the landlord is a former

The fate with Xia Lan started five years ago.

At that time, Fu Baiqiu had just recovered from the shock of losing all his relatives, and slowly accepted this cruel reality, which took two full years.At that time, thanks to her work in the funeral home, she witnessed life and death every day, and convinced herself that death was a common thing. There were too many people in the world who were more miserable than her. The more she was like this, the stronger she became.

Due to the particularity of the work, plus taking medicine and psychotherapy, her depression symptoms gradually eased and improved.

Because I have experienced it myself, I know the feeling very well.She saw on the Internet that there were many patients who had the same condition as her own, or even worse than herself, or called for help, or talked to herself. Although she knew that there was nothing she could do, she still couldn't help going Reply, listen, verbal comfort is weak, but better than a knife.

She never advised patients to be positive and optimistic. These four words are too cruel, and they are the hand that pushes them into the abyss.

It was at this time that I met Xia Lan.

Xia Lan posted in Chaohua, saying that she is working hard to cooperate with the treatment and is taking medicine, but she is afraid that one day she will not be able to persist. She hopes that someone can tell her stories with her in the form of emails, but there can be no ending.

At first, many patients participated, including Fu Baiqiu. She just felt that this person was very special, and she could feel her efforts to fight through the screen.Clicking on Xia Lan's Weibo, there is no pure negative energy, only cold and humorous daily life, poetic sentences, and paintings.

Draw some flowers and plants, figures, animals, sketches, oil paintings, and scribbled lines.Everything in the painting is vivid and lifelike.

She started following her, but didn't expect a reply from her.

But Xia Lan replied to her that day and told her that among the dozens of emails, she only replied to her, expressing that she wanted to hear the story and attaching the story she wanted to tell, while she only replied thank you to others.

She said her story was interesting.

Then they started exchanging emails, one email a week, about a thousand words each, and the two of them told each other their stories for more than half a year, and gradually began to talk about other things, such as brainstorming, such as philosophy of life.

Later, in the third year, they got a general idea of ​​each other's experiences, and they would use a third-party address to send and receive some small gifts, but they were very self-conscious and did not explore each other's private life much.

Until adding WeChat last year.

Xia Lan said that when her condition stabilized, she would go see her.

She said yes.

Now that the promise was fulfilled, both of them realized that the other was exactly as they had imagined.

"You are great." Fu Baiqiu held the girl's hand with a sincere look.She praised it sincerely, thinking that this child is amazing.

For her, being able to leave a familiar place and come to a strange city by herself is something to be proud of for a lifetime.

Xia Lan raised her eyes and looked at her for a moment, but she didn't feel uneasy or embarrassed, and whispered, "Thank you, sister."

For some reason, the more people understood her, the more she wanted to cry.But she can't, she can't mourn in front of her sister.Xia Lan thought so, trying to make herself smile brighter.

This kid is so good.

Fu Baiqiu narrowed his eyes, and put his arms around her shoulders, "It's cold outside, get in the car, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Xia Lan nodded, a little flattered, it was really uncomfortable to be hugged by someone, but she didn't want to break free.

Fu Baiqiu opened the trunk, took her suitcase and put it in. It was quite heavy, and it should have contained a lot of things.Then he opened the co-pilot's door for her, and suddenly thought of Shi Jinzhi at that moment.

【Has anyone ever sat in your co-pilot】

【Have】

【who】

【You】

Inexplicably guilty.

Xia Lan consciously fastened her seat belt, then put her legs together, put her hands on her knees, and leaned against the chair with her back slightly tilted, very well behaved.

Although she was slow to respond, she couldn't ignore the things that were right in front of her eyes. For example, when she saw Fu Baiqiu for the first time, she felt that he had a dignified aura, which was faint and warm. For example, now, she looked at him The interior of this car is beautiful and textured, at least it means that it is not cheap.

Has an outstanding, beautiful, and rich, gentle elder sister ever been bitten and bruised by a depressed black dog like herself?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was not worthy to stand beside my sister.

It's so sad.

"Xiaxia." Fu Baiqiu got into the car, closed the door, and smiled at her while fastening his seat belt, "What do you want to eat?"

Xia Lan regained her senses, pursed her lips, and said embarrassedly: "Sister, let's decide, I have never had any opinions..."

Talking quickly, the second half of the sentence shouldn't have been said, Xia Lan paused, it was too late to take it back, she couldn't help but feel annoyed, just now she said that she couldn't be sad, who knows that opening her mouth is negative energy.Facing such a good sister, what's the point of complaining.

Anxious, apprehensive, apprehensive.

Fu Baiqiu didn't care at all, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Okay, let me, a native, take you around Rongcheng, and try our local dishes first."

"Uh-huh."

Xia Lan hurriedly nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, she was thinking that if her sister comforted herself, her sin would be really serious. She didn't want to let others comfort her all the time, because she knew it was useless, and would make others tired instead.

Rongcheng cuisine is mainly braised and stewed, keeping the original flavor of the food, mellow and delicious, with a relatively light taste, which is similar to that in D City. If Xia Lan is from Sichuan and Chongqing, she would have to consider whether the other party is used to it.

The restaurant is located by the seaside. Although reservations are required for small New Year’s Eve dinners, Rongcheng is so big that there is always room. Fu Baiqiu asked for a private room. Both of them don’t like noise and noise, so private rooms are the best choice for quietness, privacy and relaxation.

Xia Lan eats well, and Fu Baiqiu doesn't want to burden her psychologically, so he doesn't show too much care for her. The two drink different drinks, and each puts them in his hand, drinks and pours himself, and chats about the two of them while eating other things.Seeing which dish she liked, Fu Baiqiu asked the waiter to serve another dish on the pretext that she liked it too.

With her being so invisible, Xia Lan gradually relaxed.

"What date does school start?"

"March [-]rd."

"Isn't it time for an internship in senior year?" Fu Baiqiu wiped his mouth with a tissue and smiled apologetically, "I'm not very clear about the arrangements of domestic universities."

Xia Lan nodded slowly, and said seriously: "Well, I tried a company for school recruitment in December, but I resigned after less than a month."

Fu Baiqiu couldn't catch up with these words.

It’s unnecessary to ask the reason, eight out of ten guesses. Asking about the plan will only make the child more anxious. Asking whether he wants to develop in a big city or stay in his hometown, he can’t even say it.Like herself, Xia Lan has no parents, and lives in her aunt's house. The situation is very bad. The money for medicine and treatment and tuition fees these years are all spent on the little inheritance left by her parents and the little money she earned from painting.

Although there are many job opportunities and high wages in Rongcheng, the relative pressure is also high, and the pace of life is very fast. She is alone and has no one to rely on, and she may get sick at any time.

Just being alive had exhausted all her strength.

"However, there is still a chance after school starts. I can interview again, walk around more, and see more." Xia Lan was glad that her sister didn't ask, and tried to show a positive look.

The company she tried was a medium-sized company with clerical positions. She was not incapable of sending and receiving materials and making forms, but she was afraid of the environment. Four or five people sat together in an office and inevitably communicated with colleagues. Every day, I start to suffocate when I open my eyes, and I am very tired at night, but I have to take sleeping pills to fall asleep.

She persisted for more than twenty days and escaped.

Fu Baiqiu almost blurted out "I'll make arrangements for you", taking into account the child's self-esteem, held back, thinking about finding a suitable opportunity, and speaking out naturally.

After dinner, Fu Baiqiu took Xia Lan to the pedestrian street for a stroll.

There were not many people on the street, which dispelled her worries. Even so, she still held Xia Lan's arm all the way, saying a few words from time to time, and then the two entered a certain brand jewelry store.

The clerk stepped forward with a smile, Xia Lan's nerves tensed up immediately, and she felt uncomfortable. Fu Baiqiu said politely, "Let's take a look around, and call you again if necessary." With one word, he sent people away, and he walked around with Xia Lan on his arm.

After a while, she took a fancy to a necklace named "Girl's Dance".

The thin silver bow is inlaid with diamonds, small and exquisite, pure and lovely, and the bow represents tenderness, symbolizing love and inseparability. She felt that it was very suitable for Xia Lan at first sight.

"Xia Xia, does this necklace look good?"

"Looks good." Xia Lan answered truthfully. It was the first time she visited a jewelry store, and she didn't know where to put her eyes. When she caught a glimpse of the price, she was secretly startled.

"Like it?"

The girl had an ominous feeling and shook her head again and again: "I don't want it."

Fu Baiqiu ignored her, beckoned to the clerk, asked him to take out the necklace, held it in his hands and puffed it up, picked it up, gestured in front of her neck, and praised: "It's really beautiful, it suits you very well."

The girl's skin is fair, her facial features are clear and beautiful, and the necklace looks more like a fragile treasure, giving her a dusty beauty.

Xia Lan: "..."

"Take it as my sister's blessing to you, okay?" Fu Baiqiu said softly, with a warm smile on his lips, and his fingers lightly brushed her soft and smooth hair.

The hair seemed to have a feeling, absorbing the temperature of the man's palm, and then his face turned red.Xia Lan stared at her gentle eyebrows, her heart was beating fast, and her mouth became more and more clumsy, so she only said hello.

No one has ever smiled at her like this, no one has spoken softly to her, and no one has taken care of her emotions everywhere.

She felt that she was strong enough, but she was just a disguised shell, which was easily melted by softness, and she was defeated.All she needs is a little bit of kindness from others.

Fu Baiqiu bought this necklace, it was not expensive, it was over [-] yuan, she didn't ask the clerk to pack it, and put it on for Xia Lan directly, holding the empty box in her hand.

After shopping until almost ten o'clock in the evening, the two went home.

Xia Lan's heart was boiling, and she blamed herself. It was her sister who took care of her all the way, and she was like a useless piece of wood, even her words were dull and dry.When she stepped into the small building in front of her, she couldn't hold back, took out her mobile phone and wanted to transfer money to Fu Baiqiu, saying it was for the accommodation fee, and felt that she was disturbed.

"Silly girl, what's the point of giving me money even if you accompany me during the Chinese New Year?" Fu Baiqiu hugged her with a smile.

Xia Lan struggled: "But..."

"It's too late for someone to accompany me to be happy." Fu Baiqiu patted her face, "Okay, I'll get the quilt and help you make the bed."

"..."

The small bedroom on the first floor was vacant, and there were some Shi Jinzhi's things in it, but it didn't affect the occupants. Fu Baiqiu took a new quilt down, and Xia Lan helped her make it up together, and then followed her guide to take a bath.

Passing the living room with her clothes and toiletries in her arms, she noticed a shiny grand piano by the window, and she was pleasantly surprised, "Sister, can you play the piano?"

"No." Fu Baiqiu came out to test the temperature of the water, and glanced at the piano, "This belongs to a friend. She lives with me and went home for the New Year."

"Can you? You can play." She said "play" like playing "Two Tigers" with one hand like herself.

Xia Lan nodded and smiled, "Not today, my sister should go to bed early, I'm going to take a shower."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Fu Baiqiu went upstairs, and he was about to take a shower and go to bed. As soon as he entered the room, the phone rang.

--"hour"

Or this note.

She frowned slightly, and flicked the answer button with her fingertips, "What's wrong?"

There was a pause for two or three seconds, and the voice of grievance surged out: "Maomao, you don't reply to my message..."

Shi Jinzhi lay on the bed with the quilt rolled up, staring at the ceiling without blinking.

If living with Maomao makes her temporarily ignore her amnesia and is very happy, then living at home means being reminded of her amnesia all the time, making her very unhappy.She didn't have the slightest sense of belonging to this family. She had only been back for two days, and she just felt that the days were like years, and every minute and every second was extremely tormented.

My sister came back from the United States and brought her white boyfriend, who has a high nose and deep eyes, a strong body, and looks like a capitalist elite.

It was only today that she found out that she had two half-brothers, and the older one was studying abroad and came back.

In addition, my brother also came back with his wife and child. The child's name was Wan Wan, and he called her Second Aunt.

Second aunt, she is really good enough.

Although there are many people in the family, it is not lively. Everyone is afraid of the majesty of the old man, and there is a lot of polite and flattering at the dinner table, especially the stepmother, who is afraid that if she says a few words, she will be kicked out.

In great pain, Shi Jinzhi kept sending messages to Fu Baiqiu.

However, Maomao has ignored her since the evening.

In desperation, when she called, the man's tone was a little impatient.

【Maomao, you don't even reply to my messages...】

【Why didn't you reply? Didn't I chat with you this afternoon?】

【I mean night】

[I can't hold my phone all the time, how old are you, can you stop being so childish]

【…】

【Is there anything else? I'll hang up】

【Can you chat with me】

【I don't want to hear you complain about your family】

【…】

[I'm taking a shower and going to sleep, good night]

The moment the phone was hung up, Shi Jinzhi burst into tears.

She seemed to be an abandoned clown, and she didn't even understand what she did wrong. The man's hot and cold temper was a time bomb in her heart, blowing her to pieces in a flash.

—— tuk tuk

"Jinzhi." The elder sister's voice came from outside.

Then the door was pushed open.

A pillow flew through the air.

When Shi Rongzhi was hit head-on, it was soft, not painful or itchy. She bent down to pick up the pillow and closed the door with her backhand. Seeing her younger sister's eyes were red and her face was full of anger, she sighed helplessly: "Jinzhi... ..”

"go out."

"Dad has that temper, save face, don't take it to heart." Rong Zhi patted the pillow, sat on the side of the bed, and held her hand.

During the dinner just now, many relatives and friends came to the family, all of them were dignified people. They had a good meal, and the guests and hosts had a good time. Annoyed, the old man couldn't hold back his face, and said a few words to her.

He Ru was clever, so he quickly smoothed things over and asked his youngest daughter to play.The old man couldn't help saying a few more words, which made Jinzhi throw his chopsticks and leave.

This face is embarrassing.

"I don't know what kind of temper Mr. Shi has. He makes me unhappy, and he shouldn't be happy either."

"Jinzhi, you can't say that..."

"I don't want to hear it!" Shi Jinzhi waved her hand away irritably, and got off the bed.

My sister was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Find Momo."