Unexpectedly, the phone was answered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhao Shuangwei panicked for a while, she hung up the phone in a hurry, panting violently with palpitations.

But...... How so?

She hesitantly glanced down at her mobile phone again, yes, on the record of dialing, the three big words "Li Zhijun" were clearly displayed.

Before Zhao Shuangwei came back to his senses, the phone in his hand rang again. She was startled, and hurriedly went to look at the screen, but it was "Li Zhijun" again.

Zhao Shuangwei sorted out her mood and calmly picked it up: "Hey? Zhijun? "That's her boyfriend, whether it's a human or a ghost, she has nothing to fear.

"Weiwei, it's me." A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and almost without thinking, Zhao Shuangwei came to his senses.

It's Han Joon.

"Male...... Male god? How could you be holding his phone? As soon as the words came out, Zhao Shuangwei couldn't help but feel stupid. That's right, Han Zhun is his elder brother, and it is normal to hold Li Zhijun's relics.

"Weiwei, are you alright? I'm a little worried about you. Han Zhun's voice was really familiar to Zhao Shuangwei, but she never expected that one day, her male god would say to her on the phone, "I'm a little worried about you."

For a while, Zhao Shuangwei remembered the dispute with Zhao's father just now, and all the grievances came to her heart again. She cried in a low voice, one at a time, like a dense needle, penetrating into the softest place in Han Zhun's heart. "Don't cry." He comforted softly, but was also a little overwhelmed.

Such a gentle Han Zhun reminded her of Li Zhijun. Every time when her mood fluctuated, Li Zhijun was also quietly by her side, comforting her softly, as long as he was there, she felt extremely relieved. Zhao Shuangwei lost control for a while, and couldn't help but say, "I miss him so much." What to do, I miss him so much. ”

Han Zhun on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then lowered his voice and solemnly assured her, "Weiwei, it will take a day or two for things on my side." When I return to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow, I'll go to you, okay? You should have a good rest these two days and stop thinking about it. ”

"Okay." Zhao Shuang replied obediently, and then hung up the phone.

Lying in bed, the events of the past few days are constantly replaying in her mind like a movie rewind. Thinking about it, Zhao Shuangwei only felt that her head was getting more and more dizzy and painful, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to get those shots out of her head, but she couldn't do it.

Eventually, she was tired and stopped struggling, and she fell asleep in a drowsy mood full of sadness.

In her dreams, she was still frowning.

On the other side, Zhao's father, who had nowhere to go like a blind fly, was wandering aimlessly on the street. He tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't get rid of everything that had just happened. Especially Zhao Shuangwei's sentence "I am not your puppet, you are not qualified to dominate my life", is like an advertising dubbing, constantly replaying it automatically in his mind.

Dad Zhao muttered to himself, "Did I really do something wrong?" ”

He remembered the first time he saw Li Zhijun. That night, Li Zhijun came downstairs to his house with a tutoring book, and his daughter Zhao Shuangwei ran down to find him after dinner, he looked down from the window and saw his own palm pearl hugging the boy who couldn't see clearly. The feeling at that time, which can only be described in four words, is anger. After returning home, under the questioning of himself and Zhao's mother, Zhao's father heard the name for the first time: Li Zhijun. Perhaps it was from that moment on, as soon as the name was mentioned, he was inexplicably angry and uncomfortable, as if his cherished treasure was about to be handed over.

Since then, he has not liked or allowed them to eat, study, visit school, or engage in other healthy activities together. In the dark, Zhao's father naturally knows that no matter how precious his daughter is, she will eventually become someone else's favorite. It's just how much he wishes that this day would come back later, or never.

Remembering that when he mentioned Li Zhijun, he always had a disdainful expression on his face, and Zhao's father regretted a little in his heart, if his attitude was a little milder at the beginning, then at this moment, in Zhao Shuangwei's heart, he would not be such a wicked person, right?

Thinking like this, Zhao's father couldn't help sighing, he wanted to go home, he wanted to talk to Zhao Shuangwei well, maybe she wouldn't be angry anymore?

Father Zhao stopped, turned around, and walked in the direction of home again. When passing by the corner of the community, he deliberately went to Zhao Shuangwei's favorite barbecue restaurant and packed her favorite fried chicken and roast pork. Zhao's father, whose mood gradually became clearer, became much brisker, and he unconsciously accelerated forward, and in just a few minutes, he stood again under the building he was most familiar with.

Zhao's father, who was supposed to take out the key to open the door and get on the elevator, still hesitated. Thinking of the angry Zhao Shuangwei in the house at this moment, Zhao's father couldn't help but feel a little palpitating. What if she rushes up and she's still angry? Thinking about it, it seems that there is no better way at this moment than to wait for Zhao's mother to come back and go up together.

Out of a man's face and self-esteem, Zhao's father really had no way to make this distress call to Zhao's mother, so he had to carry the packaged siu-mei, sit on the bench in the community park, and stare at the door of his house, expecting to see Zhao's mother.

And so he waited from dawn until dark. The street lights in the community were lit up one by one, and every household gradually turned on the lights, Zhao's father looked up, but the small window that belonged to his own house was always dark. He had no way of knowing if Zhao Shuangwei was still at home, or if she had already gone out after she left? If she's still at home, it's so dark and the lights aren't on, what the hell is she doing? Won't you feel scared?

This series of question marks, like mountains, weighed heavily on Zhao's father's heart. He couldn't think, so he could only look forward to Zhao's mother returning sooner.

It seems that after a century has passed, Zhao's father finally saw Zhao's mother faintly at the other end of the community.

Under the orange light, she wore a floral dress and walked slowly step by step.

This peacemaker who belongs to the Zhao family, can he open the knot for their father and daughter? (To be continued.) )