Cat Demon and Hypnotized Urban

Tick, tick.

The sound of the clock is so clear and pleasant to the ear.

"Han Yiqing, go back to your room." Han Quin ordered.

Han Yiqing stood still.Standing far away on the stairs, Chu Yuan couldn't imagine the expression of that precocious girl.

Han Que had no choice but to soften his tone: "Be obedient. Be good."

So Chu Yao saw a face full of resentment rushing towards him.

"Cough, um... get out of class is over. I'm going back first." Chu Yao can guess the situation in front of him with his knees, and it's better to retreat quickly at such a time to avoid accidental injury.

The young woman pointed her finger sharply: "Han Que, is that him?"

Really unfortunate.Hurry up and hurry up, but still don't avoid it.

Chu Yao had no choice but to turn around silently, facing the woman's beautifully manicured nails and tear makeup intertwined face, showing an innocent look.

"No."

Han Que stood up slowly, and the two words in his mouth resounded loudly.

……Thank you.Chu Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Que walked up to the woman, glanced at her indifferently, and said in a terribly indifferent voice, "How can I give my daughter to you without worrying about you being so unreasonable."

"Can I rest assured if I give you?"

Han Que ignored the almost crazy woman, and went straight to the door to pick up a bunch of keys: "Sorry, Teacher Chu, I'll take you home."

"This……"

"It's going to rain soon, and it's not convenient to take a car."

"Oh thank you..." Chu Yao tied his shoelaces in a muffled voice, regretting that he didn't wear those low-top boots that could just kick off today.Han Qun at the side was still extremely calm, even the movement of closing the door was restrained.

"Han Que! I won't let you go! Don't regret it!"

This was the last time Chu Yao heard this hysterical voice.

"Just leave like this... Is it okay, Xiaoqing?"

"It's okay. The nanny will come later."

45:[-] p.m.During the busiest time of traffic in this city, Han Qun and Chu Yao got stuck in the road without any accident.

"If this is the subway... I guess I'll be home early." Looking at the sunset in the western sky that looked like a duck egg yolk, Chu Yao desperately laughed in his heart that the excuse Han Quin made just now was really bad.

"Sorry." Han Qui smiled forcedly, "Is it my fault?"

"Then who is to blame."

There was a strange silence in the car passing by the autumn wind.

The green light in the distance turned on, and the traffic slowly advanced a little before stopping again.

Han Que contemplated for a long time before opening his mouth intermittently: "That, that woman, is... mine..."

"Wait...Han, Mr. Han, you don't have to say what you don't want to say."

Chu Yao looked worriedly at Han Que's slightly stern side face, and when he saw his relaxed expression, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Que turned his head with complicated eyes: "You seem to understand me very well."

What's the meaning?Is it sarcasm or... something else?

"I think I can tell you." Han Que put an end to Chu Yao's confusion with a smile, "That's my wife, who is 14 years younger than me. She came to our magazine eight years ago to sign a contract as a graphic model and we met. At that time , I was in the deep closet, and the person I had been talking with for ten years suddenly left without saying goodbye, and when I got home, I was urged to marry all day long, thinking about it... I am really tired."

Han Que's car finally reached the red light.

"At that time, Jian Ni was in her early twenties, young and beautiful, with a good personality—it wasn't like what it is now. People who worked with her praised her for being professional and willing to endure hardships. She has almost all the advantages that a girl of that age should have. gone."

"It's hard to imagine that she would fall in love with me. Even, she was the one who proposed."

Chu Yao stared at the students carrying schoolbags, big and small, on the sidewalk in front of them. The last bit of afterglow shone on them, so tired.

"She cried that night. I thought — maybe it's selfish to say that — no matter what happened before or after, at least that night, I really wanted to be with her."

"Now." Chu Yao responded quietly, "Do you still love her now?"

Han Que was silent for a while, then shook his head: "...I can't say it."

As it started to get dark, they left the most congested neighborhoods and the roads finally cleared.

"It's another matter after we are really together. Problems of life, personality, etc. have come. After having a child, she is like a different person. She is anxious and irritable, and unhappy every day. I thought it was work. Put pressure on her, after all the modeling industry...Youth is capital."

Chu Yao tentatively said: "You...you can raise her."

"Absolutely no problem." Han Que paused, "It's just that I hope she can go to work, have her own life and a small circle. She also agrees with this. It's just... In the end it's still the same as before. I'm not only worried about her I'm still worried that my child will be affected."

"Have you ever had a medical history? For example, depression or something." Chu Yao thinks that modern people are more or less mild.

"She refused to investigate. I consulted several doctor friends and suggested that she go and have a look in person." Han Que sighed heavily, "Later, I don't know how she found out about my secret, but it finally broke out. .Then we've been living apart until now. Adding up the whole thing...the time we've been together is only two years."

"Then now she..."

"She found a designer who wants to go back to China for development. He's British." Han Que showed a hesitant look on his face again, "So she's planning to divorce me."

To put it mildly.Not surprising, it was meant to be.

"I'm more at ease with her. It's better to have someone to rely on than to float alone."

"You sound like you are going to marry your daughter."

"Maybe...the age difference is too big." Han Que followed Chu Yao with a smile, "Actually, we seldom quarreled before. I think as a man, let alone being so much older, no matter how much regress and tolerance are It should. But just for me, if it's a child, it's a different story."

"In these years, Xiaoqing has been with her most of the time. Sometimes she will come back to live with me for two days on weekends or holidays. Now she is gradually aware of things that she didn't understand when she was a child... I'm not sure about Xiaoqing. Is it a good decision to stay? It seems that girls will live better with their mother, but they have to change their environment with her, and it may be a burden for them."

Hearing the hesitation and distress in Han Que's tone, Chu Yao was unexpectedly not disgusted by this person's eloquence.

But... we're almost home.

It was still dark, and there were thick clouds floating in the dark blue sky, which looked like before dawn.

"I'm sorry to have made you hear so much trouble."

"...This is the third apology I've heard from you today."

"Is it."

Han Que parked the car at the entrance of the community, thinking that he would tell his past unsuspectingly to a tutor whom he only met for the second time along the way, passing the traffic jam without even noticing it.

He had never felt that he was such a person to talk to.

Maybe it's just age.Or does this college graduate student in front of him have some kind of magical power?

"It's okay. I like to listen to people talking." Chu Yao took off his seat belt, turned his head and smiled innocently at Han Qun, "As long as the voice is nice, I won't be bothered by anything."

"You really don't ask too much." Han Que was thinking about something else in his heart. This little guy can empathize with a stranger all the time, and he can moderately untie the knot in the other person's heart. If it wasn't for If you have a natural affinity with yourself, you must be a veteran in the field of love.

But how is it possible.

Han Que met Chu Yao's clear eyes: "I...should treat you to a meal or something, but today... nothing is right today. Let's ask you out another day."

Chu Yao nodded in understanding, opened the door and got out of the car: "Yes. Go back and have a good rest. It's been hard work."

"You too."

Han Que watched him get out of the car, and the moment the door closed, he couldn't help calling "Chu Yao" again.

Outside the car window, Chu Yao tilted his gentle and harmless face: "Is there anything else?"

Han Que hesitated for a while, then rolled his eyes with a smile: "See you next week, Mr. Chu."

"Well, see you next week."

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