Chapter 63 Slaves of Light Although Chen Zhuo didn't know why Changhua was so angry, it might be because she had suffered some injustice at the class reunion. But it didn't matter, he still agreed. Maybe it won’t take even a year and a half. During the rest of the summer vacation, Chen Zhuo did not practice driving again, so he had no idea that his junior high school deskmate Bian Xiaoliu went to driving school almost every day. She planned to catch Chen and ask him why he deceived herself and pretended to be a student from a second-tier university? In fact, it is more to cover up the inexplicable feeling of loss in my heart, and even a little bit of regret. I once had a junior high school deskmate who scored 652 points in the college entrance examination and was admitted to Zhongda Lingyuan. He and I learned to drive for so many days, but I didn’t notice it at all. I didn't know the truth until he stopped coming. "We can only wait until school starts..." When Bian Xiaoliu heard from Coach Hei that Chen Zhuo had finished his driving course, he gave up with a sense of loss.
But she was still a little dissatisfied. From the tone of Wang Changhua's voice at the party that day, it seemed that Chen Zhe's rumored girlfriend was very beautiful. I really wanted to meet her! Chen attended a teacher appreciation banquet in early August. It was actually a meal for classmates who had been admitted to their ideal colleges and several of their teachers. Of course, he and Song Shiwei were arranged to sit together again, and accepted other people's teasing and blessings from time to time. In mid-August, he went to his grandparents' house. Chen's grandparents passed away early and he didn't have many memories of spending time with them. However, he had a good relationship with his grandparents and would come over to stay for a few days every winter and summer vacation. My grandparents live in Heyuan, a small 18th-tier city with beautiful scenery and a slow pace of life. Next to it is Wanlv Lake, a national first-class drinking water source. My grandfather's house is right next to Wanlv Lake. Every evening, when the heat of the day slowly fades away in the air, Chen Zhuo walks out of the small courtyard for a walk. The nearby water plants are dense, the reeds are swaying in the wind, and the sunset glow is like a gentle arrowhead, shooting towards the vastness of the water and sky... Sometimes Chen Zhe would send messages to his friends or check the QQ group of Class 11 of Senior . This group was established not long ago, and the prospective freshmen are very excited. There are countless messages in the group every day. Of course, the person we talked about the most was Yu Xian. She just sent herself another message, "What is Director Chen doing?" Chen said, "I'm looking at the scenery," and took a photo of Wanlv Lake, complaining about the crappy pixels of his crappy Haier phone, and then sent it to her via MMS. At that time, there was no WeChat, and QQ could not transfer photos. Photos could only be sent through the operator's "MMS service". It’s so expensive, one MMS costs one fucking dollar. After receiving Chen Zhuo's message, Yu Xian was still a little depressed. "what happened?" Wu Yu raised her head from the drawing board, her face also looking a little sleepy: "Chen Zhe is still in Heyuan?" Yu Xian talked to her bestie about Chen Zhuo eight hundred times a day, and Wu Yu almost knew Chen Zhuo's daily routine.
"Yeah~" Yu Xian also moved his sore wrist: "He said he would be back in two days." "That's perfect, let's use this time to practice copying." Wu Yu was a little disapproving. It’s not like they won’t see each other again. Besides, you two went to the same university in the same city. Although Sun Yat-sen University is in Haizhu and Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts is in Panyu University Town, it is better than a long-distance relationship. It only takes more than half an hour by car to meet each other. Yu Xian didn't know how to describe this feeling of missing Wu Yu to her friends. After all, Wu Yu didn't have a boy she liked yet. Yu Xian suddenly lost interest in painting. He looked at the scraps scattered all over the floor, tidied them up listlessly, then sat back in his chair and slowly flipped through his phone. As he flipped through the pages, all the tiredness in his expression disappeared; As I flipped through the pages, I saw more smiles between my brows; As I flipped through the pages, it seemed as if even the hair on my temples was exuding a scent of happiness. Wu Yu felt very strange and asked, "What are you looking at? It seems like you are suddenly radiant." Yu Xian didn't act coy, and raised his phone openly: "I'm looking at the chat history between me and Chen Zhuo." Wu Yu didn't understand: "It's just a bunch of words, what's so good about it?" "You don't understand~" Yu Xian said happily: "I will turn it over when I have nothing to do, starting from the first sentence we talked about. This way I feel like I like Chen Zhe all over again." Seeing her best friend completely in love without realizing it, Wu Yu walked over and pinched Yu Xian's smooth cheek, saying helplessly, "Three months ago, someone still insisted that he only liked her a little bit." Yu Xian raised her head, letting her delicate face be "ravaged", and retorted arrogantly: "I didn't know it at the time, but now seeing Chen Zhe is like seeing the light." "Oh, congratulations!" Wu Yu looked down at Yu Xian. She had a face that even girls would consider perfect. She gently tapped her nose and said, "You have your own white moonlight, but you have also become a slave to the light." "goose……" Yu Xian smiled and said, "Chen Zhe is not Ultraman, and I am not a little monster." "If Chen is an Ultraman, then it should be Tiga. After all, they both have some handsome qualities." Wu Yu was also joking. Sometimes talking with friends can help ease the longing in your heart a little. But sometimes, if even friendship cannot be replaced, Yu Xian will send a message to Chen Zhe. Yu Xian: Chen Zhe, I feel so tired today. I wish you were by my side. Chen saw the message and was thinking about how to reply. Yu Xian's second message came. Perhaps she was afraid that Chen might misunderstand her, so she hurriedly explained: Yu Xian: I'm not blaming you, it's just that at that moment just now, I missed you more than usual. Chen Zhuo was walking by the lake, and his heart was like the sudden surge of waves in Wanlv Lake. So he checked the date and prepared to go back a few days in advance. Chen Zhuo first talked to Empress Dowager Mao.
Mao Xiaoqin was still working in Guangzhou. When she heard that her son was going to come home tomorrow, she couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Tomorrow is only the 20th, isn't your ticket for the 24th?" "Just change the ticket." Chen replied indifferently. No one knows a child better than his mother. Mao Xiaoqin was silent on the phone for a while: "Is it because of that girl?" Chen smiled and said, "No, because I miss my mother's cooking so much." "Tsk~, your mother is just old, not stupid." Mao Xiaoqin was a little unhappy about Chen Zhuo coming back early. Because Chen Zhuo has never been close to the children of her uncles, she wanted her son to spend more time with these cousins. However, Chen Zhuo's words made her feel that if they didn't want to be close, then they shouldn't be close. Sometimes people just weren't destined to be together. So he agreed: "Then buy a ticket and come back tomorrow, by the way..." Empress Dowager Mao suddenly added: "Remember to bring some tofu." Tofu is a specialty of Heyuan. Chen Zhuo thought that it was Old Chen and Queen Mother Mao who wanted to eat it, but Mao Xiaoqin said, "Yu Xian brought us Yeerba last time, you should give him something in return." It turns out that my mother knows everything. Chen was just about to flatter her when he heard Empress Dowager Mao muttering to herself, "I don't know if Mr. Song and his friends like to eat Heyuan tofu. They also asked to help monitor your stock trading account. I think I should return the favor." "Almost, almost..." Chen said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone. The next afternoon, after saying goodbye to his grandparents, he got on the train carrying a small bucket filled with ice and tofu. After more than three hours' drive, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening when they were almost in Guangzhou. Chen Zhuo took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yu Xian. Chen Zhuo: I heard that you had a cold recently. Did you take any medicine? Yu Xian: No medicine! Chen Zhuo: You should take some medicine. I'll be in Guangzhou soon. I'll take you to a shop that sells boiled herbs that are very effective in treating colds. Yu Xian: You are coming to Guangzhou soon, I am so happy! But Director Chen, I really don’t want to take medicine, it is very bitter~ Chen Zhuo: This one is definitely not bitter, and the ingredients are very special. You just put it in an iron pot and boil it, and it smells very fragrant. Yu Xian: Really? What’s the name of that Chinese medicine store? Chen Zhuo: Sichuan and Chongqing hotpot. ······ (There is another chapter at 8pm, please give me a monthly ticket~) (End of this chapter)
