This is naturally worth looking for, and worth paying such a high price to find someone.
Gan Qinghua said nothing and walked forward silently.
The two of them had missed the traffic light intersection, and Gan Qinghua was still walking forward slowly.
"He's right, girls are not suitable." Gan Peng said cautiously.
Gan Qinghua still didn't speak and walked forward silently, walking through the crowded subway entrance, the busy supermarket, and the deserted stadium.
When Gan Peng looked at Gan Qinghua's figure, he felt more and more vague, less and less like the sister he knew, and seemed out of place with the crowd around him.
After an unknown amount of time, Gan Qinghua finally stopped and turned back to Gan Peng: "I want to know what he is living for."
Gan Peng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
He could only smile bitterly. Gan Qinghua made a decision, a decision he couldn't change. What else could he do now except smile bitterly.
The two of them turned around and walked back. Xiao Liang, who was following from a distance, came up to them and said, "I'm afraid you might get lost after walking so far. In that case, the boss will skin me."
"You seem to care more about your work than your friends." Gan Peng's words were both teasing and knocking.
"It's useless to put my life on the line for the boss's affairs. He may think I'm a nuisance. If I don't treat you well and let the idle people disturb your enjoyment, the boss will really shave my head." Xiaoliang said with a smile.
Responding very appropriately, Gan Peng smiled and said, "Your boss will not suffer."
"That's great. Maybe I can also benefit from the two bosses." Xiao Liang said with a smile.
"Then you can't say for sure." Gan Peng said with a smile.
Xiaoliang smiled and made a face like a bitter gourd.
Gan Peng stopped, waved to an approaching taxi, and said to Xiaoliang with a half-smile, "You won't kidnap your friend to go back on business, will you?"
"That's too bad. From now on, his number one fan will be my boss. I definitely can't let my boss have the chance to get to know him." Xiao Liang said with a smile.
Xiaoliang understood the striking meaning of Gan Peng's words. No one except him could reveal the matter.
Gan Peng nodded with satisfaction, opened the taxi door, let Gan Qinghua get in, and then got in from the other side.
Xiaoliang smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them, watched the taxi leave, and then slowly walked back.
"If he were so smooth with this guy..." Gan Peng stopped mid-sentence. He had already said this once.
"Everyone's path is different," Gan Qinghua said.
Gan Peng looked at Gan Qinghua with some surprise. This sentence was very different from Gan Qinghua's usual style. It was a bit arrogant. This god was the god that Xiaoliang said was the great god.
Suddenly Gan Peng sighed. He understood that things were really bad, and his sister Gan Qinghua had really embarked on that path.
This is the first time the two meet.
Time passes unconsciously, the old-fashioned people are still old-fashioned, and the persistent people are still persistent. The world is changing rapidly, but some people are as firm as a rock.
Is persistence painful? It may also be happiness, or it may be sustenance, or even just persistence.
Who can fully explain the things in this world?
The sun rises and the moon sets day after day, and there are no surprises in these simple and ordinary days. Like most people alive in this world, living is just living.
The level of cognition cannot change this. Practice and do it are the ways to change the trajectory of life.
I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Chu Xiang almost forgot about the person he had only met once. Suddenly, that person appeared in Chu Xiang's sight.
Time passed so long that Chu Xiang could no longer tell who the person was. For a face-blind patient like him, a common woman would not be able to recognize her even if she put on light makeup, let alone seeing her only once and not seeing her for several years. people.
"Don't you remember me?" The woman who came in gently put down the long package she was carrying.
Staring at Chu Xiang's slightly dull eyes.
This is a beautiful woman with a tall figure, steady and powerful movements, heroic brows, clear but slightly deep eyes, and a weathered face, as if she had just come after a long journey, and her eyes are staring with some kind of expectation.
Chu Xiang shook his head and said, "I can't remember the person's appearance."
The visitor sighed and said, "Five years, two months and eight days ago, you showed me a difficult road here."
The memory connected with what happened five years ago, and Chu Xiang remembered who this woman was.
"Sit." Chu Xiang pulled out a plastic stool from under the table and pushed it over.
"Nothing has changed here, and neither have you." The woman smiled and sat down.
"You brought the piano?" Chu Xiang said.
"Yeah." The woman nodded.
"Then let's play one." Chu Xiang said.
The woman cleared the table, opened the package, and gently took out the guqin and placed it on the table.
After tuning the strings and playing a few times, the woman calmed down her mind, adjusted her breathing, and then plucked the strings to form a tune.
The sound of the piano reached his ears and the tune disturbed his heart. Chu Xiang opened his eyes and glanced at the woman, then closed his eyes again.
A plum blossom song is as melodious as water, but it is full of sadness, weeping and complaining, and it is difficult to stop feeling.
When listening to music, the most fearful thing is that the music will get into your heart. When the woman played this plum blossom song, she obviously saw Chu Xiang's love in Chu Xiang's eyes.
People at the stalls on the left and right next door heard the sound of the piano and secretly looked at the two people inside the door, listening to the music quietly, whispering to each other from time to time, and gossiping softly.
After the song ended, the woman turned to look at Chu Xiang.
"Is this just a little bit of progress?" Chu Xiang said without opening his eyes.
Looking at Chu Xiang with his eyes closed with a complicated expression, the woman understood that Chu Xiang didn't want her to see his eyes.
No one can hide the emotions in their eyes. If the melody hadn't aroused the sadness in their hearts, how could they not dare to open their eyes and look at her.
Sighing secretly, the woman sat upright for a moment before the tune started playing again.
This song is Farewell My Concubine.
After finishing the song, Chu Xiang already knew where her realm was and what she had gained in the past five years.
She has become masculine and domineering, but has not lost her feminine aura. She is strong and soft, and she is only one step away from being able to do whatever she wants, reaching the state of Tai Chi.
"good."
Unexpectedly fast, unexpectedly, Chu Xiang didn't know what she had experienced in the past five years, but he knew that these five years were definitely a difficult time.
Carving oneself is by no means an easy task, it is like using a knife to cut off one's own flesh piece by piece, it is very unbearable.
The woman smiled. This good word came too hard and took too long.
"Now you can say what you mean." The woman looked at Chu Xiang.
"Mountains are mountains, and water is water. Mountains are not mountains, and water is not water. Mountains are still mountains, and water is still water. How do you understand this sentence?"
After thinking for a moment, the woman said: "The harp is the voice of the heart, and the sound of the mountains and rivers is the sound of the mountains and rivers; the harp is yin and yang, the mountains are yang, the water is yin, and the yin and yang are in harmony."
Chu Xiang nodded and waited for the woman to continue.
After thinking for a long time, the woman said: "The harp is just a harp, it has no mind, no landscape, no yin and yang, it is just nature."
"good."
With the word "kind", the eyes of the man in front of me shone brightly, and his dark face seemed to have a glow flowing through it.
The woman smiled, her smile bright, like a flower blooming in the ice and snow.
Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to burst into the air.
Knowing each other and having a close rapport, being close and united in our minds, the joy in the world, nothing can be compared.
However, this joy did not last long. The radiant man withdrew his eyes, lowered his eyes and said, "This is the meaning."
The joy of being in harmony was interrupted, deliberately interrupted, and the woman looked resentful and remained silent for a long time.
"I'm just a useless ordinary person."
The woman didn't speak, just looked at him.
To a certain extent, he is indeed a useless ordinary person, because he has no money and is poor.
But she couldn't help him, she couldn't help him with one ten thousandth of her money that was enough to get him out of this predicament, because that would be an insult to him.
They all understand that this is not distance, this is just an excuse. They all understand the difficulties they will encounter, and they also know that those difficulties are not insurmountable. At their level, all worldly changes can be calculated.
"It is difficult to change a person's habitual life."
Sometimes explanation is just cover-up.
"I know." The woman began to pack her piano.
She knew that if she was determined to have him, he would never be able to refuse her. She knew how tempting it was for someone like him to have a divine companion.
But she is not that kind of person, not the kind of person who is persistent in stalking. She has her reserve, her pride, and her dignity.
Even if we can't be together, we will be just like before, as teachers and friends, and as confidants in different parts of the world.
The woman packed up her guqin, stood up and turned around and said, "My name is Gan Qinghua, Gan of willingness, Qing of favor, Hua of glory and wealth."
"Yeah." The man in front of her lowered his eyes without touching her gaze, just like an ostrich fleeing from danger, burying his head in the sand.
Gan Qinghua left and disappeared into the spring breeze under the curious eyes of the onlookers outside.
She knew they would meet again, and he knew they would meet again.
In the discussion in the streets, the incident was soon forgotten.
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