With no words in the air, Drow turned and ran. Xia Yinxuan, who was stunned, was left in the pavilion in a daze. She didn't even have the courage to look back. She cried while running, and there was only one sentence in her heart, goodbye, Xia Yinxuan.

Since then, Zhuoer really hasn't seen Xia Yinxuan. At school, both Drow and him avoided each other. Later, he went abroad and went for two years. Later, the news of Xia Yinxuan's return to China was also heard from Jiang Nanchu.

Drow walked through the winding corridor with a heart full of concerns. There was a person standing in the small pavilion at the end of the corridor, and when he looked closely, it was Xia Yinxuan. Xia Yinxuan, who was wearing formal clothes, looked a little more heroic than before. He looked up at the top of a pillar and didn't notice her. Zhuoer told himself that he should avoid Xia Yinxuan, and everyone in the province was embarrassed, but he preferred that his body was not his own, and he didn't understand the command at all. She just stood there like this, silently looking at the distracted Xia Yinxuan.

After a long time, Xia Yinxuan seemed to notice Zhuo'er's gaze and turned her head. Xia Yinxuan plucked slightly, and then smiled at Zhuo Er, a mouthful of white teeth.

He said, "Drow, it's been a long time. “

"yes, long time no see. Drow smiled. She walked to the pavilion. Sit down beside him. "It's been a long time since I've been to school. I miss it very much. ”

Zhuoer had fantasized countless times about her reunion with Xia Yinxuan. She thought that maybe they would meet again on the street after many years, and she could only freeze on the street with tears surging when she watched him pass by; maybe they met at his and Jiang Nanchu's wedding, and she generously gave red envelopes to help them Zhang Luo, but in the end she would cry and fall on the scene. Or, at an ordinary party, Jiang Nan finally brought him to appear, and he could only hide in the bathroom to clean up his heartbreaks. She had countless fantasies and fears that she would lose her temper in public in the face of him, and that her disguise would completely break. never thought that the two of them would reunite in the place where they had pierced the window paper.

It has been said that no matter how happy or sad, time always takes everything. It was as if the mustard and entanglement between them had been taken away by the passage of time. Drow felt that at least for the moment, the atmosphere between them was as calm as a lake, as if they were just ordinary friends who hadn't seen each other in years.

"Yes, I didn't go back to school after I came back to China. Suddenly I missed something. Xia Yinxuan also sat down. He didn't look at her when he spoke, and his eyes drifted out from afar.

Drow didn't know how to continue the conversation. had no choice but to be silent and quietly looked at Xia Yinxuan up close. His hair was a little messy, he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his face was a little pale. Seems to be no shaving in the morning. The chin is green and stubble. The shirt was unbuttoned in 2 pieces, and judging by the bulging pockets of the suit, the tie should have been tucked indiscriminately.

Drow felt that his nose was sour and his eyes were astringent. I don't know if it's for Xia Yinxuan like this, or for my overwhelmed heart. Can't go on like this, when she was about to open her mouth to break the silence, suddenly Xia Yinxuan turned back and said to her, "It's not too early, I'll invite you to dinner." It's been a long time since you've seen you, and it's good to reminisce about the past. Zhuoer was at a loss for a moment, his brain had not yet reflected, and his body couldn't help nodding his head first. Xia Yinxuan smiled lonely and said, "Then let's go." ”

As he was leaving, Zhuoer looked up at the place where Xia Yinxuan had been looking up. The red-painted and whitish pillars are engraved with many words, and near the top, there is a deep inscription: XYX Forever Love JNC. The familiar words are so striking and glaring. She secretly lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The meal was served in a small western restaurant near the school. The environment is quite elegant, with white gerberas in the slender flowers on the table. said that it was a reminiscence, but there were not many words between the two. Occasional conversations are always followed by a long silence. Zhuoer wanted to know what happened between Xia Yinxuan and Jiang Nanchu, but he couldn't ask anything. In the conversation, he deliberately avoided anything related to Jiang Nanchu, and Xia Yinxuan didn't mention it. The two of them have a match, and they only casually talk about their life after graduation.

After a long and torturous dinner, Drow walked out of the dining room as he prepared to escape. Xia Yinxuan said, "Have a drink with me." Drow's intellect repeatedly reminded him to reject him, but his mouth was spitting out a good word.

The bar was noisy and there was rumbling music. There was a small dance floor inside, and many people writhed in the dim flickering lights, like ghosts. Zhuoer and Xia Yinxuan sat next to the bar, thinking about their own thoughts, holding their respective wines.

Drow squinted as he poured the wine into his mouth like water. She wanted to persuade but didn't know where to start. After all, she didn't even know what was going on. only knew that Jiang Nanchu had disappeared, and Xia Yinxuan looked depressed. She struggled to speak, only to find that her voice had been drowned out by the deafening music before she could reach it. sighed and turned his head to drink his own. Actually, she knows about this bar. During college, in order to make a living, Jiang Nanchu worked part-time as a wine salesman here for a long time, and she also brought friends to the show.

Xia Yinxuan still remained silent, just kept pouring himself in. Drow couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he held his cup and turned to look at the people writhing on the dance floor. When Zhuoer felt that her vision was gradually becoming hazy, she turned to look and found that Xia Yinxuan had already fallen on the bar.

She settled the bill and asked the bartender to help move Xia Yinxuan to her car. Xia Yinxuan didn't know anything about it at all, she tilted her head and thought about it in the car for a while, and found that she didn't know where his home was at all. I had to drive the car crookedly to a small single apartment in the city. Fortunately, the journey was relatively smooth, there were no police encounters, and nothing happened. It took a lot of effort for Zhuoer to get Xia Yinxuan into the house. It was easy to leave him on the bed, and she was tired herself. Drow lay on top of him for a long time, and finally calmed down. She got up to leave, but was firmly locked by a pair of strong hands.

Xia Yinxuan's head rested on her body, and her warm breath teased her nerves. Sighing, she used her hand to break his wrapped fingers.

"Don't go, don't go. Xia Yinxuan muttered, her voice low and hoarse.

Drow's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone's hand, twisting it hard. She put down her hands weakly, and Xia Yinxuan overwhelmed her.

"Don't go, don't go......" Xia Yinxuan's eyes were full of heartbreak. Large tears fell from the long eye sockets. Wet her face. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that kept falling for him, but this action seemed to encourage Xia Yinxuan. He plundered everything from her with all his strength. Keep saying don't go, don't go. Drow's hand climbed up, hugged him tightly, and couldn't help but answer to himself, I'm here, I'm here.

"Nan Chu, don't leave me. Don't go, don't go. Xia Yinxuan whispered. Her tears poured down her face, mixed with his, and her mouth was full of bitterness. Theirs was also filled with a strong bitter smell, which made her heart ache and pain, and she didn't have the strength to push him away......

After everything calmed down, Zhuoer quietly looked at Xia Yinxuan, who was already asleep beside him. Let the tears flow out, and then slowly evaporate. She didn't move, just quietly looked at the person around her, as if she wanted to carve every pore of this person into her heart.

When the sky began to be hazy, Zhuoer put on his own clothes and pulled the quilt for Xia Yinxuan. He prepared a glass of water and placed it at the head of the bed, and took one last look at his sleeping face. Resolutely turned and left.

During the Qingming season, the drizzle of early spring began to rain from the first night, not heavy, but there was no tendency to stop. Every year on this day, Jiang Nanchu would go to see his mother, and in order to avoid the crowd, he would run to the cemetery every time before dawn.

Mother and many others were huddled on a large wall. Each person is just a small one-square-meter lattice, that is, a narrow door with a photo with a name on it, and the ashes are stored at the back, and small holes are provided on both sides to worship the flowers. When Jiang Nan first arrived, she was just beginning to shine, and from a distance, she saw that white chrysanthemums had been inserted next to the small lattice belonging to her mother. Jiang Nan was a little surprised in her heart, all along, Qingming came here, and she inserted white chrysanthemum for her mother. But when you think about it, it's okay, and there are people who are worried about their mother, even if they are not there one day, their mother will not be too lonely here.

Jiang Nanchu silently put up the chrysanthemums he brought, and stood quietly in front of his mother's photo, his heart empty. It's been a while since I left everyone I knew, and the days were terrible and quiet, not crying, laughing, noisy, or noisy, but it was peaceful and peaceful.

"Nan Chu" The familiar voice came from behind him. She stiffened slightly. When I looked back, I saw Xia Yinxuan dodging out from behind a row of trees.

"Nan Chu, where have you been?" Xia Yinxuan asked softly, there was no blame in her tone, only deep worry. Jiang Nanchu never thought that he would meet him so soon, and watched Xia Yinxuan approach him step by step in a daze.

"Where have you been?" Xia Yinxuan stood in front of Jiang Nanchu, her face tired, her eyes full of concern, "I've been looking for you." Xia Yinxuan stared at Jiang Nanchu in front of her, she seemed to be thinner than before, her face was a little pale, her lips were tightly curled, and her eyes were empty, losing her former brilliance. She didn't look good, Xia Yinxuan felt a little pain in his heart, he wanted to know why, why did she torture him and torture himself?

Jiang Nanchu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at him and said, "Xia Yinxuan, I think we have broken up." What are you looking for me again? ”

"Why, why did you quit, why did you sell your house, why did you disappear, why did you break up with me?" Xia Yinxuan stared at her tightly and asked, that gaze seemed to see her through and through.

Jiang Nanchu lowered his gaze to look at the ground, avoiding his edge, his five fingers were already clenched tightly, but he still said calmly: "Because I don't love you anymore, because I want to live in a different way, because I want to throw away everything and start over." ”

"Look at me!" Xia Yinxuan was a little excited, holding her with one hand, grabbing her with the other, and forcing her to look at him.

Looking at Xia Yinxuan's eyes with three points of disappointment and seven points of heartache, Jiang Nanchu couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose, and a layer of mist gradually filled his eyes. No, she didn't cry in front of him. If you cry, you lose. Jiang Nanchu bit his lip tightly, and his hands were wrenched together at a loss.

"Mr. Xia Yinxuan, may I ask what you are doing with my girlfriend?"

Xia Yinxuan and Jiang Nanchu were both shocked, looked sideways, and saw that not far from the two of them, Fu Zekai was dressed in white, standing in a chic manner. He was holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, forking one hand, raising an eyebrow, squinting at them with peach blossom eyes, and a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very ruffian.

Before the two of them could react, Fu Zekai had already strode to Jiang Nanchu's side. He domineeringly pulled Jiang Nanchu into his arms. After handing the mineral water in his hand to Jiang Nanchu, he announced his possession and hugged her. "Nan Chu, I helped you bring mineral water. It's been a long wait, the parking lot is a bit far away. He rubbed her to speak, his voice was not big or small, just enough for Xia Yinxuan to hear.

"Nan Chu" Xia Yinxuan stretched out her hand unwillingly, wanting to hold the person who was taken away. Fu Zekai didn't give him the slightest chance, and hid Jiang Nanchu behind him, his tall body covered the petite Jiang Nanchu tightly. He grabbed Xia Yinxuan's outstretched hand, looked at him coldly and said, "Xia Yinxuan, I think Nan Chu made it clear last time." I've broken up with you and don't love you anymore. Please don't come back to harass us. After saying that, he shook off Xia Yinxuan's hand vigorously, pulled Jiang Nanchu away, and didn't even look at Xia Yinxuan, who was stunned in the local area.

It wasn't until he was stuffed into his arrogant Porsche by Fu Zekai that Jiang Nanchu came back to his senses. Quietly watched him skillfully fasten her seat belt, get into the car, light the fire, and start.

The car was winding along the winding road, and it was not going fast. There are a lot of cars on the road, they should all come to sweep the tombs, and there are many people who walk up the mountain, and there is a lively scene on the not wide road. There was silence in the car, except for the low roar of the heater and the heartbeats of each other.

Jiang Nanchu felt a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for helping me out." Fu Zekai didn't answer, didn't even look at her, and stared straight ahead with his eyes. One hand pulled a tissue from the tissue box in the car and handed it to her. Jiang Nanchu was a little stunned and reached out to take it, Fang felt that her face was a little damp and cold, she reached out to touch it, it turned out that she had already burst into tears.

"Thanks, I just ...... It's just ......" Fu Zekai sighed softly, making Jiang Nanchu's "just" stuck there. yes, why should she find any excuses to explain, it's just 。。。。。。 anyway She turned her head to look out the window, ignoring the white-jointed hands gripping the steering wheel.

The insomnia and pain for several days had already exhausted Jiang Nanchu. Fu Zekai's Porsche is still so warm and comfortable, so that before she knows it, her eyelids are slowly closed. When she was in a daze, she felt a big hand, which was doting on the top of her head, and her heart was at peace, and she finally fell asleep.

The afternoon sun slanted into the car, just stabbing Jiang Nanchu's eyelids, she intuitively reached out to block it, and found that it couldn't be covered at all. Struggling to open his eyes, squinted by the sunlight. It took a while to get used to the light, and my heart was clear. Fu Zekai stopped on the side of the road she didn't recognize. The leaves of the sycamore tree are still small, and they can't block the sun from the west. Looking at the sun in front of me, the morning rain was like a dream from a long time ago. The body is covered with Fu Zekai's coat, and the water bottle he has been holding in his hand is also slightly warm.

Fu Zekai leaned on the front of the car, holding a cigarette in one hand and gently tapping on the hood with the other to a monotonous rhythm. The soot had accumulated for a long time, and I didn't see him smoke it or knock it off. His eyes drifted far, far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His side face is very handsome, and his straight nose adds a lot of points, which is a little more manly than looking at the front. The sunlight streamed through his slightly curly hair, casting him an unreal golden glow. This kind of Fu Zekai is very pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Nanchu stared blankly at the beautiful man in front of him, and was hesitating whether to call him out loud. As if sensing her thoughts, he turned his head and met Jiang Nanchu's eyes. Fu Zekai smiled at her. The smile in the backlight was very dazzling, and she couldn't help but squint.

"Woke up, are you hungry?" Fu Zekai pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

"Well, oh, it's okay, what time is it, how long have I been asleep?" Jiang Nanchu handed over his coat. He took it and threw it in the back seat. took the mineral water bottle she had been holding in her hand, thoughtfully unscrewed the lid, and handed it to her.

"Oh, thanks. She did feel thirsty, so she thanked her and grabbed it and drank it.

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm hungry. Let's go to dinner. Fu Zekai grabbed a piece of paper and reached out to wipe the water stains on her lips.

"Ah, why didn't you wake me up?" Jiang Nanchu was a little uneasy at heart, thinking that Fu Zekai probably hadn't eaten anything since morning.

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Zekai started the car and drove forward slowly.

"Let's make porridge. For some reason, she thought of the pot of burnt rice porridge.

She would never have thought that he would know about this old porridge restaurant full of civilian taste.

The name of the restaurant is called Old Porridge Restaurant, and the façade is not big or small, clean and bright street shop. There is only one in the city, and the porridge is definitely boiled for more than six hours, and the children are not bullied. In addition to selling porridge, the store also sells some Hong Kong-style snacks, which are not rich in variety, but the taste is absolutely first-class.

Fu Zekai went around and didn't find a place to park, so he casually put it on the side of the road and pulled Jiang Nanchu to the store.

"Hey, how did you know about this place?" Jiang Nanchu asked him with some curiosity, "Didn't you just return to China?"

"Xu Dachuan brought me here. He squinted at her with peach blossom eyes, obviously looking down on him.

"Oh~ The third brother can indeed always find something delicious. Jiang Nan was clear.

Although it is not the peak season for dining, there are many people in the restaurant. It took a while to find a spot. It's not by the window, but it's still bright. After settling down, Fu Zekai directly brought a small snack from the store, set up a table full of them, and asked for a big bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge for himself and Jiang Nanchu. The porridge is stewed very much, you can't see the appearance of rice grains, and the preserved eggs are also melted in the period, the color of bruises, purple and purple, filled with a strong aroma of meat, just smelling it makes people's index fingers move. The two of them were indeed hungry, so they didn't speak, just buried their heads in the big bowl of fragrant porridge in front of them.

"It's delicious, it's filling, it's comfortable. After drinking the last sip, Jiang Nanchu raised his head and sighed in satisfaction.

"That's so full, right?" Xia Yinxuan, who had already begun to settle the small snacks piled up on the table, raised her eyebrows, and stuffed the fried golden cake she had just sandwiched into her empty porridge bowl, "This is delicious, try it." ”

"I'm full. Although her mouth protested, she obediently picked it up and put it in her mouth. The golden cake is sweet, soft and chewy. Jiang Nanchu couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked like he was enjoying it.

"yes, it's delicious. Fu Zekai looked at her excitedly, like a child who had done good deeds and was waiting for praise.

"Yes, that's right. It's delicious. Jiang Nanchu resisted the urge to reach out and touch his curly hair, and smiled sweetly at him, his eyes narrowed into a crooked crescent moon, and his nose wrinkled slightly. There are still a few drops of sweat oozing from drinking hot porridge on the tip of the nose, which is crystal clear.

Fu Zekai seemed to be encouraged, and began to hand Jiang Nanchu all kinds of snacks in the bowl. While keeping clipping, I kept saying that this is delicious, this is also delicious, and you must like this.

Jiang Nanchu looked at the bowl that was piled up in an instant, and he was angry and funny. "Hey, are you feeding me like a pig?" she protested.

"Pigs?? No kidding. If the pigs were to be as thin as you, the slaughterhouse would be closed. It's all substandard products. Fu Zekai looked Jiang Nanchu up and down with a fascinated look, and said very seriously.

"It doesn't matter, they can choose to kill you. Jiang Nan calmly threw the words back.

"Hey??Am I that fat?" Fu Zekai stood up with a serious face, and was about to take off his shirt. Jiang Nanchu smiled and stretched out his hand to stop him, "Okay, okay." Trust you.

The two sat down with a smile, and Jiang Nanchu, who had giggled, had two blush on his slightly pale face. Fu Zekai looked at her with a smile, and the tenderness in his eyes was like the morning sun, sprinkled warmly on his body. "You should eat more, and don't abuse yourself if anything happens. His voice flowed into her heart like a hot spring.

"En" Jiang Nan responded at the beginning and hid his face behind a large bowl full of dim sum. Which is the real Fu Zekai, he leans under the street lamp and raises his eyebrows, there is a bit of ruffian; he carries her upstairs, he has a mature manhood in his arms; he leans on the front of the car and smokes and looks into the distance, there is a heavy sense of vicissitudes; and he who has just played treasure, but he is like a big child; now he stares at her, but there is a kind of reassuring warmth.

In the end, those beautiful little snacks were still not finished. Jiang Nanchu felt that it was a waste to pack a lunch box. The two walked out of the old porridge restaurant with their lunch boxes satisfied, but found that Fu Zekai's windmill was missing.

Fu Zekai stood on the side of the road where he was parked, looked at the illegal parking announcement on the ground, and tilted his head helplessly and said to Jiang Nanchu: "Why, when did China move so fast." We just had a meal and dragged it away. ”

"I told you not to stop messing around, look, it's troublesome. Jiang Nanchu was a little uneasy, after all, he stopped here because he said he wanted to drink porridge.

"There's no way, I can only take a taxi to take you back. Fu Zekai shrugged indifferently and raised his hand to greet the taxi.

"I took a taxi myself. It doesn't matter. Jiang Nanchu was a little anxious to refuse.

Although Fu Zekai didn't reply, when the taxi came, he didn't let her say anything at all, stuffed her into the car, and followed him in.

"Sunshine Garden Phase 1," he told the driver the address. The "good" driver is a cheerful and talkative uncle, talking and laughing with Fu Zekai all the way, talking about local snacks from the global economy. Jiang Nanchu couldn't interject, so he had to hold the lunch box and look at the scenery outside the window helplessly.

"Next time you meet my car, let's have a good chat. When they arrived at the place, the unsatisfied driver uncle was still talking loudly and waving goodbye to them.

I really can't imagine that this young master and the taxi driver can talk so speculatively. Jiang Nanchu thought stupidly all the way. It wasn't until he came to the elevator in front of the rented unit building that he reacted, and Fu Zekai was still following behind him. After pressing the elevator, she politely said, "Thank you, I was very happy today." I've arrived. ”

Unexpectedly, Fu Zekai didn't pay attention to her euphemistic eviction order at all, and flashed into the elevator first, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and the ruffian smile on his face. Jiang Nanchu looked confused, so he had to follow into the elevator. When she came in, Fu Zekai raised his hand and pressed the button on the 11th floor. How did he know he lived on the 11th floor here? Jiang Nanchu's face was even more confused, so he had to look at him blankly and wait for an answer, but Fu Zekai didn't speak, but the smile on his face grew.

The 11th floor arrived. Walking out of the elevator, Jiang Nanchu stood at his door at a loss, not knowing whether to invite Fu Zekai to sit in and have a cup of tea kindly, or to tell him bluntly that he should go back. Just when she froze there, Fu Zekai calmly took out the key with a smile and opened the door opposite her house.

"I live here. Do you want to come in and visit, Nan Chu. He leaned against the half-open door. looked at Jiang Nanchu with a stunned face with a smile.

"You, do you live next to me?" Jiang Nanchu, who finally found himself, his eyes widened, staring at Fu Zekai, who had a look on his face and smiled like a weasel who had stolen a chicken.

It was already late at night, Jiang Nanchu sat on the bed with his head on his lap, one hand pressed tightly, clenched his teeth tightly, and waited for the pain to slowly retreat. There was water all over the face, but I couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat, and the bangs and side hair were wet and sticky.

There were no lights on in the room. Since moving here, she has rarely turned on the lights at night. It's dark at all, the night always hides a lot of things. For example, the silent tears will not seem so dazzling, and the scenery in front of you will not be distorted because of blurring. The pain subsided little by little, she exhaled softly, slowly relaxed her tense body and fingers, tilted her head, and saw the cold crescent moon outside the window.

The advantage of living on the 11th floor and not having too tall buildings around you is that you don't have to draw the curtains forever at night. The moonlight was hazy, probably because the weather hadn't been very good lately, and there were faint clouds shrouded in it. There are always no bright stars in the city, and it is even more difficult to see shadows at night. Just like this, the thin moon hung alone in the vast sky that was dimly purple-red reflected by the lights of the city that never sleeped. The faint light is bright and dark with the fluttering clouds, like a small boat, floating on the stormy sea, rising and falling with the waves, and the next second of each struggle may be annihilation.

The pain finally calmed down completely, but the tears fell back disobediently. It ran down his cheeks, rolled over the bridge of his nose, and slowly wet his knees. Since she was a child, she was a child who didn't like to cry, and her same stubborn mother always told her not to cry, if she cried, she would lose. She has always hated losing, and she doesn't know what she will export, but she has very little, and she can't afford to lose anything, so she learns to hold back her tears when she is in pain. Is it because she really doesn't have anything? Or is it because she has already lost, lost a mess, lost everything. Now the tears have become so weak. I cry when I hurt, I cry when I am sad, as if I want to make up for all the years I have endured before, and I can't even cry when I look at the moonlight.

wanted to pull the corners of his mouth to laugh at his weakness, but what came out in the end was a long sigh. Jiang Nanchu slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Still don't want to turn on the light, all I see in the mirror is a vague figure. It's nice not to see my already crying swollen eyes and haggard face. Jiang Nanchu opened the head of the hone while thinking, and when the water temperature was a little warm, he picked up a handful and slapped it on his face. Just as I was about to wash again, I heard a bang in the kitchen, and the water in the halter stopped.

She quickly ran to the kitchen to check, only to see that the hose connected to the water heater had fallen off. The water is gushing out. She instinctively grabbed a rag and wanted to plug it, but where she could block it, the water kept spraying down her fingers, and she was wet all over. The water on the ground gradually overflowed the feet. Jiang Nanchu was even more panicked, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, closing the general gate! She lost the futile rag, turned on the light to look for it, and found the bathroom from the kitchen to the balcony. All the places where the gates could be set up have been searched, but there is no place for the sluices. The water was flowing. In the quiet night, the sound made her heart beat faster. The water has overflowed the shallow steps of the kitchen and is flowing everywhere, in the living room, bedroom, and bathroom.

By the way, looking for a property! Excitedly walked to the living room, but suddenly remembered that this was not the community she was used to. She had only recently moved in, and she was living like a hermit, and she had no idea where the office was. She thought of calling the police again, but she had already lost her mobile phone, and the landline here had not been handled......

Jiang Nanchu knelt helplessly in the water, and there were only three words turning over and over in his head, what to do, what to do, what to do. The sound of the rushing water is like a drum hanging from the tip of the heart, beating non-stop. Just when she was about to despair. The ghost in his mind flashed a face, raising one eyebrow high, squinting and picking eyes, and a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. Jiang Nanchu had a feeling as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, she quickly got up from the ground, rushed to open the door, and the house was full of water, and with the opening of the door, it was like a corridor attacking. I don't care if it's the middle of the night or if the other party is asleep. She raised her hand and was about to knock on Fu Zekai's door, but the door suddenly opened.

Fu Zekai was dressed neatly, and he looked like he was going out, and he was stunned at the door looking at Jiang Nanchu in front of him. I saw her standing at her door like a chicken in soup, shaking like an autumn leaf, and one hand was still half-raised in the air. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and her lips were shaking. Seeing him, Jiang Nanchu burst into tears. He suddenly felt as if his heart had been pinched.

"I ...... My home...... Cracked water pipes...... It's cracked. She said as she cried. The voice was hoarse and broken.

Only then did he notice that the water from her house was almost flooding into his door. Don't panic, he took three steps and two steps towards the staircase.

Jiang Nanchu stood stupidly and continued to cry. After a while, he heard the sound of water in his house stop. Fu Zekai closed the floodgates.

"I ...... I don't know...... Know...... The gate is in the staircase...... Where is the stairway. She held back her crying and looked at him with red and swollen teary eyes, like a child who had been greatly wronged. Thinking that it was too hard to endure, she began to hiccup. Fu Zekai looked as if a green plum had been stuffed into his heart, and his chest was sour.

She stood in front of him so helplessly, drenched in wet, without shoes, her feet kept alternating on each other. His hands didn't seem to know where to put them, and they writhed, and big tears continued to pour out of his eyes. He couldn't understand why so many tears could be hidden in such a small body, and it seemed that he was crying every time he saw her.

"It's okay, Nan Chu. It's okay. He reached out, just to hug her shivering body, to give her all his heat. At this time, there was a scolding voice in the corridor. The water in her house leaked downstairs, and the residents downstairs came up to protest. Fu Zekai quickly took off his windbreaker, wrapped her small body, and then blocked in front of her.

It was a middle-aged couple in their 40s who came up, scolding and scolding all the way, and when they saw someone, they didn't care about it. Jiang Nanchu wrapped Fu Zekai's clothes and shrank behind him, watching him and the people who came.

Fu Zekai's back was very thick, and Jiang Nanchu suddenly remembered that night, he carried her up to the sixth floor, and she leaned her head on him all the way. The sound of a strong heartbeat made people feel warm and safe one by one. If his back rests on it. Is it so warm, and can you hear the heartbeat that makes people feel safe? Jiang Nanchu stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it, but saw him suddenly turn to look at her, his hand was frozen in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat. She had to pull out a dry smile to meet his inquiring eyes.

"Still in a daze, I'm sending you away, but you're still in a daze. He curled up his index finger and scraped her nose with his knuckles. The mouth is blaming, but the eyes are pitying.

"Thank you," she thanked in pain, covering her nose, her voice thick and nasal.

Fu Zekai took her hand and went into his room. Lost a set of thick pajamas to him. "Don't worry, new, I didn't wear it. As he spoke, he shoved her into the bathroom. "Hurry up and take a hot shower. I went looking for the property. He had closed the door for her and exited the bathroom.

The hot bath drove out the panic and coldness in her body just now, and the fresh smell of Fu Zekai's bath gel also made her feel familiar and reassured. His thick pajamas were so big that he had to pull up the cuffs and trouser legs. It is funny to look at yourself in the mirror, like a child who has stolen adult clothes.

"Fu Zekai?" the living room was empty. He was not seen. She called softly, but did not answer. Jiang Nanchu began to look for him in the room. It's obviously the same house type, but he is more like a home here than where she lives. It seems that Fu Zekai is a person who loves cleanliness and knows how to enjoy. The same is a small two-bedroom house, and here and there can only be described by four words. Fu Zekai's house is simple and clean. The living room has a comfortable and wide sofa and a handsome and fashionable home audio-visual system. A woolly carpet is laid under the simple coffee table, and the furniture is dominated by a calm blue tone. Embellished with a little lime yellow, generous, calm but not cold. There were two rooms, and the larger one made the bedroom. The small one should be his study, with a big desk, comfortable chairs and computers in the small room, simple and elegant. It's all coffee-toned. The same quiet and calm.

"Fu Zekai?" Jiang Nanchu called softly again, but there was still no response. The bedroom and study were also seen. It seems that he is no longer in the room, where will he go? She looked down, but it was a big cat rubbing at her feet

What a beautiful cat, with long fluffy fur, a round head, and green eyes. The nose and the lower part of the face are covered with white hair, which continues all the way. The upper part of the face is covered with black hair, which continues to cover the tail. The limbs are also black. But the claws are all white, as if they are wearing four small white boots, which is very playful and cute.

Jiang Nanchu has always liked cats, and he is very happy to see such a beautiful one at this moment. She crouched down to tickle it, and the cat was very cooperative and turned it over. Revealing a white belly, there are still four growing comfortably with her movements.

The sudden sound of "Shakespeare" startled her, and when she turned around, she saw Fu Zekai leaning against the door looking at her with a smile. He looked a little funny, the sleeves of his shirt were pulled to the top, the trousers of his suit were rolled up, and he was wearing a pair of plastic slippers under his long legs. He still has a broom in his hand. She has always seen Fu Zekai as a handsome and scumbag merry man. Suddenly I saw him like this...... Kindness...... Such a civilian dress can't help but make her a little stunned.

"The cat's name is Shakespeare. Fu Zekai looked at her dumbfounded, so he continued to explain with a smile.

Jiang Nanchu burst out laughing. Fu Zekai was even more proud, and said like a treasure: "How about it, it's a great name." Because of its dramatic comparison, it matches the name perfectly. ”

The way he explained excitedly and the dress was really more dramatic, Jiang Nanchu laughed more and more, and looked at him, shrugging one after another.

"Okay, you're laughing at me. Thank you for working so hard to help you deal with the flooding in your house. Fu Zekai finally understood that she was laughing at him. So he pretended to be vicious. Strode towards Jiang Nanchu. He raised his broom high and was about to hit it down.