I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

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The Zhao family was in a mess, and didn't know how they got home.

When Zhao's mother returned to the villa, her fingertips were shaking. She tried her best to calm herself down, but when she took off her high heels, she was in a daze and was unstable and almost fell. Zhao Zhan, who stood on the side, stopped talking and helped her up.

Mother Zhao said nothing, and hurried back to the room with her clothes gathered.

After a while, weeping came from the room.

Zhao's mother's cry came, and the whole villa was very low.

The nanny and the chef didn't know what was going on, so they didn't dare to stay longer in the villa, so they all went to the yard.

Father Zhao had an ugly face. He glanced at the direction of Mother Zhao’s room. He faintly blamed Zhao’s mother, but his face was exhausted, so he didn’t say much, saying: “There are still many guests at the birthday party. Send it off, I have to go there."

This year's birthday banquet is a complete mess.

Moreover, I'm afraid it will be a birthday party that Zhao's mother will never forget.

Zhao's mother had just changed into her evening dress, and before she had time to scramble for a while, even many guests hadn't even arrived, so she received a call from Zhao Zhanhuai-and it was in this situation. Where does the family still have the mind to return to the birthday party to continue receiving guests?

Zhao Zhanhuai nodded and said: "I will go to the hospital later, Zhao Mo's injury is fine, there is no fracture, you can rest assured."

"Which kind of heart do I put? Both of you don't make people worry!" Father Zhao adjusted his tie, his face was pale, and he walked out and said, "Mingxi will wait until I come back. Just ask you guys! I only traveled for a month, how did things turn out like this?!"

As soon as Father Zhao left, Zhao Yuning looked cold and tired, and turned around to go out.

Zhao Zhanhuai quickly grabbed his arm, feeling upset: "What are you running?! Zhao Yuning, where are you going again?!"

"Brother, did you forget that I was still running away from home?" Zhao Yuning sneered: "Today's birthday banquet is to give you a face, otherwise I don't want to go! I'm so mad, mom won't ask me to hit me indiscriminately. I haven't apologized for the slap!"

After finishing talking, Zhao Yuning didn't care about Zhao Zhanhuai's expression. He threw the tuxedo suit on him, threw it on the cabinet at the entrance, turned around and left.

When Father Zhao and Zhao Yuning left, the entire Zhao family villa looked like an empty grave.

Only faintly heard the sobbing of Mother Zhao.

It was almost deserted.

Zhao Zhanhuai sat down on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows in dismay.

After taking a breath, I realized that there was no one to clean up the mess except him.

After a while, he went upstairs and knocked on the door of Mother Zhao's room a few times.

"Mom, how are you?"

"...How did things turn out like this? Is there still room for maneuver?" Zhao's mother recalled at the police station. Zhao Mingxi said that they had deleted all their photos, and asked them to delete her photos as well. With an indifferent tone of doing illegal activities, the more I think about it, the more I feel like being pierced with needles in my head, chest tightness, shortness of breath and heart palpitations.

She cried out of breath: "Why do I owe her anyway?! Obviously, after finding her back, you can just use the card! Buy any clothes! Whatever you want to eat! I even arranged the room for her by myself... Just! Why did she hate me so much?!"

Zhao Zhanhuai was so noisy by Zhao's mother that there was a mixer in his head.

He closed his eyes and forbeared, "Perhaps we should reflect on our own attitude."

Mother Zhao just cried. After calming down a bit, he asked a few questions about Zhao Mo's situation and felt relieved after asking. Then I don't know what I remembered, and my emotions began to collapse again.

Zhao Zhan had a big head, and planned to let her calm down alone, then turned and walked downstairs.

There was the sound of a car stopping outside, and Zhao Yuan came back. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the faint sob of Zhao's mother, and knew what had happened.

"I'll comfort mom." Zhao Yuan picked up the corner of her skirt and walked upstairs.

Zhao Zhanhuai glanced at her long skirt subconsciously.

He felt a bit blocked in his throat inexplicably.

Mingxi had been squeezed out of the house and never returned in the cold night breeze.

Zhao Yuan is still wearing Mingxi's skirt.

In fact, this skirt didn't fit Zhao Yuan-she was much shorter than Mingxi, and the neat fishtail skirt that was supposed to be knee-length was dragged loosely by her.

However, she didn't fit her well, but she wore it for granted, just like many things before.

As large as a chemistry competition place, as small as a rabbit doll.

She has some of Mingxi, but she can't touch some of Mingxi.

——It should be Zhao Mingxi.

Zhao Zhanhuai looked back distractedly.

Zhao Yuan hurriedly entered the door of Zhao's mother.

Soon the cry ceased.

Zhao Zhanhuai's headache is half healed.

The assistant returned from the hospital and asked him, "Are you staying home tonight?"

"Go to the company." Zhao Zhanhuai said thoughtfully.

He also threw his evening gown on the sofa and left the villa.

I don't know why, I don't want to stay in this deserted villa tonight.

Zhao Yuan said something like "Mom, you still have me", Zhao's mother was comforted by Zhao Yuan, she was diverted a little, and her mood improved.

It's just that her sight inevitably fell on Zhao Yuan's evening dress.

She felt a little dazzling inexplicably, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you still wearing?"

Zhao Yuan leaned on her knees: "Mom has a good vision. Tonight, many people praised the dresses as beautiful."

"..."

Mother Zhao only felt that, for an instant, her own words slapped her face.

——"Where did she owe her?"

Why doesn't she owe Zhao Mingxi?

She was always afraid that Zhao Yuan would feel disappointed and rejected because she was not the biological daughter of the family, so she tried every means to show her love for Zhao Yuan and wanted to tell Zhao Yuan that she was still her mother as before.

So when Zhao Mingxi accidentally picked up Zhao Yuan’s doll two years ago, she quickly rushed over, took the doll away and returned it to Zhao Yuan, and said to Mingxi, “You want me to buy it for you again, don’t grab Yuanyuan’s. "

So when Zhao Yuan showed her liking for this skirt, she didn't hesitate to give it to her, and thought that Mingxi would not mind.

But when a child is left out of the cold again and again in two years, how can he not mind? It is these minds that pile up to create today's situation!

It's her! In order to maintain the fifteen-year relationship between her and her adopted daughter, she ignored Mingxi's feelings in these events!

It was she herself who pushed Mingxi farther and farther!

Mother Zhao felt like a needle in her heart, anxious and stinging, she could not continue to watch Zhao Yuan wearing this dress, it was like slap and slap on her face, reminding her how to treat Mingxi.

She hurriedly buried herself in the quilt, and said: "You go out first and leave me alone for a while."

Zhao Yuan looked at her in amazement: "Mom, why suddenly--"

"Get out! Leave me alone for a while!" Mother Zhao's choking came from under the blanket.

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Mingxi sat in the back seat of the motorcycle, clutching Fu Yangxi's coat with both hands.

The traffic flowed like a waterfall, and the cold wind blew across her temples at night. She watched the flashing neon lights across the river, passing by street lights after another, slowly calming down.

She later realized: "By the way, where did your motorcycle come from?!"

Fu Yangxi's coat was blown up by the wind, and deliberately said: "I can't hear you clearly!"

Mingxi had to straighten up slightly, grabbed his shoulder, climbed to his ear, and shouted: "I said, where did your motorcycle come from?!"

It was too close, even if the breath that came out was blown away by the cold wind, it still fell on the auricle a little bit. Fu Yangxi was extremely sensitive, and a soggy feeling came in an instant.

The roots of his ears suddenly became red, and his hands shook, almost turning crooked.

Fu Yangxi's throat moved: "A friend of Ke Chengwen drove, and it was a few hundred meters away. We went to pick up a few cars."

"Oh." Mingxi looked back, and there were four or five motorcycles behind him. Mingxi turned her head and counted the heads, and found that Fu Yangxi's younger brother was there. Except for Ke Chengwen, she was suddenly shocked--

"Wait, where is Ke Chengwen? We left him at the police station!"

Fu Yangxi: "Why do you care about Ke Chengwen so much."

"Here!" Ke Chengwen drove a sports car to follow up, lowered the window, and beckoned to them.

Ke Chengwen is already eighteen and has a driver's license.

Mingxi glanced at the four-wheeled sports car that Ke Chengwen was driving, and asked Fu Yangxi: "So there are sports cars, why did you drive a motorcycle?"

"Cool!" Fu Yangxi raised her eyebrows and said stupidly: "Don't you think that a few fast-moving motorcycles suddenly stopped by your side, buzzing around you, like a scene in a movie? Don’t children like this? It’s a pity that they don’t have sunglasses."

Mingxi: "..."

As expected, it's you, Xi is still Xi.

Mingxi asked: "Where shall we go?"

Fu Yangxi said: "Get out of the car first."

"It's too cold at night. If we blow it down, our fingers will freeze." He parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, rolled over and got out of the car, hugged Mingxi's waist naturally, hugged her down, and turned red. Her face tucked her scarf.

Mingxi saw that he was too familiar with his actions and felt that something was wrong, but his brain was blown by the cold wind and his thinking was slow, and he didn't notice anything wrong for a while.

Fu Yangxi was stared at by Mingxi and twisted the beginning uncomfortably. His face was red, and his lips curled up, but he immediately "sizzled" again.

Mingxi asked: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Yangxi touched the band-aid on the corner of her lips: "Hurt, this is a small injury, Xiaoye is fearless."

Ke Chengwen also stopped the car on the side of the road.

The rear window was lowered, and He Yang poked his head out and beckoned to Mingxi: "Mingxi!"

Mingxi: "Why did you bring He Yang?"

"How can you celebrate the great day of breaking the cocoon and turning into a butterfly? How can you not have a barbecue or something to celebrate! Brother Xi has called your friend." Ke Chengwen said: "Zhao Mingxi, get in the car!"

Mingxi felt warm in his heart, and the unhappiness at the police station seemed to be wiped out.

She went over and pulled the car door.

"Wait!" Fu Yangxi interrupted suddenly. Meteor strode to the door, opened the door, and pulled out a boy from inside: "Jiang Xiuqiu, take the passenger seat."

"Long time no see, how did you treat your old friend?"

"Go! Go! Go."

Jiang Xiuqiu? !

Mingxi's eyes lit up suddenly-isn't this that, isn't that second place on the list of people who can be rubbed?

The boy named Jiang Xiuqiu had peachy eyes and a high sweater collar, covering the lower half of his face, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold, dressed as if he had been wintering, he glared at Fu Yangxi with his hands, and then his eyes paused when he scanned Mingxi’s face. Then he reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat.

Mingxi's eyes kept falling on him.

2%!

Haven't tried the 2% return on luck?

Fu Yangxi was blocking the door of the car and was about to urge Mingxi to get on the car. Suddenly, she followed Mingxi's line of sight and fell on Jiang Xiuqiu.

he:"……"

One second, two seconds, three seconds-Fu Yangxi pinched the watch for ten seconds, and then she saw Zhao Mingxi still staring at Jiang Xiuqiu!

Is Jiang Xiuqiu so handsome?

She had never stared at him like that!

Mingxi came back to his senses and found that Fu Yangxi was staring at him, her face suddenly stinking.

Mingxi asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"

"Your eyesight is really good at night." Fu Yangxi tried her best not to be sour.

He pushed Mingxi into the car quickly.

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Fu Yangxi threw the key to the little brother, and the motorcycle was driven back.

The group sat down in the steaming rotisserie.

"It's you?"

"It's you?"

Ming Xi and Jiang Xiuqiu asked out at the same time, and both of them looked surprised and immediately understood.

Fu Yangxi stared at Zhao Mingxi, then at Jiang Xiuqiu, and finally at Ke Chengwen, who had brought Jiang Xiuqiu, his fists were almost hard.

Ke Chengwen panicked and motioned with his eyes, "He contacted me and he was not brought by me specially", Fu Yangxi stared back, "You won't refuse?" "The expression in Ke Chengwen's eyes is even more bitter." Isn't this Brother Xi, you are young? How can I refuse? ’

After a few rounds of eyes, Fu Yangxi's short red hair was blown away like a hedgehog by the night wind, and a layer of frost formed on her face. He flipped through the menu and was very annoying: "It's you, little mask. You and Jiang Xiuqiu have known each other a long time ago?"

Mingxi explained: "I don't even know him if he knows it. I took the cello exam at the Palace of Literature and Art for him more than half a month ago. That's the nickname HandsomeJ.

The price is eight thousand, she said who is such a local tyrant, it turned out to be Fu Yangxi's rich second-generation friend.

Thinking about it now, Mingxi said that it was no wonder the small tender seedlings grew so fast in those few days, dare to believe that there was an increase in this matter.

Fu Yangxi stretched her face: "Then you two have added WeChat?"

Mingxi said: "Yes."

How to contact without WeChat.

Fu Yangxi picked up the sullen vinegar on the table and made a joke: "Isn't that fateful?"

Mingxi said: "Yes."

Fu Yangxi: "..."

Fu Yangxi only felt that the wound on the corner of her mouth hurts!

While wiping the chopsticks, Jiang Xiuqiu looked at Fu Yangxi with a smile, and said to Zhao Mingxi: "Then I am different. My knowledge of you comes from—"

After speaking, Fu Yangxi stuffed a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth across the table, and Fu Yangxi thundered: "You have a mouth that is squeaky and crooked all day long. I warn you not to talk nonsense and eat fruit. !"

Jiang Xiuqiu continued to laugh, as if he had a bargaining chip threatening Fu Yangxi.

Looking at Jiang Xiuqiu's meaningful smile, Mingxi wondered if Fu Yangxi was talking bad about herself behind her back-that was when she had just changed classes and tried every means to be at the same table with him. He hated her the most.

He Yang couldn't understand what they were talking about, breaking the deadlock: "The barbecue is here!"

Mingxi stood up, took the dish from the waiter, and put it on the table. Seeing the large number of people in the store and the lack of staff, she subconsciously ordered an apron to wear and said, "You eat, I am good at roasting, I will roast you first."

Fu Yangxi had never roasted meat before, but seeing Zhao Mingxi taking the tongs to roast so naturally, he felt uncomfortable.

He stood up, grabbed the clip in Zhao Mingxi's hand with a split hand, relying on his height, suddenly took off the apron she put on from behind: "Sit aside."

Ming Xi was blocked by the apron, and when he could react, Fu Yangxi had been pushed into the seat.

She was stunned: "You come?"

Several people looked at Fu Yangxi in surprise.

Jiang Xiuqiu held his cheeks, looked at Zhao Mingxi more, narrowed his smile, and said "yo" in his heart.

"How? Look down on me?" Fu Yangxi said: "I don't think I can bake, Master? You are provoking me."

"Dare not dare." Mingxi held back a smile.

Fu Yangxi and Mingxi changed positions, sat on the outside, cut the meat into several pieces with scissors, and threw them in in a hurry.

After a while, there was a stale smell, and the oil was crackling.

The barbecue was caught in his hand, as if he was particularly inflexible, and almost flew out.

The waiter not far away looked anxious, for fear that the boy with the red hedgehog head would burn their shop. Put down a table of people and quickly walked over: "I'll help you."

Fu Yangxi let go of the clamp in a whisper.

"Who wants to eat these pieces?" The waiter asked the pieces of barbecue that were roasted so thoroughly and so black that parents didn't recognize them.

Fu Yangxi looked at Jiang Xiuqiu, and Jiang Xiuqiu looked away.

Fu Yangxi looked at Ke Chengwen. Ke Chengwen "coughed" and looked out the window: "The moonlight is so beautiful."

Seeing that no one wanted it, Fu Yangxi's face was dull and black: "Give it to me."

"I want a few yuan too." Mingxi couldn't bear no one to support him, and passed the plate.

Fu Yangxi snorted and tugged the corners of her mouth, but she felt happy in her heart.

But the next second he dumped the charred barbecue on his and Mingxi's plates into the trash can.

Don't eat it if it's baked.

Starting to eat the barbecue, Mingxi stared at Jiang Xiuqiu on the opposite side, and started Jiang Xiuqiu's idea, and said, "Employer, shake your hand, there will be similar things to me in the future."

She originally thought that Fu Yangxi's friend would be as difficult as Fu Yangxi, but she didn't expect Jiang Xiuqiu to have a very good temper. She smiled and stretched out her hand: "No problem."

Mingxi was excited, and immediately wiped his hands on the clothes and shook them.

Fu Yangxi, who was still eating barbecue and had no time to stop: "..."

As soon as Mingxi touched Jiang Xiuqiu, the young seedling in the pot immediately moved.

One and a half grown!

Although there are not so many young shoots that Fu Yangxi grew for the first time, it is still quite happy!

Mingxi's heart was surging. He grabbed a piece of barbecue and chewed, and then asked, "Jiang Xiuqiu, have you not come to school for almost a month due to illness? There should be a lot of papers on your desk, do you need someone to help you organize it? Do you need someone to run errands on your usual duty?"

Ke Chengwen silently looked at Fu Yangxi's almost green face: "..."

Before Jiang Xiuqiu had time to speak, Fu Yangxi pulled Mingxi's body over, clasped her shoulders with both hands, and stared at her angrily—

"Why, what's the matter?" Mingxi was confused.

Fu Yangxi's face was very stinky, and she stared at her fiercely. After holding back for a long time, she said: "Are you my little brother or his little brother?"

Mingxi swallowed the barbecue: "Can't I take both of them?"

Is there any professional competition for being the boss?

"No!" Fu Yangxi was desperately desperate--he doubted whether the little mask really didn't understand or not. Does the "little brother" he said really meant that "little brother"? Did you force him to stab the window paper?

Mingxi: "Why?"

Fu Yangxi flushed and said angrily: "One mountain can't tolerate two tigers, understand?"

Jiang Xiuqiu laughed and coughed wildly beside him, drank his mouth water, and sighed: "There is no way, my personality charm can't stop it."

There was a layer of goose bumps on Ming Xi, thinking, 6% and 2%, then she must choose Fu Yangxi's 6%.

"Then I will choose to be your little brother."

Fu Yangxi's ears were red, and his heart was relieved. He let go of Mingxi's shoulders, and the boss gave Mingxi a few pieces of meat.

Mingxi: "Thank you."

"No thanks." Fu Yangxi triumphantly dusted the non-existent ash on her body, raised her eyebrows to look at Jiang Xiuqiu, her eyes were domineering and cool: "It seems that my personality is more attractive."

Ke Chengwen and He Yang: "..."

Mingxi: "..."

Very good, two layers of goose bumps. The little mask has a hard fist. What about your sister.

The rotisserie was steaming hot and the aroma of meat and condiments overflowed. Mingxi was very warm. Seeing this group of young people gagging in front of him, his heart was also warm.

Some things grew silently to make up for the empty corners of her heart.

At noon, the waiter brought some fruit wine, but no one noticed that Mingxi also drank two glasses.

When Fu Yangxi found that something was wrong with her, she hurriedly stopped, but she had already drunk three glasses.

Mingxi started to feel dizzy, and the moon outside the window had burrs.

Fu Yangxi shook her.

But Fu Yangxi began to become two Fu Yangxi.

She turned her head, and the yellow-green glass window frame behind her turned into two.

...

Mingxi was holding his head, her beautiful face flushed, her eyelashes smeared with mist, her eyes fell involuntarily to the side of the street, where a pair of grandparents were selling bright red candied haws in the cold wind.

I don't know what the granddaughter said so coquettishly, she pulled the old grandmother's sleeves forever. The old grandmother couldn't bear it, took out a candied fruit and handed it to the granddaughter.

When the old grandma turned her face, she had a kind and peaceful smile on her face, rubbing her granddaughter's head with her dirty hands.

Mingxi stared blankly, suddenly couldn't help it, her nose was sour and her eyes flushed. After rebirth, I learned that my grandma was no longer there, and all the emotions accumulated so far poured out instantly.

Tears smashed down uncontrollably.

"My grandma." Mingxi cried out, with a hoarse aftertaste in her voice: "My grandma left me thousands of dollars before she died!"

"..."

A table of people on the table looked at her.

"It's over, Zhao Mingxi can't drink, she can get drunk even if she drinks a little." He Yang just remembered, she herself was a little dizzy.

Fu Yangxi quickly got up and pulled Mingxi over, frowning at He Yang: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Mingxi hugged Fu Yangxi, like holding a telephone pole, crying.

She hadn't even seen the last face of her grandma.

When she left Tongcheng, her grandma was uneasy, but she was full of expectations and yearning, and said to her grandma that when she got the Zhao family's love, she would take her grandma some time later, and then get a good university entrance exam. If you have something to do, you can support your grandma.

Not long after she arrived at Zhao's house, two days before or after her birthday, she just called her grandma and no one answered it. When she noticed something was wrong, she received a call from the town.

Said that after she left, grandma went to deliver the goods on her body. She was accidentally trapped by the heavy rain. She slid down the mountain because of her leg ache, and went there that night.

The people in the town were kind and couldn't bear to call her to inform her after the funeral.

Because it was discovered late, the medical conditions in the town were not good, and I don’t even know when grandma passed away.

At that time, Mingxi was completely confused.

She rushed back to Tongcheng all the way.

She was silent in the cold mourning hall, crying numbly.

She also said that she wanted her grandma to live a good life, but in the end it was her grandmother who left her with a shabby red cloth bag, which contained the tuition that grandma had suffered from her leg ailments for many years but was afraid to heal.

Mingxi seemed to have been switched on, tears fell "patter" and "patter", and the tip of his nose turned red from crying.

Wiping his face in a mess with his hands.

With hot peppers on my hands, my eyes became hotter as I wiped them, and my tears flowed more violently.

Fu Yangxi frantically grabbed the tissue on the table and wiped her tears away.

Fu Yangxi rarely sees Zhao Mingxi’s cry of collapse, and she picks up in her heart and turns to ask He Yang, “Who is her grandma? Where does she live and where is the address, send it to me.”

"I've passed away." He Yang looked at Mingxi sadly: "She—forget it, these things shouldn't matter."

He Yang skipped some of the Zhao family's biological daughters and non-biological matters, and only told Fu Yangxi and the others about Mingxi who had lived in Tongcheng in the north and returned to the Zhao family at the age of fifteen.

Fu Yangxi frowned further as she listened.

Ke Chengwen looked at Mingxi with a complicated mood: "Unexpectedly."

In fact, looking at Zhao Mingxi's outstanding temperament, she thought she grew up spoiled. But if you think about it, you can know, which pampered one can roast and cook?

Ming Xi's body was light and fluttering, and her mind seemed to be dangling with water, but she could hear their conversation faintly, and she immediately cried out sadly again. Grabbing the person in front of him, banging his forehead upward: "Wuuuuu died or died, I blame me."

Fu Yangxi: "..."

What else did the other people say next, Ming Xi could no longer hear him clearly, and his mind turned very slowly when he heard clearly, unable to identify what he was saying.

She was immersed in a huge and sad dream, as if she had returned to the day in the mourning hall of her previous life.

The hands and feet were numb with cold, and the whole body was shaking from crying.

Mingxi vaguely felt that he was half-carried out of the barbecue restaurant by Fu Yangxi, and he vomited all over himself. He squatted in front of him, and re-laced his messy shoelaces. Next, he gave a few words to Jiang Xiuqiu and the others.

The street lamp outside the rotisserie shines on the ground, and tiny flying insects fly around in the cold.

The breath turned into white mist.

Tears fell on the ground.

It was terribly cold, and tears dripped into his neck.

She has another scarf around her neck.

It's not cold anymore.

Mingxi hugged the warm telephone pole in front of him.

...

Then Mingxi completely lost consciousness.

She slept.

...

It is strange that a drunk person can know that he is drunk before he wakes up.

The consciousness was dimly about to wake up, but his body seemed to be pressed against a mountain, and he couldn't lift it up.

The eyelids were too heavy and tired, and could only feel a little flickering light.

It looks like a stuck projector, and I can remember only a few sporadic pictures last night.

The buzzing sound of the engine and the slight shaking made Mingxi feel a splitting headache, and the weightlessness during landing made his stomach twisted, and everything he ate last night was about to vomit out.

...

When Mingxi became vaguely aware and was about to open his eyes, the first feeling was cold.

what happened?

Much colder than yesterday?

Has the temperature suddenly dropped more than ten degrees?

Noisy sounds kept coming from my ears, the seat was bumping all the time, and Mingxi's bones all over his body seemed to be not his own.

She tried to open her eyes, her consciousness still a little slow.

What catches the eye is a somewhat dirty car window glass. Is she in the car?

Trafficker? !

Mingxi was shocked, so frightened, and completely awake.

Mingxi looked to the left, Fu Yangxi sat on her left, Mingxi suddenly felt relieved. Even if he was **** by a trafficker and Fu Yangxi was with him, someone would ransom him by the way.

Fu Yangxi was sleeping tiredly, her lips pressed tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and she changed clothes. He didn't wear his noise-cancelling headphones.

Mingxi quickly realized that the silver earphones were hanging on her ears.

She took it off, it was dead, and turned off.

Mingxi looked to the right again. It was a dilapidated and familiar station. The waiting hall was hung with the 囍 characters that were posted last year and have not been taken off. The dust was puffing, and the cries of people coming and going were very noisy, it was a shabby but And a thriving place.

Red, green, and even colorful advertisements were everywhere on both sides of the street.

The car was still driving forward, passing by many tricycles.

On the uneven gravel ground, there are garbage dumps at a distance, and the garbage bins along the road seem to be all furnishings.

Mingxi's eyelids twitched, and suddenly he felt extremely familiar.

Even the deserted soy milk stalls on the street corners feel familiar.

The boss **** with an accent familiar to Mingxi: "Soy milk! Soy milk that is delicious and inexpensive!"

The aroma seemed to overflow.

She choked her breath.

Her heart was pounding, her forehead was involuntarily pressed against the cold car window, and she felt the temperature difference.

I don't know how long it took, the bumps finally stopped.

The car went around for a long time, and stopped at an old broken alley in the town. The deep and secluded alley was just like Mingxi's memory. The ground was covered with moss. It had just rained and was full of water.

Looking up, there is a chaotic and ragged tube building. Few windows are closed, all of which are wide open. One or two bamboo poles are stretched out, and faded T-shirts, school uniforms and dried bacon are randomly hung together. .

...

Too familiar.

Walk a few steps further down the alley, which is the small yard where I used to live with my grandma. There will be some gardenia trees growing inside, a few pots of sun-dried turnips, and some grandma's shoes neatly arranged.

After realizing where this was, Mingxi's heart beat faster and faster, and the fingers that touched the car window were shaking gently.

Some places have changed, but most things in my memory have not changed.

A group of teenagers swaggered across the market in groups, holding basketballs to play in a small open area with less rain.

When the car stopped, the driver spoke with a local accent: "Here, wake up, give me money."

Mingxi noticed that there was a car following.

Ke Chengwen, Jiang Xiuqiu, and He Yang rubbed their eyes, jumping from above without waking up.

Fu Yangxi woke up too, awake and subconsciously glanced at Zhao Mingxi beside him.

He yawned, as usual, with an impatient face, took out a few red banknotes and handed them to the driver, then jumped out of the car door and walked around here.

He opened the car door in front of Mingxi.

Mingxi's eyes were red and swollen, staring at him blankly.

At this moment she felt as if she was dreaming.

Is Alice in Wonderland or something?

How come back to where you grew up when you wake up? Obviously it takes more than ten hours to get back by train.

But how did she get on the train when she fell asleep?

Mingxi suddenly remembered the buzzing sound of taking off and landing when he was sleeping-a private jet?

And there is Fu Yangxi--these people--

It was like breaking into her dream by mistake.

Fu Yangxi stood in front of the car door, holding on to the door, waiting for her to go down.

Against the morning light, his short dazzling red hair warmed the cold morning mist a lot.

Seeing her stunned, Fu Yangxi leaned over slightly, twitched the corner of her mouth, and laughed: "What are you doing?"

Mingxi got off the car slowly, and Fu Yangxi pushed against the top of the car door.

He kicked a board under the car, just covering the water in the mud.

"Welehome, littlegirl." He said to Zhao Mingxi.