Chapter Seventy-Eight: Deciding to Go Home

Zuo Ziyi was a little addicted to this impulse.

After a short silence, Ruoye wanted to talk to Zuo Ziyi about the bitterness of Rowling's farewell, and she called softly: "Brother Yi!"

Obviously, with a hint of melancholy, the impulse in Zuo Ziyi's body disappeared instantly, and was replaced by worry: "What's wrong?"

"Why do you say people are separated?" Ruoye's voice was very soft and very small, he paused for a while, and saw that Zuo Ziyi did not answer, and continued to his own thoughts: "Will the two people who are separated meet again?

Although Zuo Ziyi didn't know why she said this, he felt very sorry for her sadness, and was about to open his mouth, when Wakaba's voice came again: "Brother Yi, I think I should go back too! ”

Zuo Ziyi's hand holding the mobile phone shook, "Ruoruo, you ......" He didn't dare to say the words behind him, choking in his throat.

Ruoye didn't seem to hear him, and continued: "Brother Yi, do you say that I can come to Beijing again after I go back? If I can't come, will I never see you again?" ”

A panic rose in Zuo Ziyi's heart, if the previous words were to tell herself, is she leaving? Not only is she leaving, is she going to leave and never coming back? He closed his eyes and opened them again, "No, if you really don't come to Beijing, then I will come to you." We're not going to separate. Trust me, Ruoruo!" How could he let such a baby leave him, he already knew everything about Wakaba a few months ago, including his hometown, and what friends he had in his hometown.

"Well, good!" Wakaba's mood seemed to be better because of this sentence. But when she thought about the problems she had to face when she returned, she was silent again.

"Ruoruo, are you going home?"

"Hmm!"

"When!"

"I haven't bought a ticket yet!"

"I'll send you!"

"Send me, no, no, I have very few things, I ......"

"I mean, I'll go back with you. ”

"What, come with me, go back together?" Wakaba repeated in disbelief.

"Hmm. ”

"No, no, no" Wakaba's voice was raised, he was really scared, a bunch of questions, if he was brought back again, it would be completely over.

"Why?"

"People are terrible!" Wakaba said without even thinking about it.

"Oh!" Zuo Ziyi knew that she had run away from home, and he was a little worried that she would be scolded when she went back, so he would say that he would accompany her back, how could he expose himself to her family?

"Brother Yi... I..."Wakaba is in awe of her mother and home, she hates it and loves it. She didn't know if he would understand her feelings, and his injuries, so forget it, let's not talk about it!

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing? I just wanted to call you. Wakaba replied immediately, speaking quickly.

knew that there must be something going on with such Ruoruo, but she didn't want to tell herself how many things she was hiding in her heart, and he really wanted to tell her that he could share it for her.

In a thousand words, he just said casually: "Ruoruo, it would be better if you removed the shouting words." ”

"Shouting words to get rid of? just want to ...... You?" Wakaba followed his thoughts, repeated, and heard the opposite "I miss you too", only to realize that he was being tricked again, his face was white and red, who rarely thought about it.

"Ruoruo, it's late, let's rest early. I'll be downstairs at eight o'clock tomorrow. ”

Say good night to each other and after hanging up the phone, the sorrow in Wakaba's heart has almost disappeared!

Wakaba looked at Rowling's empty room, took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat and sent a blessing message to Rowling, and saw that the time was already eight o'clock. I went back to my bedroom, grabbed my scarf and went downstairs.

Zuo Ziyi had already arrived half an hour ago, and when he saw Wakaba appear, he immediately got out of the car, took the scarf in her hand, and wrapped it around her skillfully.

Wakaba was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly and followed into the car.

"When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived, what do you want to eat?" Zuo Ziyi glanced at the back seat and started the car. It doesn't matter, I didn't eat it before, but recently, I can buy some soy milk fritters along the road, or egg scones. ”

"Where's the cake?"

"Cakes are expensive, sweet, and not delicious!"

"Oh, I thought Ruo Ruo liked it as long as he ate it!" Zuo Ziyi's mouth curved slightly.

How could Ran Ruoye not hear his narrowness, and glared angrily: "Who said, there are many things that I don't eat, such as mutton and seafood, these are all delicious things that others say, I feel that it is very difficult to eat, and I can't eat it at all." ”

"Don't eat mutton?" Zuo Ziyi stopped at the traffic light intersection, turned his head sideways, and looked at Wakaba meaningfully.

"Well, I don't eat it, I can't get used to it. After saying that, Wakaba remembered in his meaningful eyes that he had denied not eating mutton.

Thinking of this, Ran Ruoye slowly tilted her head out of the window, she really can't lie, look, this is a slap in the face?

Zuo Ziyi looked at her expression, the corners of his mouth curled even more, looked at the green light indication, and stepped on the accelerator.

"You really don't want to eat cake?" he remembered Su Han telling him that Wakaba always liked to order a small cake when he was drinking afternoon tea.

Wakaba ignored him.

"Okay! Then Ruoruo can throw it for me. ”

"Throw what?" Wakaba turned his head and looked at Zuo Ziyi suspiciously, and then followed his gaze to see the bag on the back seat.

Without waiting for Zuo Ziyi to speak, she unbuckled her seat belt, straightened her body, took the bag over, and re-fastened the seat belt, only to open it and see that it was actually a small cake packaging box, which was particularly exquisite.

Her eyes lit up, she glanced at Zuo Ziyi suspiciously, and then carefully opened the box, a charming chocolate cake appeared in front of her, she couldn't wait to twist half a piece of strawberry with her hand, just fed it to her mouth, before she tasted its deliciousness, a cold voice sounded in her ears: "It's not that you don't eat cake?"

Wakaba was stunned: "Hmm... I don't eat it, but... What a pity to throw it away! So I'm going to solve it!"

Listening to her serious excuse, Zuo Ziyi pursed his lips and turned into an obvious smile: "Well, thank you Ruoruo for making it difficult!"

Wakaye wrinkled his nose dissatisfied, didn't make a sound, and enjoyed the delicious cake, after eating a few bites, he felt that it was too quiet, forked a small piece of cake, and looked at Zuo Ziyi: "Brother Yi, are you eating?"

Zuo Ziyi glanced sideways, there was only one fork, squinted, and nodded.

"Give. Wakaba crossed the small cake and handed it over.

"But I'm going to drive!" Zuo Ziyi said helplessly.

"Oh, what then? Why don't you let you eat for a while?" Wakaba said, retracting his hand.