Miss, you are my future wife

Xiao Yao gritted his teeth and followed him with swift strides.

"Shen Jie." "Shen Jie." "Shen Jie."

The girl in sunglasses and mask turned a deaf ear to Xiao Yao's repeated calls and hurried forward as if the person named Shen Jie was an unrelated person.

"Shen Jie?" Xiao Yao had no choice but to follow step by step: "Are you Shen Jie?"

After all, you can’t reach out and grab other people’s sunglasses and masks in the street, right?
But the girl seemed to be deaf and continued to walk straight forward without speeding up or stopping.

"You are Shen Jie, right?" Xiao Yao asked again.

The girl didn't nod or shake her head, and naturally she didn't speak.

When Xiao Yao looked up, he saw a familiar black Mercedes-Benz and a driver in a suit and sunglasses, who was opening the door and looking over.

He subconsciously reached out to pull the girl's elbow, but the girl did not let him touch her. Instead, she subconsciously used karate movements to fight back as if she was being attacked.

Xiao Yao was also a man with martial arts skills now. He stretched out his hand to block, and the two of them exchanged several moves here and there without anyone taking any advantage.

"It hurts!" the girl complained loudly, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, sorry," Xiao Yao apologized quickly and ran up to touch Yu Luying's head: "Where is it? Is it here?"

Behind the driver, Shen Jie took a few hurried steps, and her beautiful figure disappeared into the door of the black Mercedes-Benz.

Although he was unhappy during this period, he still felt childlike joy at the overwhelming snow.

Although Shanghai has always been famous for its convenient transportation, large population and beautiful environment, the heavy snowfall in 2004 was an unusual natural phenomenon for the city.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Yao shouted.

This kind of snow is rare in this cosmopolitan metropolis, which only gets snow once every 10 years.

Like all southerners, Xiao Yao was a little happy and excited.

As Yu Luying said this, she touched the right side of her head with her hand wearing a velvet fingerless glove.

The intermittent snowfall lasted for 10 days, during which the snow thickness once reached 5 cm.

--split line--

The driver then backed away while observing Xiao Yao vigilantly. Seeing that Xiao Yao seemed to have given up the struggle, he turned around and got into the car. Then, the Mercedes-Benz turned around, drove past Xiao Yao, and drove away.

Naturally, he was indifferent to the disaster that this rare snowfall would bring. It was a good thing that the school was closed because of this.

Thursday, June 2004, 12.

At dusk that day, white snow began to fall.

Yu Luying tilted her head and dodged away.

At this moment, the driver who was standing in front of the car door with his hands down had rushed over and stopped in front of Xiao Yao.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and then a ray of coldness ran from his collar down his spine to his lower back.

The belated heavy snow missed Christmas Eve, so I chose the day when the New Year was approaching.

The setting sun reflected a forlorn face on the car window with the curtains drawn.

"Watch the ball!" Xiao Yao shouted and threw the tightly balled snowball in his hand at Yu Luying.

The boy hurriedly bent over, temporarily delaying his downward thrust, forming an unexplainable wet spot in his crotch.

"Okay you!" Xiao Yao yelled loudly, bent over and turned around, and started hugging each other on the snow, trying to avoid being alone in the embarrassment.

Tianyun had already left a string of laughter like silver bells, and jumped out more than ten meters away like a little monkey.

"Don't run!" Xiao Yao chased after him.

"Old Luo Guo! You're running so fast! You can't catch up even if you kowtow!" Tian Yun shouted.

Yu Luying also covered her mouth and laughed.

Having had enough fighting and making trouble, the three of them started building a snowman.

"Tell me, what is mom doing now?" Tian Yun was busy working on her hands and didn't know who she was asking.

When Xiao Yao heard this, he suddenly felt that the somewhat joyful atmosphere began to cool down again. Even his back, which was wet just now, seemed to be frozen solid. Xiao Yao straightened his back, hammered it with his hand, and said nothing.

These days, Xiao Yao has not gone to the No. 7 Girls' Middle School in the city, but Tian Yun goes there every day to wait.

However, Shen Jie was never seen again.

"Xiao Yao," Tian Yun changed the subject when no one spoke: "Get me some more money!"

"Why do you want it again?" Grande Xiao frowned and said, "Didn't I just give you pocket money two days ago?"

"That's it," Tian Yun curled her lips and said, "Where are you sending the beggars?"

Yu Luying pursed her lips and smiled, patted the snow on her palms, and began to dig into her pockets.

"Just spoil her," Xiao Yao stopped him: "I'll give it myself."

"Aren't you also suffering from lack of money?" Yu Luying said gently: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yao agreed, secretly wondering in his heart - when did these two women become so good?

Children are just so elusive.

Although in fact I am also a child, Xiao Yao thought.

"Xiao Yao," Shen Tianyun changed the topic again: "You lost your temper with your grandma just at noon. This is your fault, and I can't stand it. After holding it back all afternoon, I think I have to say it. "

"What did he do again?" Yu Luying also showed an unhappy expression after hearing this.

"It's my fault," Xiao Yao said hurriedly: "I don't know what happened to me during this period. Maybe it's just... that I haven't recovered."

"It's a bit cold," Yu Luying lightly stamped her little feet: "Let's go back first."

"Okay." Xiao Yao hadn't had enough fun yet, but still reluctantly agreed.

The three of them took a few steps back, admired the half-finished snowman they had just built, and then went upstairs together.

After calling for a long time but no one answered, Xiao Yao took out his key and opened the door.

"Grandma, at noon just now-" Xiao Yao said, "Oh!"

All three people exclaimed.

An old woman lay face down on the uneven ground among the soap flakes, motionless.

On January 2005, 1, the Feast of the Mother of God, grandma finally regained some consciousness in the hospital bed.

"Grandma, you're awake!" Xiao Yao shouted happily.

After the doctors and nurses who came after hearing the news completed the examination, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the ward.

Of course, there is also the old lady in the next bed.

"Grandma, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Xiao Yao put his ear close to grandma's moving lips.

"I...I don't have time..." Grandma made an almost inaudible voice with weak airflow.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xiao Yao said hurriedly: "You will get better!"

Although he knew very well that that was not what the doctor told him.

"I... know... very clearly in my heart," Grandma's voice was a few decibels louder: "Please ask... Jiejie to come... I... I have something to say to her."

Xiao Yao walked out of the ward and took out his mobile phone helplessly. His bloodshot eyes were dull.

He never told his grandma that Shen Jie had "broken up" with him. He only said that Shen Jie was under strict control at home and could not get out, and would come back later.

Winter has always been a hurdle for seniors of this age, and coupled with this fall - according to the doctor, grandma may not be able to survive this winter.

Thinking of this, tears couldn't help but fall silently.

Xiao Yao dialed Yu Luying's mobile phone.

"Hey," the young man said in a hoarse voice: "Use your mobile phone, no, use your mother's mobile phone, and help me send another text message to Shen Jie. Yes, just say it...just tell the truth..." (End of chapter)