Drifting Towards You

In twenty minutes, she packed up.

After that, she called a moving company's car, and then patiently sat on the sofa and waited for the driver to arrive.

After half an hour, the phone rang.

Gu Qingyao lowered her head and glanced, and it was the driver who had arrived.

After telling the floor to the driver, she looked around.

She didn't seem to live in this small house for long.

Although warm and warm, it seems that this is not her home.

Gu Qingyao did not linger anymore, helped the master to take two suitcases, and went into the elevator together and left. Before leaving, he left the key that Lu Xiao gave her on the dining table without leaving a word.

"Miss, where are we moving?" the master asked as he moved her luggage into the car.

Gu Qingyao was silent for a few seconds, a little confused.

Yeah, where else can she go?

When the driver saw her silent, he did not urge, but stood aside and waited for her reply.

After dozens of seconds, Gu Qingyao finally remembered that she had left a small building of her father at the time. It was in the outskirts and surrounded by beautiful scenery.

The small building was bought by my father secretly. It was a small single-family building with an area of ​​about 100 square meters. It was bought by his father as a flower house.

Because my mother likes flowers and plants, my father originally planned to plant a variety of flowers in the room, and when the flowers bloom, he would give the flower room to his mother.

"Just go here." Gu Qingyao said softly.

After the driver answered, he drove towards the address she gave.

The car drove on the road for a long time, until the night was deep and Gu Qingyao was a little drowsy in the car, and the driver reminded: "Miss, it's here."

"Thank you." After Gu Qingyao paid the money, the driver helped her remove the luggage from the car.

Gu Qingyao didn't have the key to Xiaolou, and it took a long time to unlock the door before opening the door.

After the lights are turned on, you can see that the whole house is piled up with dust, and the carefully designed flowers and plants have withered.

There are still spider webs hanging on the corner, a scene of defeat.

Fortunately, my father was probably in a romantic mood at the beginning, so the house had two small bedrooms.

Gu Qingyao climbed onto the bed and wiped the roof glass with great effort.

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he could see the starry sky.

She smiled lightly, cleaned the bedroom briefly, changed the sheets and quilt, washed it, and fell asleep.

There was no dream for a night, and early the next morning, Gu Qingyao began to clean the room thoroughly.

It took a whole morning to clean up the dust in the room.

The room is obviously not finished yet, so there is still a lot less stuff.

She found a shopping mall nearby, went directly to buy curtains and some ingredients, and bought home appliances.

After that, she found a flower shop online and ordered a lot of potted plants.

She didn't have the patience of her father. Waiting for the flowers to bloom a little bit, she bought a lot of blooming flowers, mostly in warm colors, and planned to replace the withered flower branches as soon as they came.

After being busy for almost a week, Gu Qingyao finally cleaned up the house completely.

The originally ruined house has completely become a warm one.

Like a small wooden house hidden deep in the forest in a fairy tale, you can see the sun during the day and the stars at night.

There is running water not far away, and there is a fragrance of flowers in the room.

After Gu Qingyao moved in, she turned off her mobile phone, and before she turned it off, she sent a text message to Lu Xiao: [We are over, don’t say good luck. 】

Life was completely quiet, and the longest thing Gu Qingyao did was sitting by the window and painting.

She actually didn't know who she liked to paint, but she knew that she liked it from a very young age.

I often sit for a day without feeling hard and boring at all.

It’s just that there are many things in the past, but there are very few times when I can concentrate on painting.