can this girl be so young? !"

"Hahahahaha—"

The boys on the court all laughed, their words and deeds reached the back of the molars, and an inexplicable smile appeared, "You **** want this? Are you perverted."

Tang Zheng said happily, "Don't dare, so what? Or go back first, after all...there is a little wife at home."

That kid really couldn't get along with any little wife.

However, there is always no bottom line when making jokes among boys at the age of seventeen or eighteen. He glanced at Tang Zheng lightly, and the latter was so frightened that he hid behind others.

"Go back first, fight tomorrow." In the end, he left first. Of course, it didn't matter to Cen Ning, it was just tired of fighting.

When Cen Ning followed the two elders into the villa, he still had words and deeds in his mind. The indifferent look in his eyes and the strange questioning... all made her still a little hopeful.

For the first time, Cen Ning, who has not been deeply involved in the world, felt that some people looked very close, but they were actually people in another world far away from you.

"This is Lao Cen's granddaughter," Yan Guofeng looked at Cen Ning with some emotion, "Good boy, come to Grandpa's side, let Grandpa take a look."

Cen Ning glanced at Wei Pinfang, who nodded and motioned for her to walk over.

So Cen Ning got up cautiously and sat next to Yan Guofeng. Yan Guofeng stretched out and took her hand, his eyes were a little red, "It's a pity, Lao Cen can't see you grow up."

Speaking of her grandfather who passed away, Cen Ning was also a little uncomfortable. She sniffed, and a little bit wanted to cry.

Yan Guofeng patted the back of her hand: "Tsk, this kid is also in the first year of junior high school."

Wei Pinfang nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, I just entered the first year of junior high this year."

"The granddaughter of the old Zhang family is also on the first grade, but she looks much taller than Cen Ning. How can this child look so young."

Yan Guofeng is actually still speaking euphemistically. Cen Ning not only looks small, but is also obviously malnourished.

A 13-year-old child is at least half a head shorter than her peers, and she looks extremely thin, and her skin is abnormally yellow.

"Hey... I also blame me, I can't give her a good life." Wei Pinfang choked up as he said.

Yan Guofeng frowned: "Don't blame you, blame me, I should understand your situation sooner, and pick up this kid sooner, I'm really sorry for my old friend."

"Don't you say that..."

Click—

The sound of the paper bag being torn apart.

Cen Ning heard the prestige from this sad atmosphere, and saw that at the door, he raised his head slightly in words and deeds, and walked inward while drinking the milk in his hand.

He stands tall, walks with wind, and is out of step with the miserable state of the house.

"Okay, come here," Yan Guofeng stopped him at this moment, "This is Cen Ning, and you must take good care of it from now on."

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It's the first time to write a small female protagonist, a new attempt!

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