Chapter 415 Hello, Clown (6)
Jiang Tang held up his face and looked at Ling Chao's back, smiling so hard that his eyes were crooked.
So similar...
There are some differences.
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Just as Ling Chao walked to the corner of the street holding an umbrella, the tail of the bus disappeared at the bus stop.
I can't catch him even if I chase him.
The young man lowered his eyes quietly and walked slowly along the road covered by white snow.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, in the abandoned Tongzi Tower, the young man pushed open the iron railings and walked into the Tongzi Tower. His long legs slowed down and his steps were gentle. He climbed up step by step until he reached the rooftop storage room on the highest floor and stopped.
Opening the door, the old iron door creaked and an old voice came from the dark room.
"Is it Xiaochao?"
Ling Chao put away the umbrella and carefully placed it on the shoe cabinet, taking off her shoes while answering.
"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 started to heat up the food.
Ling Chao lowered her eyes, walked into the kitchen, and saw the empty bucket. She silently opened the back door with the bucket, walked up to the rooftop, filled it with water, and brought it back.
"Something unexpected happened today."
The kitchen was small and the cupboards were low. As soon as Ling Chao walked in, the entire kitchen seemed cramped and cramped.
"Go out, sit and wait."
The grandmother and grandson were sitting under the light, facing each other, Ling Chao was drinking porridge with her head down, the cabin was quiet and warm.
"Is today's performance a success?"
Grandma was wearing glasses, holding wool in her hand, and winding it around and around.
Ling Chao nodded.
"It went very well." "You came back so late and brought a girl's umbrella. Are you in love?"
Ling Chao paused slightly while biting the bun, her long eyelashes trembled, and then she shook her head.
"No, I just did a favor and I have to pay it back."
Grandma smiled silently, her glasses resting on her nose and her eyelids drooping.
"You are not young anymore. You can fall in love now. But don't expect grandma to introduce you to you. You have to work hard on your own. Do you understand?"
Ling Chao listened quietly without answering or getting impatient. After finishing the meal, she washed the dishes and wiped her hands.
"I know, grandma, it's almost twelve o'clock. If you don't sleep, your back will hurt."
"Your waist is really bad, so you should go to bed quickly. The hot water bottle has been heated and placed in your room. If it's not hot enough, change the water..."
"Yeah, I got it."
Grandma is getting older and likes to nag. Ling Chao would feel 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.
After taking off his coat, Ling sank into the quilt and sighed deeply.
Suddenly he sat up and took out the business card from his coat pocket.
Pure white business card with printed edges.
Jiang Tang: Senior pianist.
In Manse City, those who can afford to learn piano come from wealthy families, especially senior pianists. The cost of the examination alone is not something that ordinary families can afford.
"What are you thinking..."
The young man clenched the business card tightly, buried his fair face into the pillow, groaned lowly, and stretched.
His tall body grew halfway out of the bed. This was the bed he slept on when he was a child. He has never changed it until now. However, Ling Chao didn't care so much. As long as there was a place for him to stay and rest, it was enough.
The howling wind sounded outside the window all night long. In the winter in Mansai City, the sky dawns very late. The sun does not rise from the Huli Snow Mountain outside the city until about 9:30 in the morning.
The curtains were not drawn last night. Jiang Tang was awakened by the sunshine. The spider plant outside the window had withered, but the small cactus was still green.
(End of chapter)