chapter 41 withers, burns life

Good man, it's a good time to save your life.

I looked at my aunt and his husband with a guilty heart. They should have heard the cry of acne and looked at me thoughtfully and didn't say much. I understand. This is the calm before the storm. When I get home, I may ask me something.

That meal made me extremely sad. Not to mention the big table, the acne face seemed to be a big beam with me. The dish I could easily touch was my favorite. As soon as it turned to me, it was turned away by his rough hand. God knew how much I wanted to lift the table.

The upstart came to talk about business with my uncle. Eating is only symbolic, but it bothers us. In private, Xiao Yi and I don't know how many eyes we exchanged, which was unspeakable.

In the end, we reached a unified consensus and went out to smoke a cigarette to mediate the atmosphere before coming in.

As soon as we stood up and said we were going to the toilet, our little uncle frowned, "Go one by one, Xiao Li, go first." Zhang Xunyi, wait a minute!" Xiaoyi had no choice but to sit back.

I know that the image of Xiaoyi deserter has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. My little brother-in-law must be afraid that we will run away while going to the toilet. If we run away now, it will be even more difficult for him to catch us back again. This move was really cruel. I took a deep look with tears and said goodbye to the strong man.

I suddenly had an idea, "I don't know where the toilet is..."

"I'll go with you." Jian Shuo didn't know what kind of crazy he smoked, and the guy who didn't know the market stood up.

I saw Xiao Yi staring at him and almost staring out his eyes.

Goodbye, brother, sister, I'll go first.

Out of the private room door, I still implement the policy of always opposing foreign worship, which is far away from Jian Shuo. He is still a gentleman. He should be afraid of the awkward atmosphere and keep looking for words.

"What's your name? Your name is Zheng Ai Li, right? I heard that you also draw oil paintings? In fact, I also like to draw oil paintings, but they are not very good. I think Baijing is good. Although I have been abroad for so many years, I still think Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and traditional Chinese painting is the most beautiful. We can talk about it when we have time. Painting in China and foreign countries is very popular. Don't look at it. Nowadays, foreigners also advocate Chinese culture. They think oil painting..."

I stopped and looked back at his face carefully. At that moment, I almost saw that Li Luo was intertwined on his outline, which was very clear and unusual. I feel that I can't separate who is who.

I really don't let myself go, because even when he talks about his nagging about what he likes, how can he be the same as Li Luo.

Why on earth? If it were my prince this time, would he still recognize the wrong person?

However, I can't control it. I admit that I have fallen in this trap once, twice, three times, five times, countless times, but I will still jump down. Just like a habit, it is difficult to change.

"Jianshuo, do you have a girlfriend?" I looked up at his eyes and asked seriously.

He hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and then said, "But I have a boyfriend."

I laugh.

He also smiled, "I'm bisexual."

I shook my hair and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I thought you were just gay? I admit that I just had a vision. A second ago, I was still holding a trace of fantasy.

"You are very good." He patted me on the head, like my brother's to my sister, and he felt the warmth of the times. "I'll think about it."

I dodged his hand, "No, you don't have to think about it. No, no, no, please don't think about me. I'm a traditional Chinese girl, and I'm not open enough to accept the one you know.

He continued to laugh, and his harmless smile was shallow and harmless. In the first few minutes, I would have felt that those smiles would penetrate into my heart and sneak into my soul, but now he laughs at me and has no feeling other than to associate him as a kind of nausea.

"I'm Gong." He said.

My God, children who come back from abroad are different. They can be so proud of this kind of thing. It's just an attack. If it's suffering, he should be a sissy and won't hold the momentum so steady at all. Most of the goods have come out of the closet, and the courage is commendable.

"No, no, no, Jian Shuo, you don't understand what I mean. That's who I am. I can't tell. I'm going to the bathroom. Do you have any cigarettes? I'm too lazy to talk to him more. Talking too much is a waste of saliva and worthless.

He shook his head, "My cigarettes are all foreign trade cigarettes. The tar is heavy, and you can't get used to it. However, I have Hi Loin. Do you want it? I know you skate." With that, he took out a small kraft paper bag from his pocket, which was square and very flat.

I almost fainted. He knows that I eat candy, which is amazing. Also, isn't this guy too talented? Hi-Louin dares to put this thing on his body casually, and he weighs so much that he doesn't know whether the purity is high or not. Has he just returned to China and still doesn't know what kind of market our China is now?

I still remember that Su Su rode their little motorcycle a few months ago, like a Flying Woman, with K fans on her body at that time. As a result, the motorcycle drove too fast and was caught by the traffic police, suspecting that she was something. As soon as I searched, K fans found it. After being locked up in the detention center for a few days, the motorcycle K fans were also confiscated, and the family took more than 10,000 yuan to get the person out. When she came out, I went to pick her up, but I couldn't even cry and shouted that I would never dare to do it again. It is said that it is locked in the small dark room inside, and the policeman will let her provide her source of goods or something. Fortunately, Su Su clenched her teeth and stayed together to the end. If she really provided the supply of goods, I guess a group of us are now avoiding the pursuit and revenge of those drugmakers. It was because of this that her father changed her to a QQ flying car with a small four-wheel. Small K fans can toss such a big thing out. If Hi-Louin is caught, I don't think it will be much more serious.

I tilted my head and looked at him.

"Didn't Su Su play with that thing? She said that you often play together. He probably understood my eyes and scratched his head to explain.

I don't want to say anything to him. I just do these words occasionally. Now I just want to stay away from this big drug lord, so as not to affect the fish pond.

I waved my hand and said, "Well, well, I'm going to the bathroom. I really don't have any words with you."

Finally, I walked over and patted him on the shoulder and couldn't help but want to hit him. "You really just came back from abroad. No wonder you are so rustic. Who is still playing with Hai Luoyin these days?"

After dinner, I said goodbye to the Jane brothers and followed my aunt back to their house. Of course, I'm just fighting a guerrilla war. My uncle will slip back by himself as soon as he goes to work tomorrow. As for Xiao Yi, my sister really can't help him. He said something wrong, and the Jade Emperor couldn't save him.

I went back and took a shower. I lay down and watched TV with Xiaoyi. He stayed in his room and was bored, so he came to drink and play with me. It's a very popular blind date program. Whoever holds hands successfully, and whoever has the lamp has all been extinguished. While we were watching, we ate watermelon and gossiped. What? The male guest was so handsome and rich. Hey, Xiaoyi, what do you think of your sister? If my sister goes up, I'm afraid nine out of ten men will choose me to be a girl, right? I can't help it. The appearance and temperament are here, and I don't want to, haha...

Xiao Yi is, hey, I think that 13 is very good. Sister, do you look like Fan Bingbing? Ah, you don't think so. Yes, she is not as beautiful as Fan Bingbing. She is you. How many people in the world are more beautiful than Fan Bingbing? Oh, she turned off the lamp again! This girl is so anxious. Is she looking for that kind of one? Really, you said, young master, if I go up, I will probably have twenty-four lights on in the end! Look at which of those male guests are as handsome and young as I am. Really, tsk tsk tsk.

Suddenly, a faint face floated at the door, and he put on a mask to scare us like a ghost. "Zheng Ae Li, Zhang Xunyi, turn down your voice a little! I can hear you two noise upstairs!"

When we turn down our voices, there is no atmosphere. After nibbling on the watermelon, I just lie down and chat.

"Sister, do you think some girls are born to hate the world?" He glanced at the star chandelier on the ceiling and suddenly asked inexplicably.

I put my hands behind my head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling with him. The dark blue chandelier is in the shape of a big star, with many small stars hanging on it, with different lengths, emitting a faint blue light, which is very suitable for sleeping. I still remember that Xiaoyi chose this lamp for me when my aunt bought a house for decoration. At that time, he was only ten years old, and he didn't leave when he saw this lamp in IKEA. Pointing to it, mom and sister like stars. Buy this lamp and put it in the room. Later, the lamp really entered this room. I really like stars, too. Sometimes I feel that I have failed to be a sister. Xiaoyi can carefully observe my every move, know what I like to eat, what I like to wear, what type of boy I like, and even remind me not to eat spicy, sour and cold food when my period comes every month. But I, when he is so old, I really don't know what he particularly likes. He has always played the role of brother. I don't say anything about where I want to go, following my will. When I was the saddest, the saddest and the most helpless, the boy was also around, and I felt very good.

But Xiaoyi's feelings, but I often neglect it. On the surface, it is said that I want to have fun for a while, but in fact, I know that I live alone and want to stay with me, this child...

"Are you talking about your sister and me?"

Xiaoyi gently dozed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. I was wondering if there was a gust of wind somewhere, and even the lines of the outline of his cheeks were about to be blurred. The intersection of light and the line forms a surface, which has become a picture of the passage of time. Little by little, there can't be any waves in the occasion of the years.

I think I will remember his face when he was young, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, fifty years, a lifetime...