Reborn, I will never be a licking dog

Chapter 51 This young man!

Far away on the hills of some small island nation.

An Xiaomi finally came under the ancient tree where one could make a wish.

This tree is as thick as four or five people hugging each other, with a straight trunk and dense branches and leaves. Many bamboo slips of wishing are densely hung on the books.

These bamboo slips will be taken care of regularly in order.

An Xiaomi took out the bamboo slices from her bag, and she held the bamboo slices carved by Xu Zhimu and rubbed them back and forth.

Still did not choose to see the above content.

In order, they are hung on the red rope wrapped around the ancient tree. With the breeze blowing, countless bamboo pieces collide with each other and make a crisp sound, as if according to the rhythm of the wind, forming a perfect tune of nature.

An Xiaomi took a photo. She put her hands together facing the big tree, hoping that the big tree would not let her down.

"Xiaomi, what wish did you make?" Xiaomi's mother also hung up the bamboo piece, and walked forward to hug her daughter.

Wearing the same style of kimono, the two are more like a pair of sisters.

"I can't say it, it won't work." An Xiaomi looked at the tree and smiled sweetly.

After they left, the night wind kept blowing the bamboo pieces, perhaps only the wind could see the words engraved on two of them.

"I hope we can be the same as before. I hope that when we make a wish next time, we can stand together. Sorry, I like you..."

"May everyone have a chance to come back again and take you to meet the people you want to meet. Some things should be forgotten, and some people should not be missed..."

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In the early morning of the next day, Xu Zhimu had just arrived at the station when he saw that beautiful figure standing at the gate of the station at some point.

"Why are you here? I was thinking of going to the milk tea shop to find you." Xu Zhimu hurried over.

"This is for you." Liu Ningqing handed over the plastic bag in her hand.

This plastic bag looks like it should have been used to hold clothes in the past, and it feels a bit old.

Xu Zhimu took it over and took a look. Inside was a letter wrapped in wax paper, with a faint scent of osmanthus.

"I don't have anything else for you, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made myself..." Liu Ningqing also felt that the bag was not very pretty, but there was really nothing else at home that could hold the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Xu Zhimu looked at her slightly darkened eye circles, and his emotions kept surging: "Have you been doing this for a long time?"

"No..." Liu Ningqing avoided her eyes.

Xu Zhimu put the bag in his hand cherishingly: "I will take it home for my parents to taste, thank you."

Liu Ningqing turned her head and looked at her, her usual calm tone fluctuated a bit: "Don't thank me, we are friends, aren't we?"

Xu Zhimu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "It's my fault."

The two stared at each other for a while, parting was always inevitable.

"Passengers who get on the bus, please pay attention, the vehicle will be checked at eight o'clock, please hurry up and get on the bus..."

Xu Zhimu looked at her: "Then I'll go first."

Liu Ningqing nodded, Xu Zhimu turned and left, but was stopped by a voice behind him just two steps away.

"Xu Zhimu?"

This was the first time the primary school sister called his name.

Xu Zhimu was stunned when he turned around.

The primary school sister took off her mask, her slightly flushed cheeks far surpassed all the beauty, she waved to Xu Zhimu with a quiet smile: "We, see you next time."

Xu Zhimu seemed to have photographed this scene, he held back, and waved to the primary school sister: "See you soon."

The vehicle departs.

In this mountain city, the mountains all around are receding rapidly on the glass of the bus.

Xu Zhimu was sitting in the parking space. He was far away from the primary school girl, but the distance between his heart and soul was never closer.

At most one month, when school starts, Xu Zhimu will give her another surprise.

The journey back was much smoother. Xu Zhimu arrived home in the afternoon and talked with the editor about some precautions. Xu Zhimu made a reservation for tomorrow's ticket.

After dinner, Xu Zhimu took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the primary school sister. In terms of aroma and taste, it is not inferior to the craftsmanship of those boutique pastry shops.

"Where did you buy this sweet-scented osmanthus cake, son? It tastes really good." Mother Xu took a sip, and the taste was amazing.

Xu Zhimu wanted to say that this might be done by your future daughter-in-law.

In the evening, Xu Zhimu went out for a walk as usual, and it was almost 08:30. By this time, the primary school sister should have arrived home.

Before the primary school sister called her, she should have used her mobile phone at home. Xu Zhimu hesitated for a while, but decided to make a call.

After the call was connected, there was a boy's voice on the other end: "Hey, who is it!"

Xu Zhimu has the impression that the primary school sister has a younger brother in her family, who should still be in elementary school at this time.

Thinking that he might be his brother-in-law in the future, Xu Zhimu immediately replied in a gentle tone, as if coaxing a child: "Hello, little brother, is your sister at home? I'm her friend..."

"Ah sister! Someone with such an obscene voice said that he wanted to find you!"

Xu Zhimu: ...

Liu Ningqing was cooking in the kitchen when her younger brother ran in with his mobile phone. As soon as he saw the phone number, Liu Ningqing immediately knew it was him.

She picked up the phone: "Hi, are you home yet?"

Hearing this voice again, Xu Zhimu couldn't help laughing and said, "Well, I'll be home in the afternoon, I'm afraid you're worried about reporting your safety."

Liu Ningqing's cheeks were flushed on the other side of the phone. It was the first time in so many years that she felt this feeling of being missed outside of her family.

"My parents like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made very much, and they keep praising your craftsmanship. It's been a long time since my own son has been praised so much."

"As long as uncle and aunt like it..." Liu Ningqing also felt warm in her heart, and the fire lit up her cheeks.

"In the future, can I also call you? Are we friends..." Xu Zhimu asked her.

The opposite side stopped for a while, and slowly replied with a "hmm."

"Sister, how long will it take? I'm hungry..."

"Oh? It's coming soon." Liu Ningqing quickly comforted her younger brother.

Xu Zhimu also thought to himself: "That's it for today, goodbye."

"See you."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Ningqing looked at the flames constantly jumping in the fire with a smile.

"Sister, why are you laughing so weirdly today?" The younger brother squatted beside Liu Ningqing, tilting his head curiously.

"No way, go get the bowl and prepare to eat." Liu Ningqing patted her brother's little head, and the latter went to serve the bowl in a hurry.

Another day, Xu Zhimu took the suitcase and embarked on the journey to Kyoto.

But this time it was okay, it was only three or four hours by plane, and Xu Zhimu arrived at Kyoto Airport at noon.

As the center of the country, its prosperity is many times stronger than the city where Xu Zhimu is located.

Xu Zhimu was standing at the gate of the airport with his suitcase. According to the agreement with the editor, the flowers and leaves in the high and cold range should have been waiting for him nearby.

Looking at the vehicles coming and going, the cars that can be seen at the gate of the airport are basically not cheap, and sports cars can be seen everywhere.

In the distance, Xu Zhimu saw a red BMW speeding through the traffic at an extremely fast speed.

Several times, I almost overtook other vehicles, and the old man beside me exclaimed: "Fuck, young man! Isn't this a life-threatening thing..."

Before Xu Zhimu could sigh, the red BMW parked gracefully not far from the gate of the airport.

Xu Zhimu's cell phone rang, and Hua Luoye sent a message: "I'm here, where are you?"

Xu Zhimu: "I'm here too, right at the gate of the airport."

After a while, a message came from the other side: "Are you wearing a white t-shirt, black pants and white shoes, 1.8 meters tall, short hair, only [-] or [-] years old, and pulling a black suitcase?"

You almost reported my account book...

Xu Zhimu: "Ah... yes."

Hua Luoye: "I saw you, stand where you are and don't move around."

As soon as Xu Zhimu put down his phone, he saw the doors of the two red BMWs slowly opening.

　Brother-in-law: Why don’t these people vote?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)