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"I want to go home with Maomao..."

Shi Jinzhi tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, his eyes were dim with tears, and his cheeks stained with alcohol were blushing.

Qiao Lu: "..."

Fu Baiqiu pursed his lips tightly, frowned imperceptibly, bent down slightly, and put his hands on her armpits: "Let's go."

Qiao Lu let go, and Shi Jinzhi staggered and fell into Fu Baiqiu's embrace with her limp body, her arms naturally wrapped around her shoulders and neck, and all her breath flowed into her long black hair, smelling of alcohol and smelling alluring , intertwined and lingering.

"Maomao, go home." Her face was buried in her hair, and a drop of crystal slipped quietly from the corner of her eyes.

Fu Baiqiu blinked, with intense bitterness in his heart, he didn't respond, he just thanked Qiao Lu, then took her arms and walked into the gate.

It was cold and dewy at night, but Shi Jinzhi's body temperature was frighteningly high, and the breath he exhaled was hot. Fu Baiqiu was worried that she would catch a cold, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

After entering the house, Pudding ran over with four short legs, and Fu Baiqiu couldn't stand still and almost stepped on it. Fortunately, there was a wall next to her. She supported it with her hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Meow..."

Fu Baiqiu put Shi Jinzhi on the sofa, bent down to pick up the pudding and put it into the cat's litter, and stroked its little furry head: "It's time for sleep."

In her lifetime, she said the refrain again to a milk cat.

The pudding "meowed" and lay down obediently. Fu Baiqiu smiled gratifiedly, got up and went into the kitchen, and when she came out with warm water, she saw the naughty little guy squatting at Shi Jinzhi's feet, carrying two powders. Tender little paws scratched her pant legs.

"..." She really misjudged the cat, so bad.

Shi Jinzhi tilted his head, with tears in the corners of his eyes still wet, curled up and curled up at the end of the sofa, as fragile as an abandoned puppy.Fu Baiqiu gently embraced her shoulders, brought the water glass to her lips, and said in a coaxing voice, "Drink some water."

Shi Jinzhi opened his mouth obediently, gulped down a glass of water, his dry lips were slightly moist with water stains, and the smell of alcohol was still red.

"anything else?"

She shook her head.

Fu Baiqiu changed hands and put the cup on the tea table. Shi Jinzhi half-opened his eyes, thinking she was going to leave, and suddenly rushed over and grabbed her neck: "Maomao, don't go."

"..."

Fu Baiqiu's heart trembled as the warm, slightly intoxicated breath tightly entwined. He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull it off. After a short movement, Shi Jinzhi suddenly sobbed in a low voice, shouting indistinctly. Nickname: "Maomao...don't want me..."

Her body was very hot, and the strong smell of alcohol entered her nostrils along with her breath, as if she was also intoxicated.

Don't want her?

Who does not want who?

Who left who?

Fu Baiqiu bit his lower lip tightly, the resentment and anger that had been buried for seven years surged in his heart, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

In fact, I have always cared and brooded, haven't I?Back then it was broken so crisply, so unclearly, like a stone stuck in the throat, a thorn stuck in the heart, and cotton stuck deep in the lung duct, unable to go up or down, staying stiffly at the gate of life to respond she.

If he was really chic, Shi Jinzhi would not have been allowed to enter the community at all.

At that moment, she didn't have the courage to ask why, why she left when she was the saddest and most helpless.

Fu Baiqiu's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, his nails sank deep into the flesh of the palm, and his emotions gradually cracked.

The phone rang suddenly, it wasn't his own.

"Telephone."

"Hmm." Shi Jinzhi sank his head into her arms, "Maomao help me hold it."

Fu Baiqiu suppressed his anger, and stretched his hand into her pocket. At that moment, he suddenly had the illusion of returning to the age of 17-when the weather was cold, Shi Jinzhi liked to sit on her lap and pinch her ears. Braid her hair, and then the two of them shoved their hands into each other's pockets and tickled through the lining.

Every time Shi Jinzhi begs for mercy first, because he is afraid of ticklish.

"Your brother's phone, take it yourself." Fu Baiqiu glanced at the incoming call and handed her the phone.

Shi Jinzhi lazily raised his eyelids, took it with his left hand, and carefully wrapped his right hand around her neck, as if afraid that she would run away.

"Brother...it's okay, I drank some wine...oh, I didn't hear Jingyin...at the place where I live...well, it's okay, I'm going to take a shower, bye." Shi Jinzhi replied in a daze, his voice hoarse The low, scorching breath penetrated through the gaps in the hair and gently brushed the fine hairs on the skin.

Fu Baiqiu held back his trembling, and frowned: "It seems that you are quite sober."

"Well, Momo."

"I'm going to sleep, let go."

"No." Shi Jinzhi threw away the phone, clinging to her even tighter.

"I count to three."

"One, two, three." Shi Koala Jinzhi consciously finished counting for her, "I won't let go."

Fu Baiqiu's eyes were stained with anger, he grabbed her arm and shook it vigorously, got up and took two steps back: "Shi Jinzhi, do you have any interest in pretending to be crazy?"

In the past, Shi Jinzhi was a good girl, she never smoked or drank, her alcohol capacity was extremely poor, her face would turn red after a glass of beer, so she was never drunk, she regretted not asking Qiao Lu just now, how much this woman drank, whether she was really drunk or pretended to be drunk.

"Well."

Shi Jinzhi was pushed to the side on the sofa, her hair was disheveled and scattered, covering half of her face.

She was stiff and motionless, looking at Fu Baiqiu aggrievedly from bottom to top, her dark eyes were full of water and filled with bitterness, she suddenly took a deep breath, raised her hand to cover her face, and cried bitterly.

There was a sharp pain in his heart, Fu Baiqiu frowned, and instinctively stretched out his hand towards her, his fingertips stopped in mid-air and clenched into a fist, trembling unceasingly, his teeth were clenched until he almost lost consciousness.

The stone in her throat, the thorn in her heart, the cotton in her lungs, she felt a dull pain at the gate of her life.

"I really owe you in my previous life..."

After a long time, Fu Baiqiu sighed resentfully, blinked back his tears, let go of his fist, and stepped forward to help her up: "Go back to the room and sleep, don't take a bath if it's not hot, otherwise I won't collect your body if you fall to the toilet .”

Shi Jinzhi stopped making trouble, obediently let her help into the room, and collapsed on the bed.

Fu Baiqiu lifted a corner of the quilt and helped Shi Jinzhi take off his jacket. The sweater inside slipped up slightly, revealing the hideous scar on his wrist.

Touching her fingertips inadvertently, Shi Jinzhi retracted her hand, and she frowned: "Tell me the truth, how did you get the scar on your hand?"

Shi Jinzhi smiled at her while lying on his back, his cheeks flushed with drunkenness, his eyes blurred with drunkenness, "Kiss me...I'll tell you..."

After a moment of silence, the two people's eyes met. Fu Baiqiu pursed his lips tightly, his face sank little by little, and the strength in his hands became looser and looser.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, go to sleep."

"Maomao..." Shi Jinzhi panicked, and called her with tears in her mouth.

"Good night." Fu Baiqiu resolutely let go of her hand, turned and left.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Baiqiu got up early, walked lightly to the big bedroom downstairs after washing, put his ear on the door and listened for a while, but there was no movement, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast in peace.

In the past two weeks, Shi Jinzhi occasionally ate with her, and she would leave breakfast if the other party didn't get up early in the morning. She didn't calculate the ingredients so clearly, and seemed to substitute herself into the role of "relief person".

She really owed Shi Jinzhi in her previous life.

After breakfast, Fu Baiqiu went to the door of the big bedroom again, and quietly opened a gap.

The room was very dark, a small hill was raised slightly on the large double bed, a strand of brown curly hair leaked from the edge of the quilt, and the rest was covered tightly - Shi Jinzhi's sleeping habit, no matter how straight and regular he lay down the night before, the first night The next day, the whole person must shrink into the quilt and curl up into a ball.

In the past, she was worried that Shi Jinzhi would suffocate to death sooner or later when she slept like this, and she tried to correct it forcibly many times, but it didn't work, so she had to give up.

Standing at the door for a while, Fu Baiqiu gave up the idea of ​​lifting the quilt, and gently closed the door.

She is still resting today. She soaked the kitten food for pudding, added water, put on new cat litter, and went out to buy vegetables.

There is no vegetable market nearby, so I can only go to the supermarket. The vegetables in the morning will be fresher. Fu Baiqiu thought that there is nothing to do today, so he went shopping for a while, unconsciously shopping for more than an hour, and bought a lot of snacks that he used to eat—— Haven't eaten since the accident.

When she got home, she opened the door and saw Shi Jinzhi sitting in front of the piano with his back to the door, motionless.

"..."

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Fu Baiqiu's expression flashed with astonishment, he lowered his head and changed his shoes, put the snacks on the coffee table, and carried the vegetables into the kitchen.

The warm polenta in the pressure cooker didn't move, she frowned, put down the dishes, washed her hands, unplugged the voltage cooker, and turned to go out: "Didn't you have breakfast?"

The floor-to-ceiling windows were half opened, and the corners of the curtains were blown slightly by the cold wind. Shi Jinzhi sat on the piano bench with straight eyes, a dull expression, a straight back, and tight lips in a straight line, as if in a trance.

Fu Baiqiu faintly felt something was wrong, walked over and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Shi Jinzhi's body trembled, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and raised his head: "Maomao?"

"Are you OK?"

Shi Jinzhi looked at her blankly, his face was a little pale, and he said slowly after a long time: "Just now I remembered that I drank wine yesterday, but I don't remember who I drank with."

"Normal, after-effects of drunkenness." Fu Baiqiu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that you still dare to pretend to be crazy, "Do you remember now?"

She shook her head.

"Joe deer."

Shi Jinzhi frowned, repeated the name in his mouth, and raised his eyes in a daze: "Who is Qiao Lu?"

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