She hadn't seen Quan Zichen smile for half a year, and every day when she came back, his face was colder than frost. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mother Wang didn't dare to say much, so she went to bring the hot meal.

In the past, it was Mu Qingqing and Quan Zichen who ate together, but in the past six months, Quan Zichen has always been the only one.

When Mu Qingqing is there, no matter how big the living room is, it will not lack popularity.

She could always babble and talk, from east to west, from the math teacher to the little hamster.

Although Quan Zichen at that time did not speak, nor did he talk, he would even yell at Mu Qingqing. But Wang Ma could see that there was always a shallow smile on the corner of Quan Zichen's mouth.

The best love in the world is that she's messing around, he's laughing.

However, now, there is only Quan Zichen alone in the living room.

His appetite is not good, in fact, since Mu Qingqing left, his stomach has not been very good.

I don't eat much of the food every time, and sometimes I don't even eat it.

Wang's mother was anxious in her eyes, because, in the past six months, Wang's mother called Uncle Li in the middle of the night several times and said that Quan Shao's stomach was uncomfortable again, so come and send him to the hospital.

He always drank a lot of alcohol in the middle of the night, and he drank until his stomach bleed.

However, within a few days of hospitalization, he would forget again and continue to smoke and drink.

Wang Ma watched Quan Zichen lose weight little by little, but there was nothing she could do.

Sure enough, today, after eating a few bites, Quan Zichen put down the dishes and chopsticks, and walked upstairs without looking back.

"Quan Shao, you eat more, you didn't eat breakfast this morning. "Mother Wang is really anxious.

"I can't eat it. Quan Zichen's thin lips opened lightly, and only dropped these three cold words.

Wang Ma didn't dare to persuade again, she couldn't be clearer about Quan Zichen's temper, and she couldn't think of any good way.

As soon as Quan Zichen went upstairs, his footsteps stopped in front of Mu Qingqing's room.

Habits that have been cultivated over the years cannot be broken.

He reached out to push her door open, but the thought that she was no longer there made me feel a pang of loss.

He withdrew his hand and returned to his room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he opened the curtains and saw the snow all over the world, fluttering one after another.

The villa of the Quan family has long since turned white, and a few plum blossoms in the garden have also been annihilated by the snow, and there is a white patch everywhere.

This year's snow has been really heavy.

He knew that she loved the snow. Every winter when it snows, she runs out to build a snowman, no matter how cold it gets.

I remember one time when she couldn't find something to make eyes for the snowman, she secretly pulled two buttons off the sleeves of his suit.

It took a lot of effort to tear it off, and just when she was beaming, she was carried into the house by him and taught her a hard lesson.

Not long after the training, she forgot about it and continued to run out to build a snowman the next day.

He looked at her cold red face and felt distressed, so she stuffed her cold little hand into his pocket: "Brother, cover it for me." The pockets are not very warm and I would like to ......"

With that, she smiled slyly and quickly lifted his clothes, trying to put her hand into his arms.

He was faster, slapped her hand away and sneered: "Little girl, shameless." ”

She's like that, sometimes a little lady, sometimes a little rascal, sometimes a wooden stake.............

Thinking of this, he lit another cigarette......

In the past few days when it has been snowing heavily in City A, it has also been snowing in Paris.

It was freezing cold, and it seemed that he could fall even a few steps.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, wrapped in scarves and masks, holding umbrellas and burying their heads in their heads. Everyone wanted to go home as soon as possible so that they could sit in front of the fireplace and have a fire.

The snow is so heavy that it hurts and gets cold when you hit your face.

Mu Qingqing used the little money she had to buy cotton clothes, and she was almost out of food.

She trembled and put her hands to her lips to breathe, braving the heavy snow to find part-time jobs one by one.

She just started working in City G, on the edge of City A, for a while, and was afraid of being found, so she smuggled to France.

Quan Zichen had already lost those bank cards, and as soon as she exchanged the money for euros, she only had a few meals of change left in her pocket.

She began to do odd jobs everywhere, helping people look after the store, helping people inject their pets, and doing almost everything she could.

But these jobs are often tiring and have little money, and if you don't do it for a few days, you will lose your job.

In this way, she scattered around looking for odd jobs to do, and it was not until winter came that she could barely find a place to live.

Such a snowy day made Mu Qingqing very annoying.

In the past, in the Kwon family, when it snowed, she was always as happy as a bunny.

She would bounce around and run into the garden to build a snowman, which was what she did every winter. Playing with a red face and stiff hands, she is not afraid, anyway, the Quan family has heating, and some people prepare various heaters for her.

But now, snowy days are her nightmare.

It's hard to walk in such weather, and even odd jobs are hard to find.

She had no heating, no thick padded jacket, and she couldn't even eat.

Thinking of her days in the Quan family, there was a faint wry smile on the corner of her mouth. But she doesn't regret leaving, not at all.

Because, the person she used to be closest to didn't want her anymore, he annoyed her, hated her, lied to him......

She would rather walk alone in this cold winter than go back to Quan's house to see him.

She wanted to slowly forget about him, to get rid of him forever and ever, as if she had never met him in her life.

She knew that one day, it wouldn't be hard.

Mu Qingqing rubbed his hands and kept putting them to his mouth to breathe.

But when the cold snowflakes fell on her face, her nose was sore, and she still wanted to cry.

Cold, cold in the skin.

She clasped her arms in her hands, and her little face was red from the cold. In the morning, I was woken up by freezing before dawn, and then I didn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

When she got up, she didn't take care of her hair and went out to do odd jobs.

She buried her head in her collar and braved the snow to walk forward.

She was too small for anyone to notice her, and no one would come to sympathize with her, even if she had been hungry for two meals and had not eaten.

Just when she thought she was about to be cornered, suddenly, she looked up and saw a job posting in a small restaurant.

Informal small restaurants hire zero-hour workers.

Mu Qingqing saw from the beginning to the end, and found that he could only wash dishes, but it was only one euro for washing dishes for an hour.

One euro, that's more than six dollars.

Mu Qingqing gritted her teeth, it is better to have money than no money, she is almost desperate.

I mustered up the courage to go in and ask, but fortunately, the boss didn't refuse, and after looking her up and down, he agreed to let her stay.

The boss is a Malaysian, and his shrewd eyes are always turning around, and he can't tell what the hell he is thinking.

"Your name is Mu Qingqing, how old are you?"

"Seventeen. ”

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