Thousands of years old silly white sweet

When Dong Changqing struggled with her broken memory, she didn't know that Xiujue had the same dream as him.

He woke up in the middle of the dream, while Xiujue sank deeply into it.

A man who already knows what love is, has enough capital to complete his dream.

When I woke up, the first thing that came to my mind was loss.

Xiujue was lying on the bed with his eyes still closed, but his consciousness was extremely clear.

He knew that Dong Changqing was sleeping next to him, and he also knew what kind of... what kind of dream he had dreamed.

There are only a few kinds of dreams, sweet dreams, nightmares, and erotic dreams.

Xiujue breathed a sigh of relief, his breathing was trembling, he sat up, and got out of bed carefully, not daring to look at Dong Changqing.

After coming out of the bathroom, he didn't dare to go back to the bed again. After taking the pillow, he lay down on the uncomfortable sofa, and began to involuntarily have a long aftertaste.

Yes, aftertaste, he remembers most of this dream very clearly. The winter evergreen in the dream lay softly under him, with his arms around his neck, his head raised high, even if it was tight With his eyes closed, he could still see a trace of powder and water marks in the corners of his eyes. He catered to himself in such a green and clumsy way, letting himself be manipulated and being extremely obedient.

When excited, that place is also wet.

"Damn..." Xiujue stood up annoyed and went into the bathroom again.

Why, it happened that I remembered it so clearly this time!Why is it evergreen!

How crazy!

Xiujue didn't fall asleep until dawn. Fortunately, when Dong Changqing got up, he had already adjusted his mentality.

"Mr. Xiu, morning, good morning." Unlike Xiujue, Dong Changqing stopped thinking about it when he couldn't figure it out. He lay there and fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he was a little embarrassed to see Xiujue's face.

Xiu Jue acted as if he was out of alcohol and showed timidity. After a quick glance at him, he turned his back and said, "Go take a shower, and then come out to have breakfast."

"Okay... okay."

The awkward atmosphere continued to spread, and the two of them didn't say a few words throughout the morning.

In silence, Dong Changqing ate seven poached eggs and drank two boxes of milk.

The poached eggs were fried by Xiujue, he was obviously not good at cooking, the poached eggs had no taste at all, otherwise, Dong Changqing could eat three more to round up.

He felt like he hadn't eaten eggs in the morning for a long time.

Every day is steamed buns, rolls and millet porridge.

After he put down his chopsticks, Xiujue asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Dong Changqing leaned on the chair, rubbing her swollen belly repeatedly, "Yeah!"

Xiujue hummed without looking at him, and got up to clean up the dishes.

Taking advantage of this time, Dong Changqing finally had the opportunity to observe Xiujue's apartment.

The decoration here is much more exquisite than that of the suburban villas. From the floor and walls to the small decorations on the table, they all have a high-end feeling.

However, Dong Changqing noticed that there was a photo frame on the TV cabinet.

It's a family portrait.

There are five people in total. An older couple is sitting on the sofa, with a child in the middle, and a young couple standing behind. Among them, the man's face is eighty-tenth like that of Xiujue, but Xiujue is longer. For grim.

Dong Changqing was very curious, endured and endured, and finally broke the embarrassment, "Mr. Xiu, who is that?"

Xiujue turned around, saw him pointing at the photo frame, and said calmly, "My family."

"Family, why haven't I heard you mention it before?" Besides Xiujue, the person Dong Changqing is most familiar with is Aunt Wang, who is the one who talks about her family all day long. My third uncle's eldest son knows how many children he has, and that's why he raised such doubts.

Xiujue didn't react much, and just said, "They all passed away."

"..." Dong Changqing seemed to be strangled by someone for a moment, unable to speak a word.

Dong Changqing shut up, but Xiujue opened up the chatter box. After putting his chopsticks in the sink, he sat down opposite Dong Changqing, "When I was born, the fortune teller said that I was born extraordinary and destined to be lucky. If you get the wind, you get the rain...you are also the lone star of the devil, and you will kill everyone close to you, do you believe this?"

Dong Changqing believed too much, Xiu Jue's fate was hard, he had a deep understanding when he was in the Valley of Worry!Which fortune teller is so accurate, let him also calculate the marriage!

Although Dong Changqing thought so, she knew she couldn't say that, "Why do you ask me this..."

He didn't answer, and it didn't stop Xiujue from continuing. He lowered his eyes, hiding his emotions, and just said in a very calm tone, "My family doesn't believe it. That family photo was taken the day before my full moon." , On the day of my full moon banquet, my grandfather was diagnosed with liver necrosis. Do you know what is liver necrosis? In just a few days, I couldn’t draw any blood from my whole body. After my grandfather left, my grandma had a heart attack and went with her. Now...my parents have to trust the fortune teller."

For some reason, Dong Changqing felt a stuffy feeling in his chest, as if there was a slight throbbing pain, which was fleeting and too late to notice.

He began to regret why he had to say something, and asked that question, "Mr. Xiu..."

Xiujue seemed to have finally found an opportunity to confide, and was unwilling to stop like this, "As far as I can remember, I have never been hugged by my parents, and I seldom even talked. Even so, they still had a car accident four years ago."

Thinking of his first half of life, Xiujue even wanted to laugh.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he doesn't believe in fate, he just thinks that the death of his grandparents is a coincidence, and he justly resented his parents for more than [-] years, but Dong Changqing's appearance made his resentment and his righteousness become a joke.

The death of his family is because of him, and he can only live like this for the rest of his life.

What's the difference between dying and dying?

On the day Dong Changqing was driven out of the villa, these bad emotions were more or less at work.

"I'm sorry... I said too much." Xiujue took a shallow breath, and then let it out, feeling a lot more relaxed in his heart. He raised his head, and at some point, Dong Changqing stood beside him, smiling at him.

"It's okay, Mr. Xiu." He said sweetly, the sun was shining brightly, and he didn't seem to be affected at all, then he bent down and hugged his shoulders, "It doesn't matter if your life is hard, I'm not afraid of death."

That ray of sunshine, just like that, fell warmly on Xiujue's heart, as if something was breaking through the ground and growing vigorously.

……

After a long time, Xiujue smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you to work, you're going to be late."

Dong Changqing quickly looked at the clock on the wall.

He's on the evening shift today, it's already 42:[-]!

When I arrived at the entrance of the coffee shop, it was exactly 57:[-], Dong Changqing got out of the car in a hurry, and was stopped by the people in the car after walking a few steps, "Dong Changqing."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Work hard, and when you get paid, I'll take you to buy a mobile phone."

Hearing what he said, Dong Changqing grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth and deep dimples, "Mmm!"

Rushed into the store, the time was stuck at nine o'clock, the manager applauded in admiration, "Yes, you stepped on it accurately enough, did you wait outside until the last second before coming in."

Dong Changqing was extremely proud, "I'm not late anyway."

"Blind, let's go to work and help move the sofa."

"Ok!"

Looking at Dong Changqing who was so high-spirited and full of energy, the manager couldn't help but said to the waiter next to him, "Why isn't the little mourner mourning today?"

"Please take half a day off and rest enough."

"Really? I look like a chicken blood."

Dong Changqing didn't know that he had a very unique nickname in the store for a few days. He ran to the second floor and helped Li Chuang, who was sweeping the floor, move the sofa that was in the way, "Good morning!"

Li Chuang glanced at him, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"What medicine do you take?"

Li Chuang didn't bother to explain to him, so he asked, "You didn't go back to the dormitory last night."

Dong Changqing nodded, "I haven't returned, I'm staying at a good friend's house~ But, how do you know, aren't you going to sleep in the shop these two days?"

"Zhao Yingying told me that as soon as she came, she went upstairs and downstairs to look for you."

"Oh." Dong Changqing responded, bent down to move the tea table, "Is she looking for something for me?"

"Who knows, I seem to have brought you something to eat." After Li Chuang finished speaking, Dong Changqing was unmoved, so he couldn't help asking him, "Do you not understand what Zhao Yingying means, or do you not like her? "

"What?" Dong Changqing didn't like Li Chuang talking around corners very much. Sometimes it was difficult for him to understand, and he always thought about it for a long time, "Can you explain it clearly?"

"...I figured it out, you are really stupid."

Dong Changqing was often scolded by Xiujue as a fool, but Li Chuang was not happy when he said that, "Whoever is stupid, you are the one."

Li Chuang finished sweeping the last box, sat down on the window, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "You are not stupid, can't you see that Zhao Yingying is interested in you?"

Dong Changqing understood that this was interesting, and was dumbfounded on the spot.

Do women like him?

Dong Changqing didn't even think about it. After all, all the Shenhua clan are good friends with men. Although he is an outlier in the Shenhua clan, he is born different, and he has to keep up with him the day after tomorrow, so he can't be too different.

Dong Changqing was dumbfounded, but Li Chuang was not surprised. He took a puff of his cigarette, and said with a bit of vicissitudes, "If I don't like you and want to be with you, whoever is full will treat you well."

Dong Changqing thought of Xiujue, "Well... it's doing good deeds."

Li Chuang was amused by him, and almost choked on the smoke, "Ahem... You are so fucking powerful, doing good deeds? Who does such kind deeds?"

He didn't believe it.

Dong Changqing leaned over and whispered, "There is a man who is very kind to me. He said he is doing good deeds."

Dong Changqing remembered that Xiujue had indeed said so.

Li Chuang took the man in Dong Changqing's mouth as a woman who pursued him, just like Zhao Yingying. Why, people can still say that I want to pick you up, you..."

Duplicity?

So, President Xiu likes him, do you want to be with him?

Definitely not full.

Dong Changqing smirked.

Seeing his smile like this, Li Chuang knew that Zhao Yingying was dead.