Chapter 252

In Gongmou's wonderful piano sound and the expectations of the people in Xiyuan, a month passed and nuoyue did not come back.

Three months passed, new year's Day arrived, nuoyue still did not come back.

The Spring Festival is coming. Is Spring Festival coming?

Gongmou stood on the chair and carefully pasted the Spring Festival couplets to nuoyue's Wenyin shop. The girl passing by asked him: "male god, there are still a few days to celebrate the new year. Sister Yueyue may not come back. Do you want to go home for the Spring Festival?"

Gong Mou shook his head and said with a smile, "I won't go home before I wait for Yueyue. Especially during the Spring Festival, if he comes home and it's cold and dark, I'll be distressed."

The girls all said with heartache: "but male god, if Yueyue elder sister doesn't go home, aren't you very lonely here celebrating the new year alone? Otherwise, you can go to my home for the Spring Festival. My family all know you and like you. If you come, they will be very welcome and happy

"Why, why go to your house? If you want to go, you should also go to my home. My home is relatively large, and there are beautiful empty rooms. If you want to go, you should go to my house too! "

"No, no, no, no, I'll go to my house. My father is a cook, and my mother can make a lot of snacks. My brother studies art, and he must have a common language with male gods. I'd better go to my house..."

"Thank you for your concern." Gong Mou smiles, "but I won't go anywhere."

"Oh --" several girls' faces showed disappointment, and then picked up the things in their hands. "Little brother, this is a rural specialty that my grandmother asked me to give you. There are bacon, ham, brown seeds, dried vegetables, which are very delicious."

"This is dried fish and eight delicacies cake made by our family. My parents said that I have taught so many piano lessons here. This is a gift of thanks. If I don't give all the gifts to you, I won't go home in the future."

"This is the osmanthus wine made by our family. You must try it, handsome man. If sister Yueyue comes back, she can also taste it. It's very delicious..."

Gong Mou stepped down from the chair and took over the gifts in their hands: "thank you very much for your kindness. I will take these gifts and thank your family for me."

"Ouye, the God accepted my proposal. Oh, I'm so happy..." Several girls face red, almost dare not look at him, smile at him, shyly stretched out scissors hand to run.

Gong Mou smiles and walks into his piano shop with a gift. Although the weather is getting colder and nuoyue has never been seen, the new year's gifts from neighbors all over the house still make him feel happy and warm.

He sat down in front of the piano, took a deep breath, put his fingers on the keys, and played the nocturne No. 1 in B flat minor, which was beautiful, slow, quiet and quiet. This piece of music is not high pitch, rhythm is not intense, will not disturb others, is suitable for this kind of twilight time.

There are few pedestrians in the street. The small group of lights shine under the package of the fine snow, which guides the Wanderers back home.

A taxi stopped at the entrance of Caishikou. Nuoyue stepped out of the door with his long legs of red high-heeled leather boots. Then he took the newly bought trolley case and walked on the only familiar street. He walked slowly to the front, slowly savoring the bits and pieces here.

Five months! She even stayed outside for five months, so long that she thought she might never come back. However, when she decided to go back here for the Chinese new year, she was so deeply missed here that she took a taxi to Caishikou and walked home along the hundreds of meters long street.

Home Does she have a home?

No. However, if there is a place in the world that is similar to "home" for her, it must be here.

So she came back, even though it was just a room of darkness, cold and emptiness waiting for her.

The sky is dark, there is no half pedestrian on the road except for her, only snowflakes accompany her. She walked from one residential building or room to room, looking at the warm lights of every household, listening to the faint laughter and television sound, and in her heart was a light envy and a long light sorrow.

If her "home" also showed such lights, and someone was waiting for her after cooking, she might know what it was like to have "home" and "happiness".

After walking slowly for about ten minutes, that row of small shops is in front of you. Sure enough, the Spring Festival is coming soon. At first glance, the shops in that row are all dark. Have all the shop owners and shop assistants gone home for the Spring Festival? She's the only one in this row of shops to stay for the Spring Festival, right?

She had a wry smile and felt empty in her heart.

But when she got closer, she said to herself, "the streetlights are still very bright. They seem to be brighter than before I go? I remember that several streetlights in front of this row of shops are broken. I can't see them clearly in summer evenings. Have they been repaired? "

After walking for a while, she again "eh" a sound, pause step, carefully staring at the foot.

"It seems that this road is not the same as before?"

"Well, it's really different. It used to be a cement road with potholes on the road. It's not comfortable to walk in high-heeled shoes. Now it's a bluestone road? Well, it has a kind of antique flavor. It is also very smooth and beautiful. You must come out and take some photos after you get up tomorrow... "Because she liked the flat and antique ground so much, she looked at the ground as she walked. Until the soft, slow and beautiful piano sound came to her ears, she suddenly stopped, looked up, looked forward, and then her eyelids leaped wildly and her heart moved.

Her house is full of light?

And there's the piano coming out?

Who is it Playing the piano at her home?

No, no, no, no, no one can be in her house. It should be next door to her house. Besides, Gong Mou can't be playing the piano. Gong Mou has been back in Shangdu for a long time and is preparing for the new year. He can't be here.

However, for her returning from a long journey, the light and the sound of the piano are almost enough to make her cry.

She quickened her pace, and her high-heeled shoes made a "thump" sound on the bluestone floor. She could not wait to go to the light range and couldn't wait to see who was playing the piano in the warm house. Then, she shook heavily, and then, like a fixed body curse, she fixed her eyes on the people in the glass door.

Tears, also fell down.

It was Gong Mou.

The elegant and outstanding man sitting in the bright glass door, just like the stars in the dark night, is the man who she thought had left here long ago and would never appear here during the Chinese New Year. Maybe she has forgotten her palace plan!

What's more, she plays Chopin's Nocturne, which she likes very much.

It's like he's waiting for her. No, he's been waiting for her to come back.

At this moment, all the resentment, resentment, anger and so on left in her heart to Gong Mou suddenly disappeared. Now she just wanted to open the glass door and rush to his back. She hugged him tightly from behind and buried her head in his shoulder socket which must be very warm.

So, is this the feeling of "home"?

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