【GB】The CEO’s delicate bag is crying again!

"You, don't be like this." He suppressed his blush, and after all, he didn't dare to look at him.

Li Yue slowly let go of her hand, watched Shen Guiyu put all the medicines she wanted to take within her reach, watched him adjust the temperature in the room, and then said: "Then I will send a message to Uncle Wu. , let him come and pick you up."

Shen Guiyu looked at it for a long time and still hadn't figured out how to keep the water warm. Hearing this, he looked at her seriously and made sure that she was not teasing him before he responded.

"it is good."

He packed his things outside, then turned back and asked: "You alone... pay attention to rest, keep warm, remember to take medicine, don't run around when you are sick, don't let the air conditioner be too low, and don't eat anything light... "

Li Yue's muffled voice came out from under the quilt: "I understand, Teacher Shen."

He took another uneasy look and saw that she had no strength to say anything to make him blush, so he turned around and walked out the door.

Li Yue took out her cell phone and replied to a few messages, threw the phone aside, and fell asleep with her head buried in the pillow.

Shen Guiyu took the elevator to the underground floor by himself and saw Uncle Wu.

After getting in the car, he frowned and sent her another message: "I seem to have forgotten to press the button for the warm water thing. Don't get it and drink it directly——"

"Thank you for bringing Senior Sister Long here today."

After he couldn't think of anything else to say, he looked out the window at the passing road in a daze.

"Uncle Wu, please send me to Chuanfang Road..."

Anyway, I'm a senior, and the number of bedtime checks is very few, so it doesn't matter even if I don't say anything and don't go back to sleep.

He wanted to go back and see his grandma.

He usually works or goes to school, and has to give extra classes to Liang Tong, so he doesn't have time to go back and forth from home.

Uncle Wu listened to his instructions and drove forward. Even though he was driving skillfully, he had to become more cautious because of the crowds of people setting up stalls on the street.

"Uncle Wu, please park here." He said, and already reached out to open the door.

Uncle Wu waved his hand quickly. Although he rarely drove to this area, Li Yue had to deliver him safely downstairs.

"Mr. Li asked me to deliver you to your doorstep——"

Shen Guiyu pursed his lips, but finally refused hesitantly: "No, just stop here. The road ahead is not easy..."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Uncle Wu had no choice but to open the car door.

"Then when you get home, send a text message to Mr. Li. Otherwise Mr. Li will be worried."

Most of the private houses in this area are raised funds for rent, and they have been raised funds for a long time.

Shen Guiyu tightened his grip on the bag strap. After the car door opened, the cool breeze that had cooled down these days also flowed in.

"Goodbye, Uncle Wu!" He closed the car door and slowly turned on the flashlight.

His home was actually not far from here, and the rain from the changing seasons was pouring outside. He took out an umbrella from his bag and opened it.

He stepped on the slippery ground and shined his flashlight on the iron door.

There was only an old combination lock on it, and it had long since become useless. The landlord thought that the people who could live here didn't have much property to protect, so he simply left it alone.

Although the response lights in the corridor were yellowish and dim, it was still better than total darkness.

He always carries a ham sausage in his bag. He hasn't come back for a long time, and the ham sausage has never been used.

He walked to the second floor and called "Mimi" several times toward a pile of wood and debris in the corner.

A skinny kitten came out, almost skinny, but still meowing affectionately in a petite voice.

Shen Guiyu laughed softly, lowered his head, opened the ham sausage, crushed it and fed it to the cat.

The dim light went out after he couldn't hear the human voice. Fortunately, he turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, so he could still watch the poor cat eat the ham he fed bit by bit.

At this time, Shen Guiyu would feel that his existence could change something and become more meaningful.

"Eat, eat slowly."

He didn't have the ability to raise it for the time being, but he would buy a piece of ham to feed it every time he came back.

Over and over again, the cat became familiar with him.

Someone came over in the corridor and made a very loud noise. The fat and drunk man knocked over a lot of debris that had been piled up by someone in the corridor.

Shen Guiyu stood up with a frown. After hearing this, the kitten was frightened and went back into the pile of firewood.

He finally saw the person coming clearly. He was not familiar with the neighbors here and could not see them many times throughout the year. I vaguely remember that this is an old man on the second floor. He seems to be in his forties. Every time I pass by, I can smell the heavy smell of alcohol and the smell of sour instant noodles in the room.

Sometimes the disgusting smell can float from the second floor to the third floor.

Shen Guiyu frowned, clenched the strap of his bag and leaned against the wall, making way for a road.

The man was almost over 200 pounds, with a pair of thick glasses hanging over his eyes, and his face was red from drunkenness.

He was holding a wine bottle in his hand, and a pair of small eyes had a cloudy light as he passed by.

"Where are you idiot! Don't stand in my way - get out, get out!!"

Shen Guiyu didn't argue with the drunkard. He just lowered his head and backed away.

Shen Guiyu moved his steps only when the loud closing sound sounded.

But no matter how much he teased the kitten, the kitten was unwilling to come out to play with him.

When Shen Guiyu returned to his home, he was surprised when he saw his grandma who was still asleep.

"Xiao Yu! You're back!" Grandma still had the radio given by Li Yue in her hand. She pointed to the radio and showed it to him with a smile on her face: "Listen! Ji Rong's songs are also in it!"

Ji Rong is a well-known opera singer. Grandma used to like to listen to her operas, but after the radio set her operas to require membership fees, grandma never listened to her operas again.

"Xiao Yu, listen! Is it exactly the same as what grandma played to you when you were a child!?"

Shen Guiyu listened carefully to the radio for a while, and grandma also rubbed his hair: "Xiao Yu came back so late to see grandma. He is such a good boy. Have you eaten? Do you want grandma to warm you up? ——”

Shen Guiyu put down the radio and nodded: "I've eaten, grandma. If you like it, let's listen to it together."

So grandma showed off and clicked on the heart-shaped column, which was full of grandma's favorite songs.

After playing it again, grandma turned off the radio.

"Are you going to eat with Xiao Li?"

Shen Guiyu made the bed for grandma. He pursed his lips and folded the quilt: "Grandma..."

Grandma stepped forward and held Shen Guiyu's hand: "Okay, okay, I, an old woman, don't care about the affairs of you young people..."

"That's it -" She reached out her hand to touch her grandson's face kindly, and said distressedly: "Even if you two are together, you can't wrong her. You two must consider carefully whether you are going to get married. If you don't intend to, When you get married, you have to be measured..."

Grandma talked a lot, and Shen Guiyu also listened silently.

"Okay, I won't say any more. When you come back, have a good rest and have a meal with grandma tomorrow."

Shen Guiyu helped grandma get on the bed, laid out the quilt, and returned to her room.

Li Yue just got up to drink some water, and when she looked at her phone, she realized that she had just slept for three hours.

She held the water glass, folded one leg and sat down on the edge of the bed. While sitting cross-legged, she asked him if it was convenient for him to answer the phone.

Shen Guiyu was staring intently and was stunned when he saw the news.

He folded his pillow, raised his head higher and lay down on his side.

After lying down, Li Yue's call came as expected.

"Why did you wake up so soon?"

She had only slept for about three hours, and it was now one in the morning.

He heard a little swallowing sound and guessed that she woke up because she was thirsty. I just don't know if she has reheated the water as he said.

Patients with fever should drink more hot water.

Li Yue placed the water glass on the cabinet aside and put the quilt on her legs.

Lifting up one side of her long hair, after a while, her long hair was too soft and hung down beside her ears.

Her skin was already fair and rosy, and she sat on the edge of the bed like a porcelain doll under the warm light in the bedroom.

Now that the fever has subsided, her face is no longer hot and uncomfortable, but it does not prevent her from feeling refreshed the moment the phone touches her face.

She leaned back against the head of the bed and rubbed a strand of her hair over and over again.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She asked instead of answering his previous topic.

"I heard from Uncle Wu, are you going home this time?"

He didn't seem to expect that Uncle Wu would send the letter to Li Yue so quickly. He didn't make a draft in his mind in advance and was speechless again.

But the silence didn't last long, and Li Yue said: "It's better to go home and see grandma more. How is grandma's health recently? Is that little machine easy to use?"

Shen Guiyu then relaxed his tone, and the fingers holding the phone gradually relaxed.

"It's very good. Grandma is very happy to use it. She likes to listen to music. Her favorite song by Grandma Ji Rongji is included in it. And she has learned to collect it and loop it. Although she can't tell what it is. Function--"

"But she is still very happy. Grandma will also play Grandma Ji Rong's songs for us, but I am young and can't remember it clearly. Do you know-"

Li Yue stood up and added some water to her cup. This time, the water was just enough to go down her throat, warming her stomach and spleen.

"Sorry - did I talk too much and disturb you..."

He usually talks little, but after all, it's a family matter and he can't find anyone to talk to.

And how could anyone be interested in this old story about his family in the middle of the night?

Li Yue then turned off the speakerphone of her cell phone and lay back on the bed.

"No, how could that be? Besides surprising me, the way you talk so much is also quite...interesting."

"And--isn't that Grandma Ji Rongji that your grandma likes very much singing "When people are free, they have osmanthus and peanuts, and when they look back at the building, they mourn themselves in the open sky, and the flowing water leaves people ruthless, and the lonely desert is ice-"

Hearing Shen Guiyu's surprised voice covering his mouth, Li Yue sang a short paragraph following his memory.

In the past, when he couldn't let his grandma hear Ji Rong's original songs, Shen Guiyu tried to find some cover songs for her grandma.

But grandma has a sharp ear in this regard. She can tell that it's not Ji Rong's voice just by hearing it.

But knowing that Shen Guiyu had gone to great lengths to make her happy, grandma smiled and praised him every time.

But he knew that grandma could hear it and the way she smiled was also for him.

There was only a small fan in the room, whirring loudly.

Maybe it was raining tonight, otherwise he would rarely not feel stuffy in this small room.

He exhaled gently, and his eyelashes as black as crow feathers were curled up: "Well... this is grandma's favorite, and it is also grandma Ji's most famous "Osmanthus Sees the Fragrance". You ——”

You always know a lot about what's on my mind.

But when the words came out, he restrained himself a lot.

"How do you know... you can still sing?"

Li Yue smiled and said, "If it were me when I was a child, I would probably be able to sing it to you behind my back."

Ji Rong was actually a person who passed away long ago. Shen Guiyu obviously had a lot of disbelief before he smiled and said: "Is it true..."

Li Yue changed her lying position, and only after the sound of sheets turning over on the phone calmed down did he hear her explanation.

"Actually, Grandma Ji is my grandma's master."

Grandma's master, and he died of illness very early.

"Actually - I don't know if this will make you feel unbelievable. Many of the audios circulating on the Internet were recorded by my grandma Lin Yazhi when she was young."

"Grandma Ji had an illness during her lifetime, which made it difficult for her to use her singing voice for ten years before her death. Moreover, during Grandma Ji's lifetime, the recording, protection, and adjustment facilities for all recordings were imperfect. Grandma Ji personally The singing voice has...can no longer be found.”

After Grandma Ji could no longer sing, she lived in low-key seclusion. Therefore, many people in that era when information was not developed, did not know what happened between Ji Rong's disappearance and death.

"My grandma is the only close disciple that Grandma Ji has accepted. Grandma Ji's singing style has been learned by my grandma all her life. Therefore, when a batch of new recording facilities were introduced in China, grandma proposed that Grandma Ji should guide her instead. Her voiceless throat sang Grandma Ji’s voice.”

Li Yue continued to explain patiently: "After several years of adjustments, Grandma Ji was satisfied with retaining the audio of all her operas after listening to them herself. And she soon got out of the trough when she initially lost her ability to sing. spent the rest of my old age.”

Shen Guiyu listened to her talking about these things quietly, his heart full of admiration for Grandma Li Yue and Grandma Ji.

Lin Yazhi is undoubtedly the most famous contemporary dramatist after Ji Rong.

Grandma actually often listens to Grandma Lin’s music, but sometimes she gets confused with other people’s names. Because Grandma Lin's name is complicated and always has many more strokes than Ji Rong, the illiterate old man can only remember the owner of the voice he loved when he was young.

By the time a rising star like Lin Yazhi really shines, grandma has aged and her ability to accept new things has become much worse.

"So that's it..." Shen Guiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, revealing a slightly sunken dimple.

"Then...your grandma is really amazing. If it weren't for your grandma, it would be difficult for Grandma Ji's singing to be passed down."

Ji Rong's singing style is notoriously difficult to sing, with nine turns and eighteen turns of desolate melodiousness, and her voice reveals the spirituality of a clear spring.

It's really amazing to be able to imitate it to the extent that Ji Rong himself is satisfied.