Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

I came to his house again, and the furnishings in his house were still the same.

Two bedrooms, two living rooms and one bathroom.

There were two rooms, one was covered in dust, and the other was his.

Before, Cheng Ying hid very well and his room was always locked, so she had never entered his room.

This time he took the initiative to open the door, but instead of walking in directly, he held her with her back facing the room.

He hesitated. He vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said that she didn't like striped things, but his room...

[Xiao Jing, how about... you wait in the living room, I...]

His lips moved up and down, and he was halfway through lip reading when he remembered those spare items. It seemed that... they were all striped, so it seemed that it didn't matter whether he changed them or not.

"Is there a woman hiding in the room?" His hesitant attitude made her look sideways.

Cheng Ying immediately shook his head to prove his innocence.

Apart from his brothers, she was the only woman who had come here. Even Yiling only stood at the door a few times and then left.

"That's all, go in, I'm tired."

[…Then be mentally prepared.]

The moment Jingzhi understood his lip movements, her heart skipped a beat, and she even thought that he had hidden a corpse in the room.

"……it is good."

He held her and turned around, pushing the door open with his foot.

Jingzhi felt that she had not done enough mental preparation.

She asked, "Don't you usually walk around the room without dazzling your eyes?"

The floor is decorated with black and white checkered tiles, and the bed is covered with a familiar zebra print duvet cover.

Even the curtains are vertically striped in white and gray, and the main effect is that it makes people dizzy wherever they look.

This is not the most explosive thing.

There is a bookshelf next to the bed, with black and white books placed on it in a very regular pattern.

There are five rows in total. From a distance, those notebooks look like large barcodes, which is very shocking.

【good. 】

Seeing her looking through the bookshelf, Cheng Ying carried her to the bed, put her down, turned around and took out a book for her.

[These are the things I've said since I was a child, all stored here.]

She exclaimed wow,

"You seem to be a quiet person, but the words you've accumulated over the past thirty years are quite a lot."

Cheng Ying didn't know what to answer her. After touching the side of her face, he went to the bathroom to run a bath for her.

There is a bookshelf next to the bed.

She read one book after another, and the date was always rigidly recorded on the first page.

From awkward and crooked handwriting to neat and square handwriting, and then to his own unique and increasingly sharp handwriting, we can see the change in his character.

And his tone.

From trying to please others to being very frugal with his words, the closer the date on the notebook, the fewer words he wrote and the fewer the words.

Now, he can make his younger brothers understand what he means with just a few taps.

Jingzhi couldn't imagine how difficult this process was.

On the bottom shelf, there was a familiar book lying awkwardly sideways.

Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat, he bent down, stretched out his hand and took it.

It was the brown notebook she gave him, so how could it be here?

She frowned and glanced through a few pages.

What he usually said was correct.

Now that time has turned back, shouldn't this thing still be with her?

Jingzhi was puzzled.

My fingers stroked the side of the notebook, and suddenly I felt a thin brown line.

It was the thin string on the notebook, which was originally used as a bookmark, but she had clearly turned to a blank page, so why was the string tucked back?

She turned the book upside down, inserted her fingertips into the tucked page, and gently spread it open.

Cheng Ying's long-buried thoughts from his previous life were suddenly revealed before her.

November 10, 29 p.m.

That was the first time I met you.

I should say that the first things I saw were the clothes you sent me and the sticky note.

Honestly, after reading that sticky note, I wanted to shoot you.

You are smart enough to leave first.

Yiling has been in a bad mood recently. I always feel like there seems to be a problem between her and Brother Wei.

……

I went to see Yiling in the middle of the night, and you were here again.

I recognized you just by your pinky ring.

To be honest, if I hadn't been on guard against the police upstairs, I would have shot you.

No one has ever dared to speak to me like that.

The fat man said you are beautiful.

I don’t have time to look at how beautiful you are, I also want to slap him.

You are quite bold. I will take your "biu" as a provocation.

……

When you said you wanted to be friends with me, I was actually stunned for several seconds.

Growing up, no one wanted to be friends with me.

I am a mute, lonely, gloomy and unsociable person.

When I was in the welfare home, other children stayed away from me. After I entered society, only Brother Wei was willing to accept me.

You are the first one to take the initiative to tell me that you want to be friends with me.

Forget it, I'll spare your life.

……

Jingzhi touched her cold neck, raised her eyelids and took a cool look at the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

This brat wanted to kill her on the first day, huh!

The bathroom door clicked open.

The warm mist instantly spread outside the house.

Under the orange light, Cheng Ying rolled up his trouser legs above his ankles, and rolled up his suit jacket and shirt sleeves to his wrists.

The look he gave her was full of tenderness, his eyelashes drooping obediently, forcing the rage that was about to erupt back into her chest, unable to vent it smoothly.

She chuckled and waved the notebook in her hand, "Now that we have a bath for fun, you'd better not come in, or I'll whip you to death."

Cheng Ying: (′?_?`)

Someone come and tell him, he was only in there for five minutes, what happened?

Eh——?! That’s not right!!

That book! She can’t read it!!!