Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

Before the embarrassment stayed in his mind for more than two seconds, He Qingqi left it behind. Sometimes other people's hints leave an impression in the heart, and they do lead people to think about that.

Just as she once misunderstood that Jiang Zhaonian liked her, Chai Xu spared no effort to make a fuss. But the facts have proved that Jiang Zhaonian is straight and straight, and only admires her by force.

Being alone in the dark, He always likes to remember the past. He Qingqi lay down on the bed with his eyes closed for a while, his mind full of things that he used to go to middle school and high school.

I can't sleep, but the more I close my eyes, the more awake I get.

He Qingqi took a long breath, sat up, and rubbed his hair casually.

I am bored.

He Qingqi thought blankly, suddenly remembering that she still had something to ask Zhuo Zhiwei, so she touched the phone by the pillow, unlocked her fingerprint, and opened the dialog with her.

She pondered for two seconds: "Are you asleep?"

Then he threw the phone aside and fell straight on the mattress.

About half a minute later, there was a faint vibration from the phone.

Zhiwei: No.

Succinct and concise, with a full stop, this is Zhuo Zhiwei's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He Qingqi's eyes lit up suddenly, and his slender fingers flew across the screen: "I'm going to find you?"

Zhiwei: Good.

He Qingqi instantly browsed and joyous, stepped twice on the ground, stepped into the slippers, a gust of wind came out, another gust of wind came in, and ran to the bed to pick up the necessary items.

From the moment when she got her phone back at the end of "Occasionally", she vowed that she would never experience the feeling of being separated from the phone for the third time!

When He Qingqi went out again, Zhuo Zhiwei was already waiting at the door, holding the doorknob, wearing the same pajamas that he wore during the show.

The wide pajamas covered the small ups and downs on her chest, and she walked down the missing line, making her legs long and straight. Fuchsia long hair is casually draped over her shoulders, giving her a different beauty than usual.

He Qingqi looked down, even though he had seen Zhuo Zhiwei countless times, he still stared at her for a few seconds.

"Zhiwei."

Capturing the awe-inspiring in the eyes of the sweetheart, it was as deserted as Zhuo Zhiwei, and he could not help but curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly, a little proud.

Having known each other for nearly four months, He Qingqi has never concealed his preferences, and Zhuo Zhi carefully wrote down one by one in the idea of ​​getting along well with his good friends.

such as.

Poor milk.

It's not a poor breast, it's just that she doesn't like **** that are too visually impactful. Instead, she likes smaller ones, so small...that can be easily grasped by one hand, such as herself.

Now you can add another one, such as Zhuo Zhiwei.

She likes to be thin.

As a result, Zhuo Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves deliberately, and the exposed forearms were skinny unique to young people.

It's just... there is a doubt that gradually arises, why did she write this down in the first place?

Is it possible that in her eyes, a good friend even has to help solve the other party's marital affairs?

Zhuo Zhi tilted his head slightly, his gaze gradually becoming more subtle, shouldn't it... she had already conspired against the person in front of her for a long time.

Her face was stained with meaning, bit by bit spreading behind her ears, orange light flowing on her facial features, like fog, the whole person with a hazy beauty, walking out of the painting.

He Qingqi blinked and saw the painting beauty lowered his eyes and turned sideways. His voice was as cold as ever: "Come in."

Although Zhuo Zhiwei didn't show up on his face, He Qingqi clearly captured the trembling in his voice.

Is it cold?

He Qingqi thought dreamily.

Is the temperature of the air conditioner turned on too low?

Seeing He Qingqi looking at herself suspiciously, Zhuo Zhiwei's figure trembled with fright, almost thinking that she already knew what she liked about her, her throat couldn't help tightening, and the little deer in her heart also began to rampage.

After closing the door, He Qingqi glanced at the air conditioner on the wall, and it turned on at 24 degrees. Was Zhiwei an intolerant physique? He cast a look at Zhuo Zhiwei and motioned to her to pull down her sleeves.

Zhuo Zhi was slightly stunned, standing in place, a little at a loss.

It was okay just now, how come you were suddenly stupid? He Qingqi sighed and looked at her helplessly: "Sleeves."

"Huh?" Zhuo Zhiwei did not react.

"Stop it."

Seeing Zhuo Zhiwei's slow motion, He Qingqi took a long leg and walked to a position only about forty or fifty centimeters away from Zhuo Zhiwei.

One, half a step forward, you have to step into the position of intimate distance.

With a loud thump in his chest, Zhuo Zhiwei thought that the deer had knocked him to death.

Wanting to save its life, he took a step back in a panic, and his voice became louder: "What are you doing!"

His eyes were round and round, and his cold face was somewhat ignorant and confused.

He Qingqi glanced at her helplessly, and had to move forward again, holding the other's thin white arms: "What am I doing?"

"What are you doing, right?" He Qingqi's voice was warm and gentle, and a trace of indulgence and concern could be heard after careful discrimination: "Why do you still pull up your sleeves so high when you feel cold."

Those beautiful and slender fingers fluttered on his sleeves, Zhuo Zhiwei dropped his heart back to his chest, blinked, and cleverly stretched out his arms to let her move, dong dong dong dong...

The little deer suddenly came back to life, just as if he had been on a stimulant, even more reckless and presumptuous than before, just as she was feeling at this time.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly understood why her fans saw her and always liked to say, ah, I'm dead, ah, I'm alive again, does that mean?

Looking at the sweetheart with low eyebrows in front of me, he really looks handsome, with clear mountains and clear water in his eyes, unspeakable concentration.

Zhuo Zhi took a few glances and couldn't help but feel comfortable, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes glanced away.

Such a sincere young man, clean and not stained with dust, with only a pair of clear eyes in the thousands of waters and mountains, Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes could not help but become far-reaching, and he sighed slightly.

I don't know why Miss Fang wanted to hurt this childish and a little overbearing girl. She was so good, so considerate, and so... well-behaved.

But it's okay, otherwise, what else is there for yourself? In that case...I'm afraid that I can't wait to be 20,000 meters away from her.

The irony flashed in Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes, true hypocrisy, Zhuo Zhiwei, who was still right in the day against Fang Xuanyao, how could he wait until the evening to start to laugh at it?

What kind of mother has what kind of daughter, I didn't expect that those people in the past were right.

However, if it is the person in front of her, maybe she can be trusted...I believe her sincerity will not be obliterated, I believe in the shelf life of her love, I believe she knows that she will treat her as always in the future.

Will it?

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't know, but she was willing to gamble everything on her own to ask the result.

Love is supposed to be desperate, isn't it? If you retreat before you start, it's a love.

Zhuo Zhiwei knows that it is still too early to consider this. After all, He Qingqi now only considers her as a friend. At best, the word "friend" is added before the word "good", but if you really do things regardless of the consequences, you should really consider this person. Sincerity.

He Qingqi saw that she was still in a daze, so he had to help her roll up the other sleeve.

"It's not cold anymore." The little lion with black and blue hair curled his eyebrows and smiled at her like a beloved one, but he didn't seem to be arrogant and impatient when facing others.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her in a trance, can she also be regarded as it, and He Qingqi is also special to her?

But... I still feel a little angry when I think of the sleeves I rolled up specially when I saw this person, so I was pushed down by that person indifferently.

Now she is still asking her for credit.

As a result, He Qingqi, who was obediently waiting, saw Zhuo Zhiwei, who had always treated her tenderly and gracefully, rolled his eyes at her with a soulful look.

He Qingqi: "???"

"Can't you sleep?"

Zhuo Zhiwei walked to the bed and sat down, looking up at He Qingqi with a touch of concern in his cold eyes.

Inexplicably, He Qingqi’s heartbeat beats more quietly, blinked, sat next to her, sighed, and his eyes gradually became farther away, and honestly answered: "Yes, it feels so strange, it seems that We only participated in the occasion yesterday, why did it suddenly end?"

"Suddenly there is nothing to do. I used to be so fulfilling every day before, and suddenly I feel...empty and a little...uncomfortable when I relax."

He Qingqi frowned, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were puzzled. It seemed to be something unbelievable: "It seems that when we participate in puppet time, we don't expect to end it soon. We often stay in the dormitory. Wailing."

He Qingqi suddenly raised his voice, a little sharp: "Let me go out!"

"It's like this." She shook her head mockingly, leaning her hands on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs twice, looking sideways at Zhuo Zhiwei's white face: "I wanted to go home so much before, but now I go home, but again. I miss the life inside. Zhiwei, you know, it's like... the feeling when I graduated from middle and high school."

junior high.

Hearing this word, Zhuo Zhi was stunned for a while, as if being taken into some long-lasting memories, those memories were dusty and rotted in the corner, but they still looked like bone-attached maggots that couldn’t get rid of, and were left in her body. In my heart... the light in my eyes gradually faded.

She turned her head to meet He Qingqi's clear eyes, curving the corners of her lips: "I don't know, Qingqi."

She answered like this.

There was no smile in his eyes, but like a bottomless ice spring.

As early as when he realized that He Qingqi had moved about something that he shouldn't have, Zhuo Zhiwei was determined to tell He Qingqi about her rotten past.

If He Qingqi can't accept it, then she will die of this heart. Just now He Qingqi is here, and it is better to hit the sun if you choose another day.

He Qingqi shuddered coldly and was stunned. The sixth sense told her that what Zhuo Zhiwei wanted to tell her was the purpose of her trip, but when he saw this person's look, he regretted it.

In fact, she didn't have to know. If she said this, she would rather reveal the rotten flesh and blood covered by Zhuo Zhiwei, then she would rather not know it for the rest of her life.

But Zhuo Zhiwei seemed determined to tell her.

"My junior high school is different from ordinary people. It brings me no laughter or memories worth remembering, only pain, suffering, cold violence for three years."

He Qingqi suddenly widened his eyes, raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Zhiwei, unbelievable, is that what she meant?

"And in my high school, I went to study in the high school farthest from the original junior high school in our city. I naively thought that it would be a new beginning, but unexpectedly, she still didn't want to let me go, like a maggot attached to her bones. Said she would never let me go forever."

He Qingqi didn't know who she was, but only vaguely heard that it was the person who caused Zhuo Zhiwei to encounter campus violence. He could not help but clenched his fists, wishing that "she" appeared in front of her immediately.

In the face of school violence, she has only used one method.

"I don't know what I did wrong, and I don't understand why it was clearly mine... My mother and her father did something wrong, but asked me to bear the consequences. I never hated them more than then. "

Zhuo Zhiwei's voice would fluctuate with memories at first, but later it became calmer, and in the end it seemed to be talking about something that couldn't be more ordinary.

But later, He Qingqi was more frightened. He didn't break out in silence, but perished in silence. This calmness was far more terrifying than an outburst. He Qingqi would rather Zhuo Zhiwei cry for a while, that way, at least She is there, isn't it?

She was a little scared, worried that Zhuo Zhiwei would really be lost in memory. Although there were only a few words, she could feel the painful struggle of those three years, no, the six years from Zhuo Zhiwei's peace.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Zhuo Zhiwei into her arms.

The voice trembled: "Stop talking."

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