Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1234
The sun is shining brightly in New York, but the capital is covered with dark clouds.

The capital city in mid-winter always exudes a dry and cold atmosphere, especially in such gloomy weather, it gets colder and colder.

When the new wind blows, the branches sway "swish", making bursts of sound.

The sky was gloomy, pressing over the city, as if it would rain at any moment.

Qiao residence.

Josnian stood in front of the French window in the living room and lit a cigarette, his deep eyes just looking at the dark sky outside the window.

The clouds were thick and the day was like night.

I'm afraid it won't be long before it will rain.

In winter, the capital is most afraid of rain. When it rains, the dry and cold will turn into damp and cold, making people very uncomfortable.

In particular, it can trigger aged wounds.

Josnian hasn't been sleeping well recently, and he smokes more intensely.

As soon as the temperature dropped, he would cough badly at night.

I don't know who said that smoking will shorten your life.

As he is now, I am afraid that he will not live long.

Josnian narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky outside the window with heavy eyes.

The black clouds kept pressing down, the heavy rain was delayed, and the howling north wind outside made the entire Qiao residence extraordinarily desolate.

In the once bustling Qiao's house, there is only one Butler Sun left.

The huge house was completely empty.

He fixed his eyes on the sycamore tree in the yard. The tree grew taller and taller, but there was no one under the tree.

When the sycamore tree was only half as tall, a certain monkey-like girl liked to climb trees.

Once, she couldn't move in the middle of the climb, and she didn't dare to come down, so frightened that she cried "awow".

That time, he scolded her severely, and taught her a lesson.

That thing is too dangerous.

But the little girl doesn't have a long memory.

One night, when she wanted to go out to have a barbecue with her classmates, she opened the window and climbed down the plane tree.

When he was old, his legs and feet were very agile, and he climbed down the sycamore tree with a "chiliu".

Just as she was triumphant and clapping her hands to leave, he stood in front of her again.

He had noticed that she was climbing a tree a long time ago, but he didn't expect her to be so courageous.

That time, another lesson was unavoidable.

In addition, her wanting to go out to eat barbecue at night is beyond his approval, so he can be said to have trained her to cry.

The sound of her sobbing seemed to still be echoing in her ears.

And her accusation—

"You're an asshole!"

"You just can't see me!"

"You have reached menopause, and you have such a temper!"

"I've never seen someone you hate so much, just know how to train me!"

Of course, she didn't dare to accuse him face to face, only dared to complain behind her back.

It's just that she sent these complaints to him on purpose, and he will definitely hear them.

Josnian looked at the sycamore tree in the courtyard, feeling a little ethereal and in a trance.

Every plant and tree in the Qiao residence carries memories.

12 years is enough to engrave footprints on every place here, indelible.

Josnian looked out the window with complicated and complicated emotions in his heart.

After finishing one cigarette, he lit another, and the smoke rose, covering his chiseled face.

The fundus of his eyes was blue tiredness, and that tiredness filled his eyes.

His tall figure stood in front of the window, slender and independent.

The strong wind outside blew up the leaves on the ground, curling one by one, rubbing against the ground, making a "rustling" sound, one after another, very ear-piercing.

The empty Qiao's house lacked vitality and energy.

Qiao's house is no longer the old Qiao's house.

There is only boundless silence left.

(End of this chapter)