"What are you for?" The fishy intent that instantly surged up in his throat, as if something was stuck there, and he was obviously drained of his strength, but he still questioned loudly.

Just a few minutes ago, Dad was taken away by the police of the Commercial Crime Bureau, and the man who had just taken an oath to her standing in front of the priest was as calm as a mirror, smooth and unable to refract any emotion, and his silence was the best answer to her questioning.

Sunlight shines through the stained glass of the church and falls on her white wedding dress, and her face is as red as blood.

After a moment of silence, his indifferent voice instantly shattered the lingering expectation in her heart, "Roshi, you are too naïve. ”

His facial features crumbled little by little in front of her, and at the end they dissipated into countless fragments in the bright light......

"Don't go!" she sat up from her bed.

It's this dream again!

Four years later, she still dreams of the wedding day, and time still seems to her to stay in place, even though her life has long been turned upside down.

Roshi patted her forehead, the obvious lack of sleep made her weak, and reached for the cup, which was already empty.

The bedside was full of materials for this new book, so much that there was no place to put her feet, and she jumped to find a "living way" to the kitchen.

The fridge was full of mineral water, and she picked up a bottle and twisted the lid open, craned her neck and drank most of it, the cold feeling passing through her throat, followed by a clever from head to toe.

It's not that she doesn't know that cold water is not good for her body, but if she is not stimulated, she can't really wake up.

Luo Xi was still thinking about whether to drink the remaining half, when the sound of the key twisting the door lock came, followed by a roar of the Hedong lion that shook the mountain, "Man Xiaohua, you get out of here." ”

Calling her pen name, it seems that the other party is really angry.

"Huh?" Roshi came out of the kitchen with half of his face, his half-squinted eyes, dark circles, languid like a cat's squint, as if he would never wake up.

"Tomorrow is the deadline for submission, do you know the way or do you know the way?" Xia Yueyang threw the magazine in his hand on the coffee table, and at the same time put on it a hot breakfast.

Zhilu said. She stepped out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa with a big grin and began to enjoy her free breakfast, and halfway through eating, she said to Xia Yue with her mouth stuffed with steamed buns: "Isn't there another day?"

"What about your manuscript?" Xia Yue stretched out his five fingers.

Luo Xi stuffed another piece of steamed bread into his mouth, trying to change the subject, "This steamed bun...... Hmm...... It's delicious. ”

"Luo Xi, you choke to death, I've had enough of these days!" Xia Yue ravaged the panda pillow in her arms, "Can you have a little talent, just once, just once, just once without delaying the manuscript?" The threshold of your house is almost flattened by me, I can't wait to grow a pair of hands to paint for you, please, ancestor, eldest lady, dear, can you be inspired, and let me taste the happiness of getting the original manuscript in advance one day?"

Roshi drank the porridge and deliberately made a loud noise.

On the delivery day of each month, Xia Yue has to nag like a mantra for half an hour, which may be a common problem of being an editor, because the painter in charge cannot deliver the manuscript in time, and if he does not deliver the manuscript, he will not be able to print.

However, Luo Xi is not worried, although she has never submitted the original manuscript in advance, and she has never delayed Xia Yue's major events, as a popular cartoonist of B&G, she is still very professional, Xia Yue is complaining here, it is nothing more than scolding Huai and venting the depression in her heart.

When Xia Yue left, Luo Xiyang flipped through the magazine she put on the coffee table, and there was a copy of today's newspaper pressed under the magazine.

On the cover of the front page, there are a few prominent big words, "The Central Military Commission on Conferring ...... on the Supreme Commander of the Army's Special Forces"

Staring at that large-format photo, a warm olive green.

The picture only captures a vaguely clear side face, in the twilight morning, such eyebrows, eyes and nose bridge, there is a kind of eye-catching and compelling heroic spirit, which is more stable and profound than the day I first saw it.

It turned out that he was awarded the medal yesterday, so he must have made some great contributions.

In the past four years, he can be described as calling for wind and rain, and the speed of his rise in position is comparable to that of a rocket, and she has always been the one who stands in place and looks up at his height, such a high and cold position, she can't reach.

Roshi stared at the newspaper for a moment, then suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom.

Anyway, she's going to try her luck today.