It's not angry, it's stuffy, and I want to step forward and kick him directly.

Why, why did she have to be tied to him all these years!

Zhou Jiyou took a deep breath: "I'll say it again, the access card is back." ”

The eviction order is so obvious, and the meaning behind it is clear: don't come in the future.

The sound of water flowing into the cup sounded the sound of gurgling and washing the bottom of the cup, he didn't say a word, after receiving the water, he turned around with the cup, and the dark and deep eyes were quiet.

The biggest change he's had over the years been these eyes.

She still remembers that at the beginning of their acquaintance, his eyes were bright and clear, like mountain streams, even if he didn't like to talk, just looking at him, his eyes were comfortable and ironing; But later, when she saw him again in the Shen Mansion, these eyes had already begun to change, still as dark as ink, but they were no longer clear and clear.

He is changing almost every year, externally, internally, visibly, and felt, and he has been growing at an astonishing rate.

At the beginning, the wooden boy seemed to have been buried in the depths of time, and he was still silent, but people were really completely different.

Shen Fei...... Oh no, his name is Shen Feibai now, and Old Man Shen has changed his names and Shen Xin's names.

He asked her as if he hadn't heard of it, "Have you eaten dinner?" ”

Zhou Jiyou inhaled, inhaled again, and a fire burned in his heart: "Come less, it's useless to change the topic." ”

"What do you want to eat, is it okay to have gnocchi?"

He continued to ignore it, and walked in the direction of the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. The water temperature is very hot, the whole palm is against the wall of the cup, the force is very tight, and every bone joint is particularly prominent.

"Stop!" Zhou Jiyou snorted.

He turned his back to her and stopped.

Zhou Jiyou walked over with his arms crossed and stood in front of him. She is not short, but in front of his height of 1.88 meters, she still has to lean back slightly.

"We'll make it clear all the time." It must be made clear that she does not want to drag on any longer.

He still had the faint look of silent resistance, and because of the backlight, the eyes that were as silent as ancient wells became more and more obscure.

"Is it funny that you're going around my life endlessly? I don't want to say it too badly, I want to express what you should understand if you ......"

"I don't understand."

She was interrupted by him without warning, only to feel a black light flash in front of her eyes, and she wanted to kill him.

Shen Feibai clenched the water glass, lowered his gaze slightly, and stared at her quietly.

He knew that he had made her angry again, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't find a reason to see her often except for pretending to be deaf and dumb all these years. He didn't ask too much, it was enough to see her when he thought of her, to be around her for a while.

For more than ten days in a row, he witnessed the tragedy of the shattered world, and the smell of blood in the air could vaguely be heard even if he was squinted by the wind and sand when he stood on the side of the road in Beijing.

Thinking about her, thinking about her like crazy, I went back to the rented place to wash off the dust and rushed over immediately.

Isn't it interesting to go around her life endlessly?

Yes, he thinks there is. If you can't see her, it's really boring.

Gradually, the heat of the cup began to heat up, but his palms were still hot, and he held it tightly, tightly, and in her angry eyes, he didn't make any excuses.

Zhou Jiyou felt that his temperament in this life was taken care of by him alone, and he grinded it out little by little.

Not wanting to speak, too lazy to talk to him, she left him alone in the living room and slammed the bedroom door.

After a snap, the whole world fell silent.

Shen Feibai stood alone for a while, the water temperature was cold, and then he seemed to realize that he still had half a cup of cold medicine in his hand, so he drank it in two sips.

***

As the night got darker, Zhou Jiyou came out to take a bath with his pajamas, but the lights outside were off and it was dim.

She was in no hurry to turn on the light, the thin moonlight flickered in weakly, passed by the living room, and saw a person lying on the sofa asleep, a long black shadow, motionless.

She wanted to wake him up and tell him to go back to his nest and sleep, but he didn't move.

Soft-hearted, soft-hearted again.

She shuddered and felt an irrepressible sense of panic.

Things are getting out of control, it's dangerous, she's already lost once, she can't afford to lose a second time.

After taking a bath, I lost sleep and continued to have insomnia without end.

The brain is messed up, the mind flies boundlessly, and many things are thought of at once.

That year, after she came back from the mountain village, she chose to board in school, and suddenly one day, Shen Ke called her to tell her that Aunt Lin and his wife had adopted Shen Xin's brother and sister, she was shocked, and she couldn't understand why they had fallen to the point of being adopted.

She didn't ask a word, Shen Ke sneered: "The old man is the master, obviously using them to intimidate us." ”

She felt a chill in her heart, and Old Man Shen turned his warning into reality with practical actions: the Shen family, a granddaughter who is not related by blood, is not indispensable to her.

But what about Shen Ke? Shen Ke is his biological son who is related by blood, how can a grandson who is not related by blood threaten Shen Ke?

At that time, she was young and didn't understand the twists and turns, but later she understood, but it was too late.

She and Shen Ke are not all the way, never all the way......

Staying up until the early hours of the morning and still couldn't sleep, Zhou Jiyou got up and went out to drink water.

As he walked around the living room, he subconsciously glanced at the figure on the sofa and disappeared, leaving only the towel quilt she had covered him before.

Let's go?

Through the sliding glass door of the living room balcony, there is no corner of the fabric curtain to obscure the corner, and a little scarlet light flickers slightly.

She paced forward and opened the door, and the person leaning on the other side of the door looked at her sideways, but did not speak, and her dark pupils were comparable to the thick night in front of her, which made people look a little ...... Distressed.

She subconsciously restrained her tone and couldn't say anything too heavy: "When did you learn to smoke?" ”

He twisted his head back and flicked his cigarette ash at the edge of the longevity pot against the wall, "Not long. ”

Zhou Jiyou frowned: "How long is it?" ”

She didn't love it in the past, but the longer she spent with him, the more she loved to get to the bottom of it. He was a person who didn't ask without knocking before, and he couldn't get a response at all, but now he hides his mind even deeper, even if he knocks repeatedly, he may not be able to pry his mouth open, but if he doesn't ask, her heart is blocked again.

Annoying, annoying to death......

Sure enough, he took a deep puff of his cigarette but didn't say anything.

The blue and white smoke floated in the air, like a desolate Ah Piao in the night without a trace of light.

He was quiet, his head slightly bowed, his long legs slightly away, all his back against the glass door behind him, one foot lightly resting on the other, and his feet were wearing the men's slippers she had reserved at home.

She felt that something was wrong with him, that he was too skilled in his smoking posture and movements, unlike someone who hadn't smoked for a long time, unless...... He has been a regular smoker for a while.

"Did something happen to you in Wenchuan?"

Shen Feibai's gaze turned slightly, and she looked at him intently, waiting for him to answer.

He didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to talk about what he had experienced in the earthquake-stricken area.

There is no need for anything to happen, every moment, in front of him, there are already suffocating so many that they are staged.

There is nothing to be done, there is nowhere to solve it. The colleague couldn't stand it anymore, so he hid aside to smoke, so he asked him for one. The first puff of cigarette went in, swallowed directly into the lungs, choked on the throat* unbearably hot, and the head was dizzy. He pumped clumsily one by one, the more he pumped, the more dizzy he became, the more dizzy he became, the more sober he became.

Not far away, a female reporter from a local TV station squatted on the ground and cried, crying until she couldn't breathe and let out a beast-like whimper.

No one thinks it is strange, whether it is crying or roaring, in such a hell on earth, they are used to seeing it.

Life is too fragile, the world is too impermanent, he wants to try for it again, even if it is just once, even if it fails in the end.

His voice was even hoarser than before: "Xiaoyou." ”

Zhou Jiyou was silently stared at by him in the darkness for nearly a minute, and his slightly lacked patience was also announced, and his tone was raised: "Say!" ”

He extinguished the cigarette on the edge of the pot, stood up straight with his elbows on the glass door, and turned his body sideways, facing her, "Give me a chance." ”

It was too quiet all around, and his low voice was infinitely amplified.

It was too dark all around, and his dark eyes were as bright as two lone lamps.

Zhou Jiyou's breathing stagnated slightly.

What chances, don't ask at all.

Time seems to go back to six years ago in an instant.

On that midsummer night when she was about to enter the third year of black high school, she took a math review book from his desk without his nod, and when she returned to her room, she opened the table of contents to find the page number where the knowledge difficulty was, and when she opened it, she saw a piece of calculus scratch paper sandwiched inside, in addition to dense formulas and derivations, there was also a line of small print that was obviously imitating her handwriting.

He has no wind in his writing, and there is nothing to make a fuss about imitating her handwriting, but when she saw that line of small words, her head boomed, as if she was caught off guard, and her neural circuits were blown apart.

It's just because he wrote that he really wanted to go with you for the rest of his life, but you rejected it.

Before this, she was seen by him that she was looking for the admissions brochure of CAFA, she didn't say a word, but he seemed to know it, was silent for a long time, and asked her in a tone of asking for opinions: "Actually, I also want to go to Beijing, or let's go together?" ”

At that time, she was secretly carrying out a series of plans to leave the Shen family, worried that she would be betrayed by him, so she didn't pay attention to the silent expectation in his eyes in her urgency, and blurted out a low voice: "Who wants to be with you!" ”

Although she is young, her emotional world is not dull.

He liked her, and she was the first to taste it in that little line.

Afterward...... On Chinese New Year's Eve that year, she secretly ran out of the villa after dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve and was hit by him. He asked where he was going, but she didn't say, he followed silently without saying a word, like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

Ride to the crowded central square to watch the countdown to the New Year, in the countdown of "10, 9, 8......" around her, she closed her eyes and made a wish for a smooth college entrance examination, back to Beijing, back to Beijing......

At midnight, cheers erupted, and intimate people hugged each other.

She was infected by the atmosphere around her, looking up at the bright fireworks in the sky, as if she saw hope. When he turned his head, he saw that he was looking at her.

"What?"

He paused for a long time, his lips squirming slightly: "Give me a chance......"

I don't understand, but my heart beats faster, and I faintly feel something.

Vocals, music, fireworks...... Voices reverberate.

He clenched his fists, and his eyes sparkled with small pieces: "Let me take care of you." ”

Give me a chance and let me take care of you.