Falling tonight

Chapter 76 Li Sijin

Zhao Rou's eyes widened, and her bright and cold face was full of doubts. She looked at him in a daze, as cute and well-behaved as the little girl in the ward many years ago.

She was standing here. Her facial features had almost not changed when she was young, but she had grown into a more three-dimensional and delicate face. Her figure was slender and slim. The velvet tube top black skirt made her fair skin, and her long and straight hair was like satin. Her black hair hangs casually on her shoulders, giving her a unique and outstanding temperament.

"Don't you recognize me?" Li Sijin pushed up his rimless glasses. Her smiling eyes clearly reflected her shadow under the lenses, and his face was gentle.

Zhao Rou raised her head to recognize his appearance carefully. After a while, the face in front of her overlapped with the young man deep in her memory.

She heard herself filled with surprise and a faint trembling voice, "Is it you? You are Zhang..."

Li Sijin smiled even deeper, and his voice was as beautiful as the sound of nature, "Zhang Jin, it's me, Xiaorou, I'm glad you still remember."

Zhao Rou was extremely excited, with a smile on her face. She carefully looked at the man in front of her from top to bottom.

It’s really no wonder that she didn’t recognize him just now. In the past, Zhang Jin was thin and sallow, and he was two years older than Zhao Rou, but at that time Zhang Jin was shorter than Zhao Rou.

The man in front of him now has grown to about the same height as Mu Zhou. He is tall and slender, and his appearance is even more refined and elegant. It is completely incompatible with the thin body and malnourished appearance of the past.

Looking at it from a close distance now, I feel that he has become both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is that his face and posture are still calm and gentle, and his conversation and movements are all gentle.

The strange thing is that after not seeing each other for many years, his identity has suddenly changed. How did he change from Zhang Jin back then to the eldest son of the Li family who has been living abroad for decades?

"Zhang Jin, you..." Zhao Rou wanted to ask him why he showed up at the Li family's villa and changed his identity.

But obviously the current environment was not suitable for them to reminisce about the past. Zhao Rou looked around and saw that there were guests everywhere, and some people were looking at them.

After getting along with the girl many years ago, Li Sijin saw what Zhao Rou wanted to do. He was silent for a moment, put the wine glass on the reception table, turned around and walked out and said, "Follow me."

He walked towards the courtyard outside, walking slowly and slowly, as if he was deliberately waiting for Zhao Rou.

Zhao Rou turned around and looked around the living room, but didn't see Mu Zhou. She put the teacup away, took out her cell phone and sent him a text message, and followed Li Sijin out.

Until he reached a more remote pavilion, far away from the crowds and the hustle and bustle of the living room, with only the breeze and moonlight, Li Sijin stopped, turned around, took Zhao Rou's wrist, and led her to sit down on the stone bench.

The cold hands touched the skin, and it was like an electric current flowed through her body. When Zhao Rou hesitated to break away, Li Sijin had already pushed her to sit on the chair in the pavilion, released her wrist, and sat down opposite her.

The bright silver-white moonlight shines outside the pavilion. The autumn breeze tonight is just right. The wind blows slowly, neither warm nor cool, and feels comfortable and comfortable.

Li Sijin looked at Zhao Rou, as gentle and open-minded as ever, his eyes under the lenses were gentle, "We haven't seen each other for eight years. How are you doing? When did you return to China?"

A smile spread across Zhao Rou's lips, and she looked at him under the moonlight, "I'm okay, I just returned to China some time ago. Where are you and your aunt?" Li Sijin lowered his eyes to cover up the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and pulled out a mocking smile from the corner of his lips. Arc, "My mother passed away not long after you were discharged from the hospital."

Zhao Rou froze, "Dead?"

"Well," the man's voice was neither soft nor serious. It may be that the time has passed and his concern for his relatives has been diluted. Zhao Rou did not hear any ups and downs in his tone.

Zhao Rou was surprised. At that time, she knew that his mother was hospitalized, but her injuries were not fatal. Several ribs on her sternum were fractured. She had seen his mother walking on the ground when she was discharged from the hospital. Why did she suddenly die?
She was about to ask when she heard Li Sijin continue, "My mother left in a hurry at that time. I originally promised to visit you after you were discharged from the hospital, but I didn't do it. When I went to see you after taking care of my mother's funeral, The people in that house told me you had moved out.”

Mentioning the past, Zhao Rou felt a sense of sourness in her heart.

When she was ten years old and was being treated abroad, she could only lie in a single hospital bed day and night because of a leg injury. She was unable to go out. She was in a foreign country and had only one nurse to take care of her.

However, except for saying a few words to her when taking care of her every day, the nurse was not in the ward at other times, and no one accompanied her to spend her leisure time.

After the leg surgery, she lay in the hospital bed for half a year of treatment. She was fed up with the emptiness and loneliness in the ward day and night. After her leg injury healed and she could walk on crutches, she gritted her teeth. , a man stood in the hospital corridor with a cane.

That day, leaning against the wall of the corridor, nurses and doctors kept walking quickly in front of her, and patients walked slowly. She felt as happy as seeing the sun again.

Perhaps she had been lying on the hospital bed for too long and was not used to standing, or perhaps her body had not fully recovered. Zhao Rou, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly felt weak and dizzy. Her body fell straight to the side, and she was about to have a close relationship with the ground. Contact, when she was unconscious, she felt a pair of hands catch her arm and lift her steadily.

When she woke up again, Zhao Rou was already lying on the bed in the ward, with a boy about her age sitting next to her.

He was peeling an apple with a fruit knife in his hand. When he saw that she was awake, her face was still pale and her lips were dry, he stepped forward and asked her with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Ten-year-old Zhao Rou is not timid, but she is still somewhat resistant to strangers appearing in her field.

Especially the adolescent boy in front of me, whose voice was rough and unpleasant, and who looked frail.

Zhao Rou had not spoken to a stranger for a long time. With a hoarse voice and a look of caution on her pretty face, Zhao Rou asked, "Who are you?"

Then her mind flashed to someone catching her before she was unconscious. Zhao Rou looked at the boy in front of her seriously. He seemed to have no malicious intent, "Did you help me?"

"Yes," the boy replied with a gentle smile, handing her the peeled apple, "I'm from the next ward. I see you've been standing outside for a long time. My name is Zhang Jin. You can call me brother Jin. What's your name?" ?”

After that, during the one-year recovery period, Zhang Jin went to see Zhao Rou every day. After taking care of his sick mother, he would often work with the nurse to help Zhao Rou with her leg rehabilitation, and occasionally go over to chat with her. Chatting, and often bringing her some exotic gadgets from outside.

Even the nurse joked that people thought Zhang Jin was Zhao Rou's biological brother and took good care of her very carefully.

It can be said that Zhang Jin was the only boy that Zhao Rou relied on when he was young and ignorant. The time with him cleared away all the haze that Zhao Rou had in country M.

(End of this chapter)