C195 (1/2)

At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain, there are fine snowflakes in the rain, fell to the ground, and soon disappeared.

This is the first snow since winter in H city.

The sleet weather was so cold that Chu Mengyao had to cover her face with a scarf. She didn't come out wearing gloves, so she had to put her hand in her down jacket. It's so cold that even if you put your hands in your clothes, it still feels cold.

Chu Mengyao first took the subway, then took the bus, and then walked for more than half an hour before she came to Fu's villa.

It gets dark very early in winter, but it's already dark at six o'clock.

Seeing this familiar villa, her heart was a little nervous. When she came back to this villa again, her mood was still not as calm as water.

There was a light in the villa, but it was very dazzling in her eyes. So many nights, she was looking forward to him, waiting for him, wandering alone. But all this, in the end, was nothing more.

It's over, but in retrospect, she really feels ironic.

More and more snow fell on her face, hit her on the back of the hand.

Chu Mengyao was a little distracted, and unconsciously walked up the steps. Her fingers extended to the code lock uncontrollably. But as soon as she touched it, the cold feeling immediately made her sober. This was not her home for a long time. She took back her hand awkwardly, calmed down, reached out and rang the doorbell.

Soon the shutter opened.

Seeing that it was Fu Yi who opened the door, Chu Mengyao didn't react to it for a moment. There was an instant blank. She looked straight at him, soon recovered, lowered her head, a little embarrassed, ”I come to get my piano.” Didn't he go to Hong Kong yesterday? How could he be at home now?

Seeing her dodging away from the sight, Fu Yi's brow is locked. She really hates him. Don't you want to see him? See the heavy snow outside the house, large snowflakes fell on her body. He was a little distressed. ”Come in now!”

”Still can't, you ask sister-in-law Zhang to help me take out the piano.” Chu Mengyao quietly declined.

Smell speech Fu Yi is very displeased, chest feels stuffy, ”she is not in!”

Chu Mengyao was so silly that she could only go on, ”please take out the piano and give it to me!” She didn't want to be in the same space with him at all, so she couldn't breathe normally.

See her hand has been frozen red, still there to shirk, Fu Yi heart is more depressed, deliberately cold words, as if impatient said: ”you have hands and feet, why let others help you take?” With that, Fu Yi turned back to the house.

Chu Mengyao is still standing there with the door open. She can easily see Fu Yi sitting on the sofa, looking at a Book Seeing his indifferent and alienated appearance, Chu Mengyao felt unable to breathe. She managed to hold back the tears she wanted to shed and went into the room.

The villa is the same as before, the same layout, even her paintings are still hanging there. She tried to restrain herself and stopped in the living room. ”Where is my piano now?”

”It's still on the third floor,” Fu Yi said without looking up. He was still reading. After a pause, he said, ”things are still in place. They haven't moved.”

Chu Mengyao walked slowly to the stairs. She was too familiar with the house. She was so familiar with every step and every corner. But now things are different, and the hostess of the house has changed. Here every second for her is suffering, she can not control their emotions, tears will flow down.

She quickly walked to the third floor, pushed away the piano room, cello is still on the stand. She stepped forward, neatly packed the piano in a box, and with her back behind her, came out.

As she passed by the door of the studio, she could not help pushing the door open. In the studio, the easel is still placed in the middle, and the pigments are arranged according to her habits She took a deep breath and wanted to calm down. Just as she wanted to leave, she saw some picture books on the easel

Although Fu Yi's eyes are looking at the book, he doesn't read anything at all. All his energy is focused on listening to the sound from upstairs, closing the door, opening the door

Although he is in the living room on the first floor, he seems to be very close. He can hear the sound of turning on the light on the third floor. Even through these sounds, he can imagine her action at the moment.

It was not until a voice came from the stairs that he regained his mind.

When Chu Mengyao went downstairs, Fu Yi kept reading. When she walked through the living room, she hesitated and didn't know if she needed to say hello to him. Maybe he didn't want to see her! In this way, she did not stop and went directly to the door.

But before she came out of the gate, she heard his cold voice behind her, ”stop!”

She stopped.

”You can take the piano away, but the rest will stay.” Fu Yi sat on the sofa and looked up at her.Hearing that Chu Mengyao hugged the picture album in her arms, her face turned slightly red, as if she had been caught stealing by her master. She explained, ”these are my paintings.”