Chapter 1 The heart is far away

The noon sun was very big and poisonous. The clear river water was steamed with smoke visible to the naked eye. On the shrugged willow trees by the embankment of the river, there was a silent cry, which increased the irritability in people's hearts...

Several middle-aged women in fashionable bodybuilding pants and two idle men sat in the shade of the tree and talked about their parents. There were people talking about the death of Huang Jiaju and the incident of the Galaxy.

This is summer, the summer of 1993.

Twelve-year-old Meng Zhe, who was sweating, clenched the picture book in his right hand and ran through the back of the chatty crowd. When he ran to a river bay, Meng Zhe suddenly suppressed himself from making a heavy gasp and began to creep forward slowly.

Following Meng Zhe's line of sight, you can see a girl half squatting on a ponytail, wearing a white over-the-knee pleated skirt and holding her knees on the river embankment about three meters away.

The girl is not old, and her body has not yet grown up, but she looks like a beautiful embryo, and her eyebrows can be painted.

"Wei Wei, your sister Xi Yao really looks the same as you. Don't worry, she won't die this time, and you won't feel guilty for the rest of your life. Looking at the beautiful girl, Meng Zhe said to himself in his heart.

The girl didn't notice Meng Zhe's approach. She was still lowering her head and twitching her shoulders. Her tears were like broken pearls, sliding down from her eyes, and her beautiful big eyes were slightly red and swollen.

"My sister is a bad guy. I didn't beat the vase! My mother also wronged me..."

After saying this to herself, the girl slowly stood up, took out a small handkerchief and wiped her face carefully, and made an intention to jump to the spring.

Meng Zhe, who crept close, was shocked. A tiger jumped out, hugged the girl and shouted, "Jiang Xiyao, you can't jump!"

The girl, who was called Jiang Xiyao by Meng Zhe, was shocked and struggled instinctively. She twisted her body and pushed Meng Zhe's chin back with her right hand, and her cheeks were red with a panicked voice: "You, you, what are you going to do? Let go of them..."

Jiang Xiyao is really confused, because she doesn't know the boy who suddenly appeared at all. Why does he know that my name is Jiang Xiyao? It's so strange.

Since she was sensible, Jiang Xiyao has never been hugged like this by a man other than her father. The smell that only comes from the boy makes Jiang Xiyao, who is already ignorant of the difference between men and women, feel that her body seems to have become so strange and strange...

Thinking of Jiang Xiyao like this, Jiang Xiyao completely forgot the sad things just now. Her little face turned even more red and she struggled more fiercely.

The embankment was not wide, and the general could stand three people side by side. Under Jiang Xiyao's fierce struggle, she and Meng Zhe were soon entangled and staggered from the embankment.

"Oops! Huh? Why doesn't it hurt at all?"

When she fell down, Jiang Xiyao screamed, but after a cry, she suddenly felt strange. The embankment was deep enough outside and a large vegetable field inside.

Even if you fall down, it will hurt in the vegetable field in the river embankment. Why is it so soft that it doesn't hurt at all?

"Jiang, Jiang Xiyao... Can you get up from me first?"

Just when Jiang Xiyao was extremely confused, the soft 'veal field' under her suddenly moved, and then a weak voice came out.

Jiang Xiyao followed the voice and looked down. Finally, she found that the boy who suddenly came out and hugged him was lying on the ground with his back. Her little buttocks pressed straight on the boy's chest. The boy's eyes were very strange.

If Jiang Xiyao is wearing trousers, then this posture is not very important, but the problem now is that Jiang Xiyao is wearing a skirt. Because she fell off the river embankment, the skirt has been rolled up on her slender waist...

"Ah! Don't watch!!!"

Jiang Xiyao finally figured out why the boy's eyes were so strange. The huge sense of shame made her clamp her legs without hesitation, and hurriedly tried to pull the skirt down to cover up the pure white trousers under the skirt.

"I didn't see it, I really didn't see it! Don't worry, I didn't see anything!"

Meng Zhe quickly closed his eyes and said something that he didn't even believe - how could he not see anything?

Even, Meng Zhe found that a part of his body uncontrollably raised his head and straightened his chest... Damn, now that this body is only 12 years old, how can it be so easily hooked?

Meng Zhe, who closed his eyes tightly, felt Jiang Xiyao's soft little fart. After leaving his chest, he quickly opened his eyes.

"Jiang Xiyao, you won't think about jumping into the river anymore, will you?" Although in theory, if the person who commits suicide is stopped, he will generally not look for life again, Meng Zhe is still afraid that Jiang Xiyao will be unable to think about it again.

After all, Jiang Weiyu, who married her ten years later, has indeed lost her twin sister forever. Otherwise, how could Meng Zhe have a clear goal and find this place along the river embankment?

When asking questions, Meng Zhe held Jiang Xiyao's wrist tightly just in case.

Our sister-in-law's skin seems to be softer and smoother than his wife's, Meng Zhe thought to himself.

"Who...who wants to commit suicide? Let go of it! What should I do if I am seen by others?!" Jiang Xiyao struggled hard twice, but she couldn't break away from Meng Zhe's palm, and even her neck turned red with shame.

This is 1993, in 1993, when boys and girls accidentally touch their fingers, they will blush for most of the day.

Jiang Xiyao looked at Meng Zhe with hatred. She felt that she was about to hate this boy in a loose sea soul shirt. What a hooligan! Not only did he forcibly hug him, but he also saw mine just now... Now he grabbed him and didn't let go... Jiang Xiyao struggled even more fiercely.

"You really don't want to jump into the river to commit suicide? You just stood up crying, obviously you just want to jump into the river, right? Meng Zhe, who had the soul of an adult man in his body, did not realize what Jiang Xiyao was thinking at all. He just glanced at Jiang Xiyao suspiciously.

"The ghost wants to jump into the river to commit suicide! They just planned to tidy up their clothes and went home! As a result, you flow, flow... hum! Suddenly, he jumped out and hugged him, and threw him off the embankment!" Jiang Xiyao bit her back teeth and said this. A good tutor made her not have the nerve to say the word 'hooligan' after all.

Meng Zhe was stunned. He was surprised that Jiang Xiyao had no idea of committing suicide, and he was even more surprised by his sister-in-law's ability to rake.

"Hey, sister-in-law, why do you bite Lv Dongbin? I'll put up with it if I don't know the hearts of good people. What made me throw you off the embankment? It's clear that you fell down by yourself, right? And he also used me, a good person, as a cushion! My buttocks almost fell into eight petals just now!"

Meng Zhe was very dissatisfied. He felt that he was very wronged. Why did he suffer? Is it possible that because of my rebirth, the butterfly effect has appeared on the wings? Will Jiang Xiyao, her sister-in-law, commit suicide by throwing herself into the river?

"Ah! Don't talk about ass!!!" Meng Zhe didn't mention her buttocks. As soon as she mentioned her buttocks, Jiang Xiyao immediately remembered that she was sitting on Meng Zhe's chest just now, and the scenery under her skirt was seen at all over. She immediately stared at her big eyes and fell into a state of madness. She didn't even notice that Meng Zhe accidentally called her 'sister-in-law'.

"If you don't say it, won't you say it?" Meng Zhe hurriedly let go when he saw that it was not good, and even said according to Jiang Xiyao's meaning. When he spoke, he muttered in his heart: Why does this sister-in-law have the same problem with her sister Jiang Weiyu? Fortunately, we know how to coax...

After Meng Zhe swore to the right medicine, Jiang Xiyao finally slowly calmed down, although her cheeks were still red.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know my name? Jiang Xiyao, who calmed down, finally remembered that she didn't know Meng Zhe's name. After a moment of hesitation, she chose to ask.

My mother said that whether you love or hate a person, you must know his name first.

Jiang Xiyao bit her milky white teeth and looked at Meng Zhe with bad eyes. She has successfully remembered Meng Zhe's appearance characteristics: pot shovel head, a little tanned skin, a small scar in the middle of the forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes...

"For the first time, my name is Meng Zhe. It's your sister's..." Meng Zhe replied with a smile, but he suddenly stopped half of his words, because he suddenly remembered that he was not Jiang Wei's husband now. No, he didn't even know Jiang Weiyu now.

"What is my sister's? Do you know my sister?

Jiang Xiyao looked at Meng Zhe suspiciously. It doesn't make sense. I'm with my sister every day. How can I not know the people my sister knows?

Liar, this guy named Meng Zhe must be a big liar!

After labeling Meng Zhe as a big liar, Jiang Xiyao decided to expose Meng Zhe's lie, so she asked a question: "You said you know my sister, so what do you think my sister's name is?"

After listening to Jiang Xiyao's question, Meng Zhe smiled gently. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and then said slowly in an extremely nostalgic tone.

"Your sister? Oh, she... her name is Jiang Weiyu, and her nickname is Yu'er, right?

Meng Zhe opened his eyes and saw Jiang Xiyao's shocked face, but Meng Zhe's heart was full of bitter memories, because he didn't tell Jiang Xiyao one more thing: on the sunny afternoon nineteen years later, Meng Zhe regarded him as a treasure... with guilt for his sister's death and deep feelings for Meng Zhe. Love, slowly and forever closed my eyes.

"In order to express my apologies, let me show you this." Before Jiang Xiyao reacted, Meng Zhe bent down to pick up the art book he brought next to him, and then handed it over to Jiang Xiyao.

Jiang Xiyao took it suspiciously. Looking curiously through the first page of the art book, she saw that the art book was vertically divided into twelve grids, each of which drew some comics with pencils, with names on the top.

"Panda hand, hand, handbook? What is this?" Jiang Xiyao almost didn't recognize the last word. Looking at the next grid along the name, her eyes could no longer be taken back.

Funny panda, funny four-panel comics!

Is it wrong? How can this boy named Meng Zhe know that I like reading comics very much? And... Did he draw this "Panda Notebook"?

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