Chapter 39 chapter 2

During the days recuperating at home, Zhuang Yi has been waiting for Zhao Zhao. Xu Nuan was busy all day like a little hamster, while Zhuang Yi with a broken leg was like a domineering young landlord. When the landlord is thirsty, the little hamster has to rustle to pour him water, and it needs to be ice water; when the landlord is hungry, the little hamster has to rustle to the kitchen to cook. In short, the young master of the landlord probably broke his leg to get revenge on the little hamster, or because the little hamster saw the scene where he and Liang Xiaoshuang were thrown at home in embarrassment. In short, he was picky with her.

However, the landlord's mind is more occupied by other things, so the life of the little hamster is not particularly sad. Shunzi told Zhuang Yi that Chen Zigeng and Zhuang Shen had already discussed the marriage of Chen Jike and Meng Jincheng. Zhuang Yi nodded and asked Ma Lu to pick a generous gift for Chen Zigeng as a congratulation. Xu Nuan was by his side at that time, he smiled at Xu Nuan, and said sarcastically, if you are suffering to death in front of him, he will marry another woman anyway.In the end, he still wanted to say ----- it depends on whether you have the means to let him come back to you, and it would not be in vain for me to raise you as a pawn for four years... But, he said this sentence But it was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Xu Nuan didn't speak, she always thought that the person Chen Ji was going to marry was Zhuang Yi, but now it suddenly became Meng Jincheng, she couldn't tell how she felt. When Shunzi left, Zhuang Yi asked Zhao Zhao how he was doing. After Shunzi left Zhuang Yi's apartment, he went to Zhao Zhao's residence. In the end, Zhao Zhao refused to open the door, so Shunzi could only leave awkwardly. When he left, he said that Zhuang Yi had left the hospital early and went home because he was worried about you. Then, a woman's suppressed cry came from the room, so low and so painful.

These days, Zhuang Yi often falls into deep thought, what kind of attitude will Zhao Zhao come to?aggressive?Heartbroken?Or abnormal indifference?No matter what kind of posture, he was ready and let her vent. Unfortunately, Zhao Zhao never showed up. Zhuang Yi didn't think that Zhao Zhao was timid, she was afraid of the result.Although Shunzi had told her countless times that Zhuang Yi had returned home, was waiting for her, and would give her an answer.However, she changed from the anger at the beginning to the panic and confusion now, which made her humble. She smoked and drank desperately, trying to numb herself.

She wandered downstairs in Zhuang Yi's pain countless times, tears streaming down her face, but she still couldn't muster up the courage to find Zhuang Yi. If the answer is really Zhuang Yi, then how will he get along with her in the future? People always like to escape. Zhao Zhao took Zhao Xiaoxiong to his side, but Zhao Xiaoxiong wanted to break away from her again and fled back to the original house where there was Xu Nuan. Zhao Zhao had no choice but to let Zhao Xiaoxiong. When the weather was gloomy, Zhao Xiaoxiong would nestle on the sofa, watching TV with snacks in his arms.

Looking at his long fingernails, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to cut them off for him. Zhao Xiaoxiong still repelled her, waving his arms, and scolded her indistinctly, bitch... hooligan! Inadvertently, his sharp nails scratched Zhao Zhao's face.Zhao Zhao covered her face in pain, the sudden pain made her eye sockets moist instantly. Zhao Xiaoxiong was very happy, and finally drove away the female hooligan, so he clapped his hands happily, screaming... But when he found that the female hooligan was slowly squatting on the ground, hugging her knees with her hands, shrugging her shoulders When he covered his face and burst into tears, he froze.

Her loose hair, like algae, grows densely in the waters of a memory. In his memory, there seemed to be a vaguely small shadow chasing and beating his buttocks all day long.That tiny shadow seemed to have experienced life and death with him, and seemed to have suffered all kinds of suffering in the vast world, and kept looking for him... In the secret space, it seemed that there was a voice calling him all the time, little bear, little bear , I am Jixiang, I am sister Jixiang... Zhao Xiaoxiong tilted his head, and slowly squatted beside Zhao Zhao. He didn't know who Ji Xiang was, and he didn't know what a sister was.He only knew that he made this female hooligan cry—it is not good to make a girl cry, even if she is a female hooligan—in his memory, he seemed to have had a girl who he loved very, very deeply.For such a long period of time, she was always crying, always crying, because her first love betrayed her...

Zhao Xiaoxiong was extremely confused by those unclear memory images. He reached out and touched Zhao Zhao lightly. Zhao Zhao looked up, the tears were still wet, the wound on her cheek was bright red, she looked at Zhao Xiaoxiong sadly. As if Zhao Xiaoxiong wanted to please Zhao Zhao, he handed the biscuit in front of Zhao Zhao, and yelled twice, signaling Zhao Zhao to eat it. Zhao Zhao stared blankly at Zhao Xiaoxiong. Zhao Xiaoxiong hesitated for a moment, then carefully put the biscuit into her mouth. Zhao Zhao chewed the biscuit in a daze, stared at Zhao Xiaoxiong in a daze, tears could not stop streaming down again.

Zhao Xiaoxiong was stunned, he didn't expect that Zhao Zhao would cry after eating biscuits - she must think that he gave her bad food, so he stuffed the biscuits into his mouth in a panic, chewing them, wanting to prove that , these cookies are a good thing, not a bad thing, so don't you cry. Looking at Zhao Xiaoxiong's innocent appearance, Zhao Zhao's heart was about to break. She turned her face away and wiped away the tears fiercely. ... That day Zhao Zhao cut Zhao Xiaoxiong's nails. The sky was gray and there was no sunlight, and the wound on Zhao Zhao's face was scarlet.With her head down, she carefully trimmed Zhao Xiaoxiong's nails.

Zhao Xiaoxiong stared at her blankly, he suddenly thought that Xu Nuan hadn't come for a long time. In the past, on sunny afternoons, Xu Nuan would sit beside him, trim his nails, and listen to his trembling speech. He always wanted to tell Xu Nuan this sentence——I must have had a deep love girl - but this sentence is always fragmented by him. He looked at Zhao Zhao in front of him, and felt that this female hooligan was actually not that annoying.The wound on her face made him feel extremely guilty. He suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Zhao's cheek lightly. For some reason, Zhao Xiaoxiong suddenly called out, sister.

Zhao Zhao looked at Zhao Xiaoxiong in surprise, held his hand tightly, and said, you, what did you just say? Zhao Xiaoxiong shook his head blankly, and returned to silence. This silence made Zhao Zhao despair. When Xu Nuan came to see Zhao Xiaoxiong, she pursed her mouth. One of her teeth was knocked out. Zhuang Yi had already made an appointment for her to have her tooth filled in two weeks. She originally wanted to trim Zhao Xiaoxiong's nails, but when she saw Zhao Xiaoxiong's manicured nails, she suddenly understood that Zhao Zhao had been here. She is Zhao Jixiang from back then! Xu Nuan had mixed feelings for a moment.The delicate little girl who once gave her sweet potato sticks, is now a playful world with all kinds of charms. Destiny always has a reincarnation. The people we have met will reappear in our lives one day, irresistible. Xu Nuan put the bought snacks on the table in front of Zhao Xiaoxiong, and looked at him quietly, with faint worry in his eyes. Zhao Xiaoxiong also stared at her blankly, as if he was trying to recall something, recalling the unnamed shadow that had always existed in his heart—the girl he once loved deeply. When Xu Nuan left, she told Zhao Xiaoxiong that I saw them. them. Meng Gu, and Meng Jincheng. What she said was not so much for Zhao Xiaoxiong, but for herself——Xu Nuan, you saw them, but what should you do? Ever since he met Zhuang Yi, his life has become uncontrollable.