Chapter 117 Don't want to be alone

Fortunately, Lin Huazhi Station is relatively remote, and no one will pay special attention to this corner.

After a long time, Lin Huazhi moved and gently broke away from his arms behind him.

Looking back, when Zhang Ziqing's figure fell into her eyes, the pain in her heart became more and more obvious.

I haven't seen it for a few months. Zhang Ziqing has lost weight, and there is obvious blood in the bottom of her eyes. There is a black-blue stubble on her originally clean face, which looks melancholy and scribbled.

In my impression, Zhang Ziqing often smiles at the corners of her eyebrows and mouth. Every time she sees such a smile, she will feel that the world is beautiful. At this time, although Zhang Ziqing still had a faint smile on his face, it was obvious that he was no longer as clean and innocent as before.

seemed to understand the sadness and pain in his heart. Lin Huazhi couldn't say anything comforting, but reached out and held his hand tightly.

She understands him, and she knows that she understands all his feelings. The bottom of her eyes slowly became wet, and Lin Huazhi squeezed her mouth tightly, not wanting Zhang Ziqing to see her sadness.

"Huazhi, I miss you so much." Zhang Ziqing looked at her for a long time, and then hugged Lin Huazhi again.

No matter what bad intentions he is and what is not polite, she was repeatedly reminded by Lin Huazhi in her heart before. Now she can't take care of anything. She only knows that the man in front of her needs comfort, but she can do it very little.

When Zhang Ziqing let go of his hand again, Lin Huazhi wiped the corners of his eyes without a trace: "Is it the second young master who told you that I'm here?" Except for Zhang Ziwei, Lin Huazhi really didn't expect anyone else to tell her about Zhang's family.

Zhang Ziqing nodded, and then pulled Lin Huazhi out of Zhang Qinglan's yard without saying a word and walked all the way south.

Everyone who sees them on the road is full of expressions - surprise.

The undisguised shock and curiosity on those people's faces did not affect Lin Huazhi. She silently let Zhang Ziqing hold her and gently clasped his fingers with her back hand. His palms were still so warm.

Finally, Zhang Ziqing took her to a yard. Lin Huazhi noticed that the area around the yard was very quiet, and basically no one would come. This small courtyard should be the south courtyard mentioned by Zhang Ziwei.

The south courtyard is not big. In the small courtyard, there is a small corner pavilion on the east wall. Below is a pool of water, and fish can even be seen swimming on the shallow water.

Zhang Ziqing pulled her into the room before letting go.

Looking around, Lin Huazhi asked curiously, "Is this your bedroom?" There is basically nothing in the room. When there is an Eight Immortal Table at the door, there is a screen and a hanger on the side. Opposite the hanger is a mahogany carved bed with a double-mantle. ** brocade is messed up by jade pillows, as if someone has just got up and hasn't come to clean it up.

Zhang Ziqing hummed and said in a hoarse voice, "I've been sleeping here recently."

Hearing that it was Zhang Zi's bedroom, Lin Huazhi was uncomfortable. No matter how good the relationship with Zhang Ziqing was, she was not good enough to enter and exit a big man's bedroom at will.

"How is the old man's health? Can I go to see him?" Lin Huazhi looked at the bed again. Somehow, she suddenly felt blushing and embarrassed.

"Flower branches." Zhang Ziqing called her.

Lin Huazhi looked up at him. At this time, Zhang Ziqing was fragile and tired in her eyes. She couldn't help touching his face. She had a lot to say in her heart, but she didn't know why she couldn't say a word.

Zhang Ziqing slowly lowered his head on her shoulder and couldn't help calling her name. Over and over again, like a child, looking for comfort.

Lin Huazhi raised her hand and hugged Zhang Ziqing. If she could, she hoped that he would be a little warm.

Zhang Ziqing's gentle breathing hit her neck, warm and slightly itchy. Lin Huazhi gently patted him on the back. After a long time, she whispered two words in his ear: "Don't be afraid."

- Don't be afraid, I'm here.

- Don't be afraid, you will be hurt.

- Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

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After hearing the news, Zhang Erbao hurried to the south courtyard. When he entered the door, he saw Lin Huazhi holding Zhang Ziqing in his arms, and Zhang Ziqing's hands were ringed on Lin Huazhi's waist, which looked as close as he was. But for some reason, Zhang Erbao suddenly had the impulse to cry. He saw Lin Huazhi turn his head and look at him with a soft gesture.

Zhang Ziqing fell asleep.

I don't know when Zhang Ziqing fell asleep with Lin Huazhi.

Zhang Erbao is heartbroken for his young master. He has seen everything that has happened in Zhang's house in the past few months. His young master was really just a child. After the accident, he wrote all the sadness on his face, but silently endured the sadness alone like an adult.

Zhang Erbao thought that no one knew better than him what Zhang Ziqing had experienced in the past few months.

Maybe from the day the old man fell down, Zhang Ziqing grew up overnight.

Do you want to grow up? Zhang Erbao doesn't know what others think. In his opinion, it's not good to grow up. From the bottom of his heart, he still hopes that his young master will always be as carefree and happy as before.

Therefore, when he saw Zhang Ziqing quietly leaning down on Lin Huazhi, Zhang Erbao suddenly felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart.

However, I didn't expect Lin Huazhi to come.

She is coming.

Zhang Erbao took a long breath and whispered, "Sister Huazhi, the old man is awake. Go and have a look."

Lin Huazhi gently nodded her head, knowing that it was not good to wake up Zhang Ziqing at this time, but she still gently called him twice: "Ziqing, wake up, wake up quickly." Lin Huazhi didn't know how Zhang Ziqing had survived in recent months, but when she heard his heavy breathing and frowned tightly even if he fell asleep, she knew that Zhang Ziqing must not have slept well in recent times.

Suddenly, Lin Huazhi heard Zhang Ziqing mutter, "Huazhi, don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."

Tears in Lin Huazhi's eyes finally flowed down.

She seemed to see that when she was eight years old, Chen Suyue stood in front of her mother's bed and couldn't help crying: "Mom, don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."

In fact, we don't want to be alone.

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Poor Zhang Xiaoxiao.