The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 416 Hello, Clown (6)

Jiang Tang looked at Ling Chao's back with his face propped up, his eyes crooked with a smile.

It really looks like...

There are some differences.

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Ling Chao just walked to the corner of the street holding an umbrella when the tail of the bus disappeared at the bus stop.

I can't even catch up.

With downcast eyes quietly, the young man walked slowly along the snow-covered road.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, in the abandoned tube building, the young man pushed aside the iron railings and walked into the tube building. His long legs slowed down, his steps were light, and he climbed up step by step until he stopped at the storage room on the top floor.

When the door was opened, there was a creaking sound from the iron door that had been in disrepair for a long time, and an old voice came from the dark room.

"Is it Xiao Chao?"

Ling Chao put away the umbrella, carefully placed it on the shoe cabinet, and responded while taking off her shoes.

"Grandma, it's me."

"It's so late today..."

A stooped and thin figure came out, turned on the light in the small kitchen, and began to heat up the meals on his own.

Ling Chao lowered her eyes, walked into the kitchen, saw the empty bucket, opened the back door with the bucket silently, went up to the roof to fill it up and brought it back.

"Something happened today."

The kitchen is small, with low cupboards, and once Ling Chao walked in, the whole kitchen seemed cramped.

"Get out, sit and wait."

The grandma and grandson sat under the light, facing each other, Lingchao bowed his head to drink porridge, and the hut was quiet and warm.

"Was the performance successful today?"

Grandma wears glasses, holds the wool in her hand, and winds it round and round.

Ling Chao nodded.

"very smooth."

"Come back so late and bring a girl's umbrella, are you in love?"

Ling Chao paused for a moment when she bit the steamed bun, her long eyelashes trembled, and she immediately shook her head.

"No, I just did a favor casually and I have to pay it back."

Grandma smiled silently, her glasses resting on her nose, her eyelids drooping.

"You are not young anymore, you can fall in love, don't expect grandma to introduce you, you have to work hard, understand?"

Ling Chao listened quietly, neither answer nor impatient, washed the dishes and wiped her hands after eating.

"I see, grandma, it's almost twelve o'clock, if you don't sleep, your back will hurt."

"It's true that your waist is dying. You should go to bed quickly. The hot water bottle is ready and put it in your room. If it's not hot enough, change the water..."

"alright, I got it."

Grandma is old and likes to chatter. Ling Chao felt a little impatient when he was a child, but now he feels distressed. He has to go out to work every day, and grandma can only stay in the room alone to do handicrafts. It is inevitable that she will be very lonely.

Taking off her coat, Ling threw herself into the quilt and sighed deeply.

Suddenly he sat up and took the business card out of his coat pocket.

Plain white business card with corner print.

Jiang Tang: Senior pianist.

In Manse City, those who can afford to learn the piano are all from wealthy families, especially senior pianists. The cost of the examination alone is not affordable for ordinary families.

"what are you thinking……"

The young man clutched his business card tightly, buried his fair face in the pillow, grunted in a low voice, and stretched himself.

The tall and straight body protruded half of the bed, which was the bed he slept in when he was a child, and he hasn't changed it until now, but Ling Chao doesn't care that much, as long as there is a place for him to rest, that's enough.

The howling wind resounded through the window all night. In the winter of Mansai City, the dawn is very late. The sun will not rise from the Huli Snow Mountain outside the city until around 09:30 in the morning.

The curtains were not drawn last night, Jiang Tang was awakened by the sunlight, the spider plant outside the window had withered, but the little cactus was still green.

(End of this chapter)