If The Moon Won't Hold You

Chapter 8: First encounter

At dusk, the sun will set.

Cen Ning looked at her words and deeds carrying her water pink schoolbag on one shoulder, feeling a little bit subtle.

It's one thing for a girl's sprout heart to be hit, and another thing for the loneliness of a teenage child to be comforted. Cen Ning thought, it seems that no one has accompany her home like this before, and no one will carefully discover that her schoolbag is heavy and her shoulder hurts.

Later, the two returned home in a taxi.

The moment he entered the house, a strong smell of rice came, and he turned around and handed her the schoolbag, "After eating, go to my room and bring the test paper."

Cen Ning nodded and held the schoolbag tightly in his arms.

In a warm home, there are family members who are waiting for her to eat at home, as well as him who will go home with her. At that moment, Cen Ning felt that she had everything.

After eating, Cen Ning carried her schoolbag and went upstairs under the gaze of Yan Guofeng's approval.

Pushing aside the room where words and deeds were made, she stood at the door properly and called to her brother in a low voice.

I finished the meal before my words and deeds. I was sitting at the desk at this time, flipping through a book of extracurricular readings at random, "Come here."

After Cen Ning approached, he glanced at the book he was holding, with the word gun on the cover. In the next second, his words and deeds packed the books into the small bookshelf on the side.

"Why are you reading this book?"

She patted the chair beside her words and deeds and motioned her to sit down: "I like it."

"Do you like this?" Cen Ning was a little curious, "Then, will you be like Grandpa in the future?"

"It's the same." The words and deeds smiled briefly, and then suddenly said, "It's not the same."

Cen Ning didn't understand the meaning of what he said, and only said, "That's good."

Words and deeds spread out her test paper, and said casually: "Is it good? Then have you thought about what you are going to do in the future."

Words and deeds can only be asked at random, because he also knows what dreams are in the minds of children at this age. But he didn't expect that Cen Ning was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "I want to be a very good photographer."

Could it be that Cen Ning didn't stumble when he said something, and gave her an unexpected look: "Photographer?"

"Well, the most beautiful, surging, and most alarming picture recorded." Cen Ning engraved everything her father had said in her heart, and she said every word, "I want to be the recorder of time."

Cen Ning seemed to have returned to the moment when his father was by his side. He took his camera and photos and showed them to her like a few Jiazhen. She was still young and didn't know whether the photos were good or bad, but she could feel the kind of being a photographer. Proud and satisfied.

"Ah... Did I say too much?" Cen Ning came back to her senses and asked awkwardly.

His words and deeds looked deep, and he curled his lips: "No."

"Actually, I'm talking nonsense, don't you, don't tell my mother, she doesn't like Dad like that." Back to reality, Cen Ning also has a mother who hates photography.

Turning her pen in words and deeds casually, her eyes were on her test paper: "Cen Ning, do what you want to fight for by yourself, don't be swayed by others."