Bo Nuanyang was stuttering, and he didn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

She didn't expect that they would meet again one day.

Fangze walked over with a hair dryer: "What, do you know me?"

"That's not," Zuo Palace curled his lips and smiled in his eyes. "If you want to act, you can't compare to her."

"Oh, you have learned acting too?" Fangze became interested.

Bo Nuanyang's voice was awkward: "Miss Fang, I have something to do, let's go first."

Fangze looked around and nodded: "Okay."

Bo Nuanyang nodded and turned around without looking sideways.

Seeing her disappear outside the door, Fangze turned around with great interest: "Everyone is gone, don't look."

Zuo Dian let go of his hand holding the towel, his lips pursed straight.

After a while of silence, he glanced at Fangze's rubber band playing with and asked coldly: "What's going on?"

"That little girl," Fangze smiled. "By chance, I felt that the things she designed were quite spiritual, so I asked her to help me make jewelry."

"..." Zuo Dian silenced for a while and said sarcastically, "You still use this thing?"

Fangze shrugged and touched it with great care: "I thought it was normal, but I started to like it again when I was wearing it by that little girl."

"..." Zuo Dian looked at the rubber band on Fangze's hand with a gloomy face, as if he was angry about his incompetence, and his tone brought a little bit of self-deprecating: "Give it."

Fangze couldn't help laughing.

She has been in the entertainment industry for many years and can't tell what's going on.

Just in the incident just now, she could see at a glance that these two people must have a past.

Moreover, the noble and arrogant man in front of me has not yet let go.

-

Bo Nuanyang got off the bus dizzy and swelled.

It was already dusk, and the sunset in the sky seemed to be on fire, and the air was stuffy and hot.

Her eyes were wet and wet, and suddenly she remembered the dream today.

The boy in the dream had a cold temperament, suppressing his anger and smashing his most precious guitar hard.

"Hey, girl, you're ruined." Someone patted her on the shoulder to remind her.

Bo Nuanyang paused and took off the bag in a hurry, with a hole on the side of the bag.

"Are there someone in the car that was sneaky, so we don't dare to say it." The man explained.

Bo Nuanyang's face instantly lost blood. She squatted on the ground and poured out all the things inside.

The cell phone and the pearls are gone.

She was stunned for a few seconds and shook her backpack again.

No.

I looked through it carefully again.

No.

I suddenly felt dizzy in front of me, and a "wavy" tinnitus sounded in my ears.

The cement floor was hot and the thin and warm sun was sitting on it without any notice.

Just stared at the pile of things on the ground.

A shadow blocked the dazzling sunshine, and Bo Nuanyang looked up in panic.

The man half-squatted down, glanced at the thing on the ground, frowned undetectablely, and his voice softened twice: "This is..."

As if there was a sudden direction in the hopelessness, the chaotic thoughts gradually became clear, and Bo Nuanyang's eyes turned red: "Da Zuo, can you call the police for me?"

-

After finishing the record at the police station, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The policeman who sent them out looked at the man in front of him: "The surveillance has also been checked. The man is obviously a veteran, and the hope of finding it is not too great."

Zuo Dian nodded, glanced at the quiet girl next to him, and said lightly: "Do your best."

A bright moon rose from the sky, and the air was still stuffy.

Bo Nuanyang looked at the vast night and calculated in his mind whether his savings were enough to compensate.

She has an online store that provides personalized customization and is priced at a high price, so the audience is not wide.

Moreover, the online store repayment time is relatively long.

She can borrow a little more from Tan Shui and Bo Xu.

Thinking of the price of the bag of pearls, Bo Nuanyang bit his lower lip.

It's not just a matter of compensation, she was just a fledgling one, and this opportunity was finally obtained by Tan Shui.

Moreover, the design artwork has been released, and Fangze likes it very much.

I'm afraid I'm going to let them down.

Zuo Dian looked at the girl who was walking forward with her in two steps, and his voice was silent: "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Bo Nuanyang stared at the neon lights in front of him and said softly.

She needs to calm down now.

"Do you have money to take a car?" Zuo Dian asked lightly.

Bo Nuanyang stopped and she had no money.

She even had her cell phone stolen.

The hot wind blew on her pale face, and a few disobedient hair stuck to it.

Zuo Dian felt apprehensive. He thought that when he saw her like this, he would be happy and relieved.

But she was even more sad than when she disliked herself.

He grabbed her wrist and walked towards the car, resisting the urge to curse: "Send you back."

Bo Nuanyang followed him obediently, and now she had no other choice but to be obedient.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car to isolate the heat outside. The thin Nuanyang leaned on the back of the chair, staring at his hands on his knees, silently.

The car drove very slowly, and the warm yellow light of the street lights reflected into the car like silhouettes.

When the car stopped when it was encountered a red light, Zuo Dian glanced at her, pursed her lower lip, and spoke with his own initiative: "Just graduate?"

Calculate the time, it's almost done.

"Yes." Bo Nuanyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers clenched his pants on his knees.

“What did you learn?”

Bo Nuanyang hesitated for two seconds and replied: "Perform."

She graduated from Communication University.

Zuo Dian paused, and today he heard Fangze say that she was a designer, and he whispered: "What......"

Didn't be an actor?

Bo Nuanyang turned his head, looked at the scenery flashing outside, understood what he had not finished and said softly: "I don't like it."

The green light, the car restarted, and Zuo Palace did not ask any more questions.

The car soon arrived at Dafuyuan. Bo Nuanyang unbuttoned his seat belt and squeezed out a smile: "Thank you today."

The man's face was cold and his jaw lines were a little tight. He just said no.

Bo Nuanyang waved his hand: "Goodbye."

Then he turned around and walked into the community.

Zuo Dian couldn't help gritting his teeth when he looked at her thin back.

Didn’t she say that she would definitely live a better life without him?

When I was seventeen years old, I still looked gentle and well-behaved.

Wearing a white dress, he stood in the bluestone alley, and wrapped his guitar with a smile.

Then he applauded happily and praised him for being so great.

He said he would definitely become the most powerful songwriter.

In a blink of an eye, how did you make yourself like this?

The lights in the corridor light up one after another and then dim, and the lights were lit by a window outside.

He closed his eyes, opened the car door hard and fell on it.
To be continued...