warm, please advise

Chapter 7
Perhaps it would be better for Nuan Nuan to stay away from him who brought her disaster.

Han Che sighed slightly, decided not to persuade him to stay, and started to walk back.

In fact, he knew a long time ago that the trash at the garbage station had already been cleaned up at this point, and it was impossible to find grandma's manuscript again, but he just wanted to look for a miracle in that slim hope.

Because Han Che didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't keep his grandmother when he was 17 years old, and now he returned to China at the age of 22, and he didn't even keep his grandmother's manuscript.

The huge emotional ups and downs made him exhausted.

He pushed open the door with a low face.

Unexpectedly, everything in the house that was messed up just now due to flooding Jinshan is now in order, every table, chair, utensil and utensil are different.

In Han Che's mind, he could even replay Nuan Nuan's busy figure in this room.

She cleaned up non-stop for at least three hours.

However, the key to the small courtyard that should have been in Nuan Nuan's hands was already on the table, and she was no longer busy here.

For a girl of her age, there should be many people willing to help her, right?
Thinking of this, Han Che let go of the worry deep in his heart for the time being, stretched out his hand, put the paperweight on the table back to the place in his memory, and nodded comfortably.

Afterwards, Han Che's eyes fell on the iron box on the desk.

He reached out to pick up the iron box, opened it, and inside was a delicate white hairpin.

He twisted this white hairpin, as if recalling some warm past, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, just a slight smile was enough to fill the room with youth, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

He found a comfortable position to lie down in the chair behind the desk, closed his eyes and took a nap.

A familiar picture soon appeared in my mind.

It was a dim bedroom. At the age of 17, he was stuck in the bed. Even though he was covered with a quilt, his body was still cold and hot for a while. No matter how hard he struggled, his eyes could not be opened like an iron curtain. gap.

At this moment, a pair of gentle hands squeezed a towel and gently wiped his forehead, taking away most of the scorching temperature from his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the heartbreaking vigil music and disturbing mourning sounds, a young girl's tender and tender singing sounded.

That song is the song that grandma used to lull him to sleep.

The little girl sang, although her singing voice was immature, but that kind of gentleness was so familiar and kind, like a pair of magical hands, calming his restless and anxious heart, making him feel as if he had stepped out of a flaming mountain, and stepped into it. In a warm cloud.

At the age of 17, accompanied by the little girl's singing, breathing steadily, he fell asleep again unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a second picture appeared in Han Che's mind.

It was the early morning of the next day, and a slender and slender figure flashed before his eyes, he was busy looking for something, and he kept muttering: "My hairpin, it must have fallen here. ..."

At the same time, another girl's voice came from outside the door.

"Lin Jiayi! Hurry up!"

"Lin Jiayi..."

At the age of 17, he whispered with a dry voice, trying to keep this girl who could sing grandma's songs, but at that time he could hardly move.

With all his strength, he just grabbed a delicate white hairpin that should belong to a girl beside his pillow.

His parents' ecstatic voices soon came from his ears.

"Great, the fever is finally gone."

"Lin Jiayi!"

Han Che in the study read the name and suddenly opened his eyes.

What he held in the palm of his hand was the white hairpin he picked up four years ago, and now he was holding it tightly in his hand, leaving deep marks, as if that memory was also left in his heart. It has left a deep mark, so even if others disagree, he still insists on doing something for her.

At the same time, Nuan Nuan finally found a hotel in a remote alley after going around for only 50 yuan a day.

Behind the tall counter, the hotel proprietress reminded Nuan Nuan without even raising her eyes.

"A deposit of one hundred."

"I really don't have enough money to pay the deposit, so I can just deposit my ID card for you..." Nuan Nuan spread out her wallet and showed it to the proprietress.

In the wallet, apart from the remaining 50 yuan from the hotel, a bank card, an ID card, and a photo of Nuan Nuan when she was a child.

In that photo, Nuan Nuan was wearing a beautiful floral dress, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate white hairpin pinned to her black braid, which was exactly the same as the one Han Che was holding...

The proprietress of the hotel looked at it for a while, then reached out and took the change of 50 yuan from Nuan Nuan's wallet, then waved her hand at Nuan Nuan.

"It's fine if you ask for a deposit of 50 yuan, just don't bring a messy man here to spend the night."

"I don't have a boyfriend." Nuan Nuan gritted her teeth, the capitalists really exploited thoroughly.

who knew...

When the proprietress heard Nuan Nuan say that she didn't have a boyfriend, her indifferent face became sympathetic.

"Hey, you don't have a boyfriend for being so beautiful? How poor are you?" The proprietress shook her head and took out a pack of instant noodles from behind the counter and threw it to Nuan Nuan, "I'm sending it to you, I'm afraid your stomach growls too much." Loud enough to wake up my hotel guests."

"Oh, thanks."

Nuan Nuan took the instant noodles and carried her small suitcase into the room.

Compared with face and stomach, of course the stomach is important!

However, in order to save face in the future, after going back to her room and eating instant noodles, she only got up after resting for less than three hours.

She quickly put on a professional light makeup to cover up the dark circles under her eyes caused by staying up late, then put on a mature and stable business attire, and went out to find a job with her resume in her arms.

During the graduation season, all major recruitment markets are almost full.

Nuan Nuan was squeezed into the rush of people, and there was no other shortcut except to strive for a chance to get an interview at the front.

She didn't even notice that a replay of the international competition was playing on the huge screen in the square next to it.

"The International Visual Art Competition has reached its final round. Mr. King and Mr. Johnson, who will win the crown of this International Visual Art Competition?"

Following the host's impassioned speech, the camera on the screen turned, and a tall Chinese man and a blond foreign man appeared.

The Chinese man is naturally King, the legendary talented student of the famous A University.

With a tall and straight body, handsome facial features, deep black eyes, calm and handsome, his aura is not inferior to the foreigner who occupies the home field, but what is shocking is that this King has the same face as Han Che.

(End of this chapter)