Girlfriend refreshes, and a spirited girl appears at the beginning

"No feeling at all."

Lin Zheng spread his hands to express his boredom.

"Even want to laugh."

He added in a mean tone, which immediately caused Yang Xiangxiang to punch her chest.

Seeing this, he smiled and ran out of the screening room.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore. I'm so sleepy. I want to go back to sleep."

"Okay~, what a perverted otaku, thinking about sleeping all day long, it's so boring."

Outside the cinema, Lin Zheng said goodbye to Yang Xiangxiang in a nice tone, but this guy responded with a sneer of ridicule.

Seeing that Lin Zheng seemed to be about to hit her, she immediately ran away, then put her hands on her hips and shook her head, muttering something like "I can't hit you, I can't hit you".

Lin Zheng smiled and shook his head, too lazy to continue paying attention to her. He waved and turned away.

After the song ended, people dispersed and there were many people on the street, but Yang Xiangxiang felt as if her heart was suddenly empty and she became alone again.

Chapter 67 Wei Lingling wakes up

After returning home, Lin Zheng slept for the entire afternoon and only woke up when the sunset turned red.

There was a crackling sound in the kitchen, the sound of cooking.

He lifted the quilt and walked out of the bedroom. Sure enough, Wei Lingling, who had been busy all day, was cooking.

Lin Zheng entered the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror with fluffy hair after waking up. He found that he seemed to be evolving into a scumbag.

After a quick wash, he walked into the kitchen to see what Wei Lingling was cooking tonight.

The girl put on an apron and simply tied her hair into a low ponytail, revealing her snow-white swan neck, and was busy with her hands and feet.

Chop the meat, smash the garlic, wash the vegetables, season...

When she saw Lin Zheng coming over, she smiled faintly, said nothing, and just continued to busy herself with her own things quietly.

Lin Zheng leaned against the wall, gently admiring her busyness.

Since she can cook so skillfully, I guess she didn't have a good life at home, right?

Or the family conditions are not very good.

Soon, smoke rose from the induction cooker and crackling sounds continued.

The room was quiet. Wei Lingling kept stirring the oil in the pan with a faint smile on her face, as if she was enjoying the busyness of cooking alone.

Lin Zheng leaned against the wall, looking at the pot quietly, feeling the warmth of the moment.

"Um, thank you."

Not until the first dish was cooked did Wei Lingling suddenly speak in a cold voice.

The sudden unfamiliar tone made Lin Zheng unable to react for a moment.

It wasn't until a flash of electricity passed through his mind that he realized that the tone was not that of Wei Lingling, whose memory was complete.

"Thank you for what?"

He stood up straight, narrowed his eyes, and looked carefully at Wei Lingling who had already started cooking the second dish.

"Thank you for taking me in. Otherwise, what else can I do?"

Wei Lingling turned around and smiled sweetly, then continued, "I am now in the state of recovering my memory. Also, I read the memo I wrote. You are a good person."

"Uh......"

Wei Lingling suddenly changed, and her tone of voice suddenly changed from a clingy little girl to a mature adult, which made Lin Zheng a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, but I want to talk to you."

He continued.

Now that Wei Lingling has recovered her memory, it's easy. Let's see what she plans to do next. It's time to let her go home.

You can't really let such an obedient and sensible girl work as a waitress for the rest of her life, right?

But do you really want to let her go home?

"Let's talk about it after dinner."

She responded lightly and continued to busy herself with the dishes.

Seeing this, Lin Zheng stopped talking.

Soon, two dishes and a soup were served on the table.

Wei Lingling, who was sitting there eating slowly, explained intermittently why she appeared in Lin Zheng's house.

She said that the night before they met, she was chased all the way here by bad guys and hurriedly hid in a building, which is this building.

Then she found that the lights in Lin Zheng's house were not on, which meant there was no one inside, so she ran in and hid.

"Wait, are you being ridiculous?"

"In today's society, who would chase you for no reason?"

"And there were no lights on in my house. How could you accurately find the key I hid and run in?"

Faced with such a ridiculous explanation, Lin Zheng didn't believe it.

Even the daily romance stories in Qidian light novels wouldn't have these melodramatic plots, right?

"Hehe~, I knew I couldn't fool you. Actually, after I ran away from home, I would often find a room where the owner wasn't home and secretly stay there, eating, drinking, and sleeping for free. When I left, I would clean the room as a reward."

"As for the keys, aren't there a few places near the door where migrant workers in the old city can leave spare keys?"

"Behind door numbers, under carpets, buried or pressed down in flower beds, dusty window gaps, etc."

Wei Lingling changed her story and gave examples of some common locations where tenants place spare keys.

This explanation seems more reasonable.

Lin Zheng saw that she looked calm and didn't seem to be lying.

"Otherwise, how could I find the key you hid so easily? Right."

She continued to explain, and Lin Zheng nodded suspiciously.

"So what are you going to do next? Continue working as a waiter to support yourself?"

"My advice to you is to go home, study hard, go to college, and find a good job after graduation..."

"I don't want to go back."

Wei Lingling interrupted Lin Zheng, lowered her head, and the two fell into silence.

After a long while, she spoke in a calm voice, as if talking to herself.

"I was born in the old city of Xingyuewan in Haidu City. Calling it an old city is an exaggeration. It's actually a slum."

"My parents, grandma and I, a family of four, lived in two rooms. They loved me very much and took great care of me as I grew up."

"Although my family is a little poor, we can get by. At least we have enough food and clothing, and we can go to school..."

As she spoke, she fell silent and stopped talking.

"Then what?" Lin Zheng asked.

As for the old town, slums and so on.

The indigenous people couldn't stand it so they sold their houses, took millions and moved to the mainland, where they lived a happy life.

So he didn't feel sorry for such families.

"Haha~, have you seen the movie The Truman Show?"

Wei Lingling suddenly raised her head with a sarcastic smile on her face.

"Ok?"

Lin Zheng was a little surprised to see her like this, then nodded to indicate that he had seen it.

"When I was in third grade, my spoken English was so poor that I couldn't even speak."

"I don't know when it started, but I often encounter foreigners who talk to me. They don't ask questions, they have conversations with me."

Her face became more sarcastic and she emphasized the word "dialogue".

"Hainan is an international metropolis. Isn't it normal to have foreigners there?"

Lin Zheng was puzzled. So far, he still couldn't understand what Wei Lingling wanted to express.

"If they ask the question, 'Excuse me, is there a post office nearby?'"

"And my response happened to be, 'Yes, there is.'"

"He then asked, 'Where is it?'"

"Guess what I should answer next?"

Wei Lingling described the situation vividly in English. The smile on her face gradually faded, and then she shook her head with a dim look in her eyes.

"Go straight and turn left at the first intersection. It's between the bookstore and the grocery store. Is that the answer?"

The dead English textbook memory suddenly attacked Lin Zheng's mind, and he reflexively read out the sentence in English.

Wei Lingling shook her shoulders, did not refute, and the smile on her face reappeared.

"By the way, when they talk to me, they deliberately slow down their speech, like they're listening to a test, and their intonation is a real London accent!"

Her smile returned and Du Ran added.

"Oh my god, is this foreigner crazy? Isn't this a conversation from a fourth-grade English textbook?"

Lin Zheng complained speechlessly, and seemed to understand what Wei Lingling wanted to express.

"Also, the foreigner selling vegetables spoke to me in English, but he actually spoke Haidu dialect better than I do."

"There was an uncle at the pork shop who would test me with math problems like chickens and rabbits in the same cage. If I could answer them correctly, he would give me some free eggs as a reward."

"By the way, the aunt downstairs from my house would mutter to herself while washing clothes why she was using a washboard."

As Wei Lingling spoke, her tone suddenly changed to the serious voice of a teacher teaching.

"The physical principle of a washboard is to use friction and surface tension to remove dirt from clothing fibers through a process of rubbing and abrasion."

She said this with a straight face and then laughed.

"Haha~, isn't that interesting? The laundry lady would explain high school physics when I passed by."

"Also, there's an old man outside my house who practices calligraphy every day. Every time I pass by, he recites some of the classic poems that are often tested in the Chinese textbook."

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the sharpness of a sword comes from sharpening."

"I would like to express my gratitude to Han Xing, but I will recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."

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Chapter 68 Stupid Matchstick

Seeing that Wei Lingling's words were getting more and more outrageous, Lin Zheng's eyelids twitched wildly, and he finally understood.

"Wait, are you saying that your life has been arranged for you since you were a child, like it's being broadcast live like The Truman Show?"

"Mad! Isn't this too ridiculous?"

He couldn't help but scream.

Such an outrageous thing has made his heart beat faster.

At this moment, he always felt that something was watching him silently.

Could it be that he is also being broadcast live at this moment and there are many people watching him?

"Hey~, I don't know whether it will be live broadcast or not, but I am absolutely sure that my life is arranged."

Wei Lingling smiled, stood up, stacked the two people's bowls and chopsticks together, then carried Shi Shiran to the kitchen, leaving Lin Zheng sitting there to digest this explosive news.

After she finished her work, the two of them sat on the sofa and continued their conversation.

"So, why are you telling me these things?"