Chapter 50 Gentle

Throughout the afternoon, the town was raining and rainy, and the air was filled with the sultry and humidity of midsummer.

Yang Zhi picked up the broken guitar and put it carefully into the cabinet. Although it was no longer useful, she still couldn't bear to throw it away.

Locking the cabinet door, Yang Zhi opened the video music website, and the video of her singing was still scrolling and pushing it in the banner on the homepage.

From the words of Uncle Li, Yang Zhi guessed that this video must have been seen by the workers on Uncle Li’s construction site, which made Uncle Li furious. He never liked Yang Zhi to sing and dance, especially after that accident, the whole house became gloomy and no laughter was allowed.

It seemed as if his accident took away not only his legs, but also the happiness of the whole family.

Her thumb paused for a moment at the delete button above the screen. After only half a minute, Yang Zhi had already made a decision in his heart.

Instead of deleting the video, she opened the address book and found Lu Yi's contact information. Without any hesitation, she called.

Not long after, Lu Yi's gentle voice came, straight to the point without any unnecessary nonsense.

"Ms. Yang called me now. Have you made a decision?"

Yang Zhi pursed his lips and said "Yeah": "I have decided to sign a contract with your company."

Lu Yi was silent for a moment and asked, "Ms. Yang has any difficulties?"

He is worthy of being a master of struggle in the entertainment industry. With just a few words, Lu Yi guessed Yang Zhi’s embarrassment at this moment.

Since Yang Zhi has decided to cooperate with Lu Yi, there is nothing to hide. He said frankly: "I need to have a place to stay in the capital and take my mother over and live with me."

Lu Yi said: "These are all small things. After signing the contract, you will become an artist under our company. We will arrange everything in your daily life for you, including your food, clothing, housing, transportation, life and study."

"But I can't guarantee that I will be popular in the future." Yang Zhi was a little confused: "Your investment in me may be wasted."

"You will." Lu Yi was determined and very confident: "Believe me, you will become the most dazzling new star in the Chinese music scene."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Zhi took a deep breath.

With Lu Yi's guarantee, even if there is no worries, as long as you persuade your mother to go to the city with her, all the problems will be solved.

The rain passed by the sky, the blue sky was clear, and the sunset gradually emerged from the clouds, and the rays of light were shining.

Everything in the future will be different, and everything will have hope to look forward to.

In the evening, while having supper with her mother, Yang Zhi calmly announced the decision. Without surprise, the decision was opposed by her mother.

After my mother asked about the situation in detail, she did not believe that there would be such a pie that would fall from the sky.

Yang Zhi tried hard to explain to her that it was not a pie falling from the sky, but signing a contract with Lu Yi's company was equivalent to the bet Lu Yi put on her. No matter how you win or lose, you will have no regrets.

"You are still studying now, and it's not too late to talk about these things when you get into college."

In fact, as long as Yang Zhi wants to do many things, her mother will fully support her, but only after leaving the cliché topic of stepfather Uncle Li, her mother always wanders and cannot make up her mind.

"Actually, your Uncle Li is quite pitiful. If it weren't for our family, he wouldn't have worked overtime like this and fell off the cement column. I can't be ungrateful."

"But you can't live your life by pitying him! Why can't you think about me!"

This time, Yang Zhi made up his mind to take his mother out of this dire situation.

She sat upright and told her mother: "Mom, I'm not discussing with you, I'm telling you my decision. Whether you agree or not, I must do this."

"You can't make decisions on my behalf." My mother's attitude seemed to be firmer: "This is my life, just like I don't interfere with you in normal times. As long as you don't want to do, I will try my best to support you as much as possible, but don't think that I can't control you."

"You have lived your life in such a dire situation. If I were not your daughter, I wouldn't care about your life or death. You are Stockholm syndrome!"

Yang Zhi stood up excitedly. This was the first time she said such a ruthless thing to her mother. The philosopher said that when people are angry, they should be cautious in their words and actions. Yang Zhi could not control her. Even if she regrets her words, she still regrets it.

My mother sat in a daze on the chair and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Yang Zhi turned around and ran back to the room, closed the room door heavily, lay on the bed and pounded the pillow hard, venting the anger, unwillingness and regret in his chest.

She shouldn't have said that to her mother, she knew.

Yang Zhi has seen many women who are violently bullied on the legal channel. Stockholm syndrome is also learned from it. They have no way to leave their original families and cannot make up their minds. They think that divorce is bigger than the sky, and divorced women are not good women, so they would rather endure their husbands' violence and oppression, but they never have the courage to take this step.

It started drizzling outside the window again.

The cell phone rang, and the call came from the bandit.

The two words flashed on the phone screen, like jumping stars, which made her mood much better.

"What's up?"

"Where are you?" His voice was muffled and his tone was a little quick.

"I'm at home."

"Oh, yes, it's so late."

Yang Zhi heard the sound of a familiar radio station when the phone rang. Her blood suddenly rushed to the top of her forehead and sat up from the bed.

"Where are you?"

“On the bus.”

“Where is the bus?”

Kou Xiang felt a little embarrassed, and saw that he could not hide it, so he had to say in a muffled voice: "Hongshui Town."

Yang Zhi:

"Where should I go down, I'm almost at the end."

Yang Zhi:

So he didn't prepare any of the preparations. He came over quickly and didn't even tell her when he got on the bus. She had to keep asking questions before confessing in a stern manner, what he wanted!

"You are at the ancient town of the terminal and then waiting for me. By the way, it's raining outside, are you bringing an umbrella?"

"Forgot to the car."

After Yang Zhi hung up the phone, he quickly found the dress from the closet, tried many of them, and finally chose a light blue dress, sat by the cabinet and combed his hair, and then hurried out with an umbrella.

When she went downstairs, she saw her mother sitting on the sofa in dismay. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start.

I had to lower my eyes and not look at her.

When my mother saw Yang Zhi go downstairs, she asked quickly: "It's so late, it's still raining outside. Are you going out?"

"Well, a friend is here, I'll pick him up." Yang Zhi made his voice softer as much as possible.

"My friend is here? Have you eaten?" The mother stood up, obviously at a loss: "Please come to the house and sit down. Do you want to clean up a room?"

"No."

Yang Zhi had already walked out with an umbrella. At this moment, the sky was already dark, with sparse drizzle drizzle floating in the sky, and there were fewer tourists and pedestrians on the roadside of the uneven bluestone slabs in the ancient town.

At the bus stop at the entrance of the ancient town, Yang Zhi saw the tall figure at a glance. The huge advertising banner covered his half-sided posture. He was wearing a black T-shirt and stood by the platform, with a half-clear cigarette butt holding his fingertips.

The wet streets were cut by street lights, reflecting mottled light and shadow.

He looked at the vehicles coming and going on the roadside, his face was expressionless, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog.

Seeing him, Yang Zhi's mood suddenly became excited.

After many days, I didn't know how much she missed him.

She ran towards him.

As if there was some sense, Kou Xiang turned his head slightly at this time and his eyes were fixed on her.

The moment the eyes touched each other, the hearts of both of them trembled like fallen leaves hit by rain.

Kou Xiang vomited out a mouthful of cigarette that had been held in for a long time, and immediately pressed the cigarette butts to eliminate it, subconsciously tidying the corners of his clothes.

I was too anxious to go out and didn't even dress up carefully. At this moment, I realized that I was upset when I saw my sweetheart.

Yang Zhi walked to him, put away the umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella was ticking water droplets, which were placed beside the billboard beside her.

"I happened to be fine today, and I was thinking about coming out and taking a walk." He looked at the sky and explained casually: "By the way, look at my guitar, how bad it is."

Before he finished speaking, he felt her little head buried in the waist of his arm and gently pressing against him.

Kou Xiang's breathing stopped, and the part of her body that she leaned over immediately became tense, becoming soft and numb.

He slowly moved his arm away and wrapped her into his arms little by little. Her body was very soft, and holding her was like a soft plush bear.

I couldn't help but increase my strength.

The longing for days and the tide of emotions like waves have been earth-shaking and surging, flooding them all.

Yang Zhi leaned his face against his chest and could feel the strong chest muscles full of power.

Reassuring.

They hugged each other for a long time in the bus booth, without saying a word. From time to time, vehicles passing by on the roadside, splashing circles of water.

Yang Zhi took a deep breath, and he had a faint smell of tobacco on his body. He smelled good no matter how he smelled it. His smell always made her feel comfortable and refreshed.

Feeling her tender tenderness, Kou Xiang's thin lips slightly pursed a circle of curves. The palpitations and long-lasting longings were not his one-sided wishful thinking.

Some people are born passionate, and love and not love are just a burst of momentum. However, some people carefully brew their feelings, just like aged wine, with long-lasting tenderness.

So happy.

This is the first time that Kou Xiang felt a sense of happiness.
To be continued...