If You Are a Dodder Flower

On the way back, Cao Yang’s afterglow smashed to Xiarou several times to force his neck. Then the hand has been covered there.

When I got out of the car, Xia Rou’s hand still licked his neck.

"What's wrong?" Cao Yang asked.

Xiarou did not say anything.

Cao Yang walked over and opened her hand. Pick up your hair and look closer. Through the faint light in the courtyard, I saw a red on the neck of Xiarou's white snow.

The Hu family’s boy came out!

Cao Yang’s face was slightly cold, and he “snapped” and felt that the lesson for Hu Xuan was still light.

But I also think that Xia Rou's reaction is a bit excessive. She showed a particularly anxious, uncomfortable look.

"Is it okay?" he asked her.

"I want to take a shower." Xiarou said sullenly.

It seems that Hu Xuan is like a bacteria.

Cao Yang was not angry, and he was funny.

"Nothing big." He comforted her.

"I hate physical contact." Xiarou whispered.

When I was young, I bumped into Cao Xiong and Cheng Yu’s affairs, leaving some shadow to the little girl’s heart. The physical contact between the contradiction and the opposite **** is the projection of this childhood shadow when it grows up.

In adolescence, she was once very resistant to it. In high school, I don't want to talk to boys, let alone submit them.

Later, getting older and gradually understanding **** in adult men and women is a normal thing. I also know that compared with other women, my behavior is not normal. Deliberate self-correction.

Later, she was engaged, and her fiancé Liang Zikai was also a young man with a strong blood and strong demand. There will always be some intimate needs.

Her illness is also forced to heal a lot. But with more requirements, she still resists. He is not allowed to go to her apartment casually. Although he has his keys, he does not often go to his apartment. He tries to avoid the two people alone in the absence of others.

Liang Zikai certainly has a lot of complaints about this. But he was engaged to her, just to climb the Cao family. With Cao Yang, this big brother protects her day, he has to hold her in the palm of his hand as a princess.

Xia Rou has always comforted himself, and feels that he may be able to heal himself if he is married. It is a pity that he died in the end as a virgin. This problem is still brought to this world.

Cao Yang had just had physical contact with her, passed her, took her, and took her hand, and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

But listening to Xia Roo said: "Only except those who are close."

It turned out that he was classified as a close person by her... Cao Yang had a slight sense of pleasure in his heart.

This can't be done, he thought, how to make a boyfriend in the future.

But she is still small, maybe it is the extra sensitivity of adolescent girls. Thinking about it, he didn't care.

I saw Xia Rou again at dinner, apparently I had already washed a battle bath in a hurry, and my hair was still half wet. I am afraid that everyone will wait for her, and it will be too late to blow dry.

"What's wrong?" Cao asked.

Xia Rou touched his neck uncomfortably: "It's dirty."

Cao Yang gave her a look.

After dinner, he went to Cao Xiong's study.

"When is the departure?" Cao Xiong asked.

"acquired."

"Go," his father said. "Don't lose my face."

When I was a son, I raised my eyebrows.

Cao Yang left the study on the fourth floor and thought about it. He went to the second floor and knocked on the door of Xiarou.

Her hair was dried, and the aroma of the body lotion had not dissipated. I didn’t feel it under the cover of the restaurant’s rice scent. When I opened the door, I rushed. It doesn't seem to be the same as what they use. It is the fragrance that women use.

Probably just used the hair dryer, the cheeks smudged the color of the peach blossom.

I always think she is a little girl, but she is actually a big girl. It’s beautiful to have a man who wants to shoot her.

Cao Yang did not enter her mortuary. Talk to her at the door.

"To go to a task, it will take a few months to come back," he said. "When I am not there, you have something to look for Cao An."

He paused and said: "If there is something in the school, you will go to the Hu Xuan. He now knows who you are, and he doesn't dare to care about you."

Finally, she still yelled at her: "No picky eaters. Eat more spinach."

Xiarou reluctantly said: "Big brother, you are very chicken!"

The hair that had just been blown was smashed into a chicken coop by the unscrupulous big brother.

Looking at Cao Yang, who was happy, she muttered a few words and said, "Let's wait."

Turned back and ran back to the house, and soon ran back again, and gave Caoyang a talisman: "I asked for it at Qiyun Temple. Master Zhiguang has opened the light and kept it safe."

Cao Yang smiled: "It’s time to catch up."

Of course it doesn't happen. In Xiarou’s memory, Cao Yang probably started this time. I specially invited my classmates and went to Qiyun Temple together and asked for the amulet to come back.

Located in the city center, Qiyun Temple used to be a royal temple in ancient times. It has not become a pure tourist attraction, and it has not broken the incense, and has always practiced sorghum. During the New Year, the high-ranking officials in the province are fighting for the innocence of who can burn the scent of the pillars. The incense is very prosperous.

In the past, Xia Rou only used it as an attraction to visit, and once again, he felt that there might be some magical power in the darkness, and he began to fear the **** Buddha.

Sincerely, Cao Yang cleared the peace sign back.

Although he knew his mission this time, he was able to make a contribution.

It is because of knowing in advance that Xia Rou is not worried.

She quietly lived a simple life that a high school student should have, calm and waveless.

A semester is coming to an end soon. The results of the final exam are in the middle of the class, far from the excellent, but Xiarou himself is already very satisfied.

As she said, her brain is really not very smart. Can have such achievements, on the one hand because of the high level of school teachers, on the other hand, because she did not slack off because of rebirth, but like a real high school student, seriously studying hard.

When the winter vacation was taken, it was already cold. Then it snowed quickly and it was getting colder every day.

Xia Rou has always been chilly, and he does not like to go out in the winter. Unless they are taken to Cao Anla to eat hot pot, they are shrinking at home every day.

It’s another weekend.

Xia Rou’s own meal at noon, squatted for a while after dinner, woke up in the afternoon and strolled to the reading room.

The reading room has two floors above and below. Cao’s collection is quite impressive. It is said that this is Mrs. Cao’s handwriting. The layout of the reading room can also be seen in some soft atmosphere.

For example, the heavy log desk in the middle, the light fabric sofa on one side, the comfortable rattan chair by the window, the golden mat on the window sill, the pillow, and the elegant curtain fabric.

Anything left by Mrs. Cao, even if it is replaced with a new one, will be replaced as much as possible in the same way as the original.

Xia Rou did not expect Cao Xiong to come back after lunch.

He was lying in the wicker chair by the window, closed his eyes and raised his mind, not knowing if he was asleep. On the carpet on hand, the thick book is lying on it, the bookmark is slanted, and the half is bare.

Xia Rou rarely has the opportunity to get along with Cao Xiong alone. Occasionally only two people eat together, and the dinner table is quiet.

Cao Xiong will ask her about her study and occasionally praise her for a sentence.

In addition, the two people have nothing to say.

The soft, thick carpet, people walked up, quietly.

Xia Rou stopped in front of Cao Xiong.

The man was lying in the wicker chair, and the sun in the afternoon sun penetrated through the panes and spilled on him, and countless dust floated in the sun.

Xia Roo stared at her mother's man.

He still looks healthy and has deep wrinkles on his skin. Compared to the time when he was still alive, his youthful glow, now he seems to be a lot older.

Xia Rou still remembers how he quickly became old in the next ten years, how to become a real old man who is full of suffocation.

Until she died, she never said a thank you to this man.

Actually, from the age of seven, she started from the rainy night when her mother was weak and went to death. She was sheltered from the wind and rain, and it was this man.

Although she came to Cao's home, she was caring for Cao Yang. But if he did not have a good read, Cao Yang would care who she is?

Her life is because this man is not displaced and has no branches.

But she obviously let him down. So he stopped taking care of her later.

After reborn, Xia Rou recalled many times and felt that he was not qualified to blame anyone. Recalling my own kind, even she felt that she was annoying.

Only Cao Yang, never disliked her, has always tolerated her...

Xiarou sighed and slammed down to pick up the book that was stumbling and gently bookmarked it.

Cao Xiong suddenly opened his eyes.

"Chengdu..." He narrowed his eyes and called her.

Xia Rou looked up and looked at him silently.

After a moment, he sighed and called her: "Xiarou."

She gently replied: "Uncle."

Cao Xiong reopened his eyes.

"Xiarou, read the paragraph to me," he said.

Xia Rou remembered the sun-filled balcony in the apartment. The man in black uniform sat on the wicker chair, holding black tea and releasing the collar. Cheng Hao sat beside him and read to him with her soft voice.

The tone is soothing.

"Yeah." Xiarou should answer.

With her knees close together, she sat on the carpet. In the soft sunshine, read slowly and word by word.

Her voice at this time is much more delicate than in adulthood. And Cheng Yu, there is a big difference. But Cao Xiong listened, but he felt that there was a lot of scent.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Also recalled, the sun-filled balcony, a wicker chair, a soft and sweet woman.

Cao Xiong’s eyes suddenly became wet.

"Uncle..." Xia Luo stared at the page and finally asked, "Why don't you marry my mother?"

Cao Xiong suddenly felt a heartache.

Cheng Hao followed him for eight years, don't want a name?

Do not. She certainly wants to. Of course, I am eager for a formal name. However, she knew that this was something that Cao Xiong refused to give her.

So she was soft and smooth, as he hoped, never asked for it.

But she does not mention it, does not mean that Cao Xiong does not understand.

"As a man, the first thing I have to take care of is my own home." Cao Xiong said.

This answer sounds ruthless. Xia Rou really heard the unspeakable weakness from his voice.

She remembered that he was going to go old quickly, with a white hair...

This mountain-like man, originally... will have his weakness.

"Well..." Xia Rou lowered his head, and a tear drenched the pages of the book.

"She understands." She said, "She never complained about you."

Yes, Xia Rou knows. Because she once asked her mother about the same problem.

Why can't Cao Bobo be her stepfather?

The mother had a moment of sadness, but she still smiled softly.

Because, as a father, he must first protect his own children, she told her.

Xiarou is very yearning for such a father.

Very eager to be his child.

In the sun and the dust, the man she longed for reached out and touched her head.

Gently "hmm".