Chapter 385 My little Bai Yang wearing a red scarf

Chen Zhihe was a little speechless.

He didn't ask Lu Caiwei why she didn't tell him about this before.

She naturally had her reasons for choosing not to say anything.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and heavy rain poured down.

Along with the lightning, Lu Caiwei's delicate body trembled obviously.

Thinking that she had been living alone for so many years and that Shanghai had similar weather, Chen Zhihe suddenly felt a pity in his heart.

How did she spend every night like this alone?

This also made Chen Zhihe understand why she seemed withdrawn.

If a person has experienced so much helplessness, he may not be enthusiastic about others.

However, sitting on the chair, Chen Zhihe didn't make any extra moves and just looked at her quietly.

Maybe it had some effect. Seeing Chen Zhihe watching her silently, Lu Caiwei gradually looked much better.

"I wonder when the weather will get better." After sighing, Chen Zhihe started talking, saying that talking should have some effect.

Lu Caiwei didn't answer immediately. She looked out the window and then at Chen Zhihe.

"I should be able to go back in a few days. Are you in a hurry to go back?"

Chen Zhihe shook his head and said: "That's not true, but I'm afraid the rest of this trip will be wasted in the hotel."

A smile appeared on Lu Caiwei's pale face, "Is it a waste?"

It seems like a response, like talking to oneself.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, there is scenery everywhere. When we go out to play, it doesn't matter where we go sometimes."

Originally, Chen Zhihe wanted to answer "It matters who you are with", but he held it back.

At this time and place, these words are somewhat ambiguous.

The sound of rain outside the window did not stop at all, and Chen Zhihe was thinking about how to spend the night.

Lu Caiwei suddenly whispered: "I'm much better, go to bed early."

Chen Zhihe asked: "Are you sure?"

Lu Caiwei nodded.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Zhihe stood up, walked a few steps, and then stopped to look at Lu Caiwei.

"Good night." Lu Caiwei said, waving her hand.

Chen Zhihe nodded and said, "If you have anything to do... call me?"

Lu Caiwei made an OK gesture.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lu Caiwei closed her eyes.

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When I woke up the next day, it was still raining.

After Chen Zhihe washed up, he called Lu Caiwei.

Then the two of them went downstairs to have breakfast together.

When she came back, at Chen Zhihe's door, Lu Caiwei paused and said, "What do you usually do when it rains?"

Chen Zhihe said: "Go to sleep. Rainy days are more suitable for sleeping. It's a pity that I didn't bring a book with me, but fortunately I can read it on my mobile phone, so it's not too boring."

Lu Caiwei said: "I brought two books, do you want to share one with you?"

Chen Zhihe was a little surprised. Who would bring a book when they go out to play? "Is it true? Then I'll go and take a look."

Following Lu Caiwei into her room, Chen Zhihe saw two books on her bedside.

Lu Caiwei walked over and picked up the book and handed it to Chen Zhihe, "You can choose which one you like."

Chen Zhihe took it and read it. One was "Love in the Time of Cholera" and the other was "My Little Poplar with a Red Turban".

Both books appear to be of some age.

The first book is very famous, but the second one has never been heard of.

Returning "Love in the Time of Cholera" to Lu Caiwei, Chen Zhihe chose the one she had never heard of.

"Do you know such a book?" Lu Caiwei was somewhat surprised by Chen Zhihe's choice and asked in surprise.

Chen Zhihe shook his head and said with a smile: "I've never heard of it, so I'm curious."

Lu Caiwei nodded and said, "It's normal if you don't know. The author is not well-known in China. He is Aitmatov, a writer from the former Soviet Union and a native of Kyrgyzstan."

After thinking for a while, she added: "Actually, I haven't read this book. I just picked it up from the bookshelf."

Chen Zhihe laughed, raised the book in his hand, and said: "It seems that I am destined to it, it is it."

"good."

Taking the book, Chen Zhihe returned to his room.

Without opening the book immediately, Chen Zhihe opened the door and went to the balcony to take a look. The rain had eased a little, but the wind was strong.

After closing the door, making a cup of tea, and leaning on the bed, Chen Zhihe picked up the book.

As he flipped through the pages of the book, Chen Zhihe couldn't describe how he felt.

There are two stories in the book, "My Little Poplar with a Red Turban" and "The First Teacher", which are considered short and medium stories, so Chen Zhihe read the first one without even realizing it.

How can I put it? The author's style is indeed very special. At first glance, it looks a bit tacky like Qiong Yao, but when you taste it, it is a bit elegant. It may seem rough at first, but as soon as the pen is turned, it is very delicate, bold and bold mixed with sadness.

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Anyway, in Chen Zhihe's opinion, there is a kind of contradictory beauty in it.

The story is not complicated. A driver of a motorcade accidentally met a girl who was about to get engaged and got married. He fell madly in love with her, and she actually fell in love with him. On impulse, he ignored the scolding and resentment of his parents and secretly...

She ran away with him, lived together, and soon gave birth to a son.

Then the driver made some mistakes at work because of his youthful enthusiasm to express himself. However, his self-esteem did not allow others to criticize him, and was also too narrow to let himself get out of shame. By mistake, he was the same as before.

A woman who loved him got married, and Xiao Baiyang was so sad that she hugged her son and left.

The driver and the dispatcher spent some time together and felt that they were more suitable to be friends, so they broke up peacefully. Suddenly he found that he still loved his little Baiyang, who had always loved him, and came back to find her, but she was already married.

It reads like a tragedy, but Chen Zhihe doesn't feel sad at all. Although the tone of the story is sad, the sadness is brighter, like a broken crystal.

For some reason, Chen Zhihe couldn't stand the second part.

He was a little upset.

What people fear most is bringing up old things again, especially things they don’t want to be reminded of.

But sometimes it's like this, you think you've forgotten it, but at a special moment the debris comes back.

Although it was someone else's story, and it was even very different from his own, Chen Zhihe couldn't control his wild thoughts.

His heart was confused.

Only by putting aside the trivial details of daily life can a person see his or her own heart clearly, but most people do not have this ability.

I picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It was bitter and astringent.

Chen Zhihe closed the book, put it aside, covered his head and went to sleep.

After struggling for a long time to fall asleep, Chen Zhihe was woken up again by the ringing of the phone.

"Have a meal?"

"good."

After a good sleep, Chen Zhihe felt better.

I looked out the window and saw that the rain had lightened up a lot.

After a while, Chen Zhihe heard a knock on the door.

Seeing Chen Zhihe opening the door, Lu Caiwei frowned, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

If Chen Zhihe could see himself, he would find that his face looked a little bad and his eyes were a little bloodshot.

Shaking his head, Chen Zhihe forced a smile and said: "Maybe it's because the weather suddenly changed, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Lu Caiwei hummed and said, "Let's go eat first."

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Chapter completed!