the landlord is a former

During the two years of Fu Baiqiu's depression, Pippi's time machine took away many people, many people like her at that time.

Among them was a girl who was about the same age as Xia Lan now, just graduated, and was doing an internship. Thousands of delicate but lonely words were recorded on Weibo, big and small. One day that year, she was taken away by Pippi's time machine.

Xia Lan's Weibo is large, and she posts some paintings and life records every day, and there is very little negative energy. Most of her fans are people who like her works, and some of them are regular customers who have bought paintings several times.

She once said that she has a trumpet, which is an emotional dump, filled with toxic negative energy, the trumpet is a mask, and the trumpet is her.

When Pippi's time machine appeared with negative energy and extinguished candles, Fu Baiqiu had an intuition that this must be a sign of something.

She took a taxi to the west of the city, where Xia Lan lived.

The neighborhood is full of old-fashioned houses with low floors. Because they are close to the subway, they will be demolished in a few years. The rent is very cheap, and the demolished households will undoubtedly become rich overnight.

Red bricks and gray tiles, slanted telephone poles, thick black wires hanging on the wall in a ball, and the word "demolition" is painted in red on the door of every house. It is the time for elementary school students to leave school, and students in twos and threes carrying school bags and wearing red scarves are wandering in the alley. The old lady walked out with a vegetable basket, and the bicycles came and went.

The corridor was dark and there was no elevator. Fu Baiqiu went up to the third floor in three steps in two steps, took out the spare key that Xia Lan had given her before, and opened the door.

The room was well lit, furnished simply and neatly.

"Xia Xia? Are you at home?"

She took off her shoes, stepped on the old floor with bare feet, and walked inside while shouting.This house has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and the door of the only room is closed at the moment.

"Xia Xia?"

Knock on the door, but no one answers.

"Xia Xia, I'm going in."

She twisted the knob on the door to open a small gap, and the rear door seemed to encounter some resistance and could not be pushed in any further.

A few wide strips of scotch tape appeared in sight, layered on top of each other to form a thick stack, firmly stuck down from the top of the door to the bottom of the door, and a layer was also attached horizontally at the bottom.

Fu Baiqiu's head buzzed, and she was so anxious that she bumped it hard a few times, but the tape was loose. She turned around and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, cut off the tape, and pushed the door open.

The heat and the smell of smoke and charcoal hit the face.

The windows were covered with tape and sealed tightly. Xia Lan was lying on the bed, wearing long clothes and trousers, with her hands on her sides, as if she was sleeping soundly—if she hadn’t seen the charcoal brazier next to the bed if.

Fu Baiqiu's back felt cold, the blood all over his body flowed backwards to the top of his head, and his mind was blank for a few seconds.

"Xia Xia!"

The ambulance arrived in time, and Xia Lan was taken to the hospital while breathing oxygen all the way.

She recovered a little bit of consciousness and did not experience symptoms such as nausea, vomiting or convulsions. She just felt numb all over her body and needed hyperbaric oxygen therapy.

Fu Baiqiu wandered outside waiting, restless, his palms were sweaty.

The person who was fine a while ago was sent to the hospital for rescue. Unexpectedly, she was suddenly afraid that Xia Lan would be pushed out with a white cloth.

During the years of working in the funeral home, the hospital mortuary was online, and many of the deceased were sent from the mortuary to the funeral home. She followed the funeral car several times and watched the corpses covered with white cloth being carried onto the car. To the last stop of life, being cremated.

Her heart came alive at that moment.

—— Xia Xia.

——I don't want to make up for you myself.

Fu Baiqiu leaned his back against the wall, looked down at his hands, the cold light hit the palms of his hands, dyed grayish white.

like the hands of a dead man.

For a moment, she suspected that she was the god of death.

The ringtone of her mobile phone interrupted her thoughts, which she specially set up for Hibiscus.

She seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to connect: "Jinzhi!"

There was a pause on the phone, "Maomao, where have you been?"

"In...the hospital." She still answered truthfully after thinking about it, she was not good at lying to her lover.

"Hospital?" The voice on the other end suddenly raised, and the tone was agitated, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Which hospital, I'll go there now!"

Fu Baiqiu looked up at the ceiling, and said in a low voice, "It's not me, it's Xia Xia. She has carbon monoxide poisoning and is being rescued."

"..."

"Cubs?"

"Do you need me to go there?" The tone became cautious.

Fu Baiqiu thought for a while and said, "No, I'll ask the doctor about the situation later, and I'll call you later."

After finishing speaking, I felt that my tone was a little blunt, so I softened my voice and said: "Be good, go out for dinner or order takeaway, don't touch the kitchen knives, and be careful when boiling water."

Last time, the way this idiot daughter-in-law chopped onions scared her, and she was worried that she would burn her hands repeatedly.

"Uh-huh."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Baiqiu calmed down and continued to wait.

Xia Lan's poisoning was not deep, and she was conscious after coming out of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, but the doctor said that she would be observed for two days, and she was hospitalized first.

Fu Baiqiu went to pay the money in advance and returned to the ward.

Ordinary double ward, the other bed is empty.Xia Lan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling like a puppet, as if thinking about why she was still alive.

"Xia Xia..."

Fu Baiqiu sat by the bed and held her hand.

At this moment, Xia Lan's heart rose, making her feel that she was still alive, and she knew that she was causing trouble to others, even if she wanted to leave quietly.

"I know you're tired."

"Thanks for your hard work."

There is no blame, no comfort, her voice is as gentle as her mother telling herself stories when she was a child.

"Living is really hard, and living is the scariest thing, I know."

"I'm sorry, don't blame my sister for dragging you back to this horrible world. Heaven won't accept you, so let's stay in this world for a while, okay?"

"If one day you still want to leave..."

Fu Baiqiu's throat choked, and his eyes were slightly red. She wanted to say that her sister gave you the last respect, but her conscience and morality could not accept her saying such words.

After thinking about it, she steadied her voice and said, "Your life is your own, and the right to decide whether to stay or not is also your own. My sister respects your choice."

Xia Lan blinked, and two lines of tears flowed down, soaking the pillow.

"Don't cry." Fu Baiqiu reached out to wipe away her tears. "Do you feel dizzy or have a headache? Do you want to take a break?"

The more she wiped, Xia Lan cried harder and more tears, then suddenly sat up and hugged her.

"elder sister......"

"Ah."

"I resigned again."

"Ah."

"Sorry, I'm really useless."

Fu Baiqiu patted her on the back and said with a smile, "Silly girl, you are your own hero, so why are you useless?"

Xia Lan's body trembled, but she didn't speak.

"By the way, do you remember what I asked you last time?" She changed the subject.

"It's the customer you painted for her, or... it's more appropriate to call it Fantou?"

Xia Lan wiped her eyes, stopped sobbing, and nodded: "I remember, what's wrong?"

"Tell my sister first why you don't want to know each other."

The girl was silent, lowered her head to think for a while, and murmured: "Across the Internet, people are always easy to take everything for granted, because the lady presupposes that I am beautiful, but the real me will destroy this beauty and never see the light of day." It's been a long time, photophobia."

Fu Baiqiu's heart twitched in pain, and she brushed away the broken hair on Xia Lan's forehead, her smile remained gentle: "What if my sister told you that Miss Yu is someone I know?"

Xia Lan raised her head abruptly.

A few days later, Xia Lan was discharged from the hospital.

After Fu Baiqiu asked his wife for her opinion, he took her to live with her at home for a period of time.

Regarding "Miss Yu", she didn't reveal too much, she only said that it was someone she knew, whose surname was not Yu, but Qiao, and asked her to keep it a secret, and then she decided whether to get to know him or not.

Jinzai took them to practice the piano every day, and said that he would give the old piano downstairs to Xia Lan, but the girl refused to take it, thinking it was too expensive, and she was only half a bucket of water, so it was good to come over to play occasionally.

There was a lack of a logistics clerk position in the tea restaurant. Fu Baiqiu asked Xia Lan to try it, and then ordered the store manager to get a separate office, and try to use WeChat or Penguin to communicate with her about work.

Xia Lan can now paint with peace of mind. With a stable source of income and savings, she can paint as much as she likes.

Fast forward to mid-July.

NO.16 Jinzhi will fly to Berlin to record the album, and after the recording, fly to New York to perform, at least half a month of separation.

The two seized the time to enjoy the madness before separation.

Rooms, balconies, bathrooms, kitchens, garages, roofs... traces of them are everywhere.

"Don't move, cub, my hand is sucked|stuck."

Fu Baiqiu was sitting on the sofa, one arm supported | Jin Zai's back, and the other hand was churning in the waves. While Jin Zai was not paying attention, she secretly added a finger.

"Well--"

Shi Jinzhi knelt and sat facing her, his brows were frowned because of the sudden sense of oppression, and he could only let out a low | exhortation with his mouth open.

"No... Mao Mao... three are too many..."

"Hey, it will be fine in a while." Fu Baiqiu coaxed softly, kissed her cock, and slowly pushed up with his fingertips.

Hibiscus cub's penis is relatively short, and it seems to be easy to push it to the head. At the moment, it is extremely full |

She was paralyzed.

"Well, Mao Mao is good or bad, don't—"

Before she finished speaking, the thumb that was left outside pressed it, and she raised her head and screamed, trembling uncontrollably.

Water stains splashed drop by drop on Fu Baiqiu's legs.

……

The flight at night was still in World War II in the afternoon, the two of them seemed to be tireless, and the more they got more energetic.

Both become "juicing girls".

After dinner in the evening, Fu Baiqiu took his wife's suitcase into the car, sat in the back seat for a while, and set off for the airport according to the time.

The melodious and melodious violin sound flows from the player. This is a piece written by Shi Jinzhi for her, called "Angel", with piano accompaniment and violin lead.

She opened it from the USB flash drive and fell in love with it the first time she listened to it, then downloaded it to her mobile phone and car, and repeated it several times a day.

Zai Zai said that it was a belated 30th birthday present and had been prepared for nearly a year.

[Why is it named "Angel"? 】

【Because you are my angel】

The airport was just ahead, and the headlights pushed away the thick night, Fu Baiqiu smiled and slowed down the car.

Stopping in front of the terminal building, Fu Baiqiu just pulled up the handbrake when the person next to her rushed over and kissed her whole face without leaving any gaps.

"Honey, kiss me."

——Pop chirp!

"Kiss again here." She pointed to her mouth.

——Pop chirp!

Fu Baiqiu felt that he was like a stamping machine, and his daughter-in-law pointed out where to cover, but it was a pity that she didn't wear lipstick, otherwise she would definitely have her head full of lips stamped in.

As if he had a heart-to-heart connection, as soon as the thought flashed by, Shi Jinzhi took out a lambskin 306 from his bag, and handed it over as if offering a treasure, "Honey, quickly paint your mouth, and then kiss me."

puff.

Fu Baiqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you want to be surrounded by people?"

"Kiss here." She lifted her hair and patted the collarbone of her own fish. "I'm taking it to Berlin."

Same as the one she brought back last time.

"it is good."

Fu Baiqiu smiled, took off the cap and unscrewed some paste, pulled down the roof mirror, and carefully painted the lipstick all over his mouth by the light of the terminal building.

In the dim light, the color is delicate and charming, hot and flamboyant.

After finishing painting, she pursed her lips, turned her head and leaned in front of Shi Jinzhi, and kissed her like a seal.

Perfect red lips.

Shi Jinzhi looked at the mirror and nodded with satisfaction, "Old rules, no self-reliance is allowed, just leave it to me."

"As you order, my lady."

Rules are dead, people are alive.

Fu Baiqiu thought that he could hold it back as easily as the previous two times, but he began to feel uncomfortable on the third day after Jin Zai left.

In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Her heart was burning and her brain was hyperactive. After failing to fall asleep many times, she finally couldn't help picking up her mobile phone and calling her daughter-in-law.

It's six o'clock in the evening in Berlin.

"Honey, miss me?"

"Think, especially."

"Didn't you use a small toy without authorization?"

"...No." Fu Baiqiu held the snowman in his hand, feeling extremely guilty.

"Very good, I will go back on the 28th, hold back."

"Cub -"

"Ok?"

Fu Baiqiu quietly activated the little snowman, put it on his cock, and pretended to be calm: "Call me twice."

"What are you shouting for?" Shi Jin's black question mark face over there.

"Usually when we were xx, how you shouted, now how to shout."

"..."

There was silence on the phone for more than ten seconds.

"Cubs?"

There was no sound.

"Then I have to go and listen to someone else shouting." She spoke casually, but deliberately raised her voice.

"No!" Shi Jinzhi finally said, anxiously, "You Teddy Mao, I'm eating, and you let me..."

"Shout or not?"

"...you wait a moment."

The little snowman took a step ahead, Fu Baiqiu closed his eyes and enjoyed it, it was very comfortable.

After a while, a familiar low | exhortation came from the phone...