At certain moments, Zhao Xiangnong will have a certain disgust for his cloakroom, which is always the same color, pure white, light blue, light purple, emerald green......

Zhao Xiangnon has her own exclusive fashion designer, image designer, these are all brought to her by Zhao Yanting Tong guò his secretary, her father is paranoid in a certain way, he wants her daughter to be a pure beauty, simple, fresh.

When she was a child, Zhao Xiangnong didn't understand or understand, but gradually as she grew up, she understood little by little with the information she read from her mother's eyes.

There's nothing wrong with being a pure beauty, at least, her appearance keeps her away from those weird black cauldrons □□ shapes.

In the face of children born with golden keys in their mouths, people's requirements are demanding: wearing fur once will cause someone from the Society for the Protection of Animals to come to the door, someone will call to complain at a music conference, talking loudly to your pet will be considered animal cruelty, driving a high-displacement car will be approached by environmentalists, donating money will be said to be a show, and so on......

Touching her face in the mirror, this face helped her a lot, not long ago she was rated as the most wanted celebrity in a poll launched by a website.

Zhao Xiangnong slowly changed out of the red and black dress.

A pure white mid-sleeved high-necked dress was worn over her, and the red and black gown was set aside, believing that a servant would take it from her as soon as she left the room, and that the servant would take it to the garment donation center the next day, for the man did not like his daughter to dress like that.

Coming out of the room, a dry face, straight black medium and long hair all pulled back, milky white flat shoes stepped on the golden corridor carpet, and the expressionless face that passed by the corner began to slow down and get up, and when the lights of the restaurant fell on her face, Zhao Xiangnong raised the corners of her mouth.

With the raised corners of her mouth, the corners of her eyes bent down, and the skirt swayed with her footsteps in an orderly manner, she came to her father and mother, Cheng Liang's dinner lid printed her face very brightly.

The hand hung in front of him and said in a sweet voice: "Daddy, Mommy." ”

Zhao Yanting began to laugh, and like her, he also had a pair of eyes that would bend down when he smiled.

Constrained to the end of the thirty-five minutes of dinner, the man was talking to his daughter all the time, and the hostess on one side was nothing.

In the end, the man's voice was full of doting: "Xiao Nong, I'll come to Dad's study later." ”

"Okay, Dad." She smiled at him.

When the smiling face turned to her mother, the hostess, who always had a sickly look on her face, looked back at her daughter with a cold gaze, and if you looked closely, you could see the disgust behind that gaze.

Because the man loves the architecture of the Republic of China, he spent a lot of money to build his house into the style of the old Shanghai during the Republic of China, people like to call this building that covers an area of several football stadiums as the Zhao Mansion, the servants who live in the Zhao Mansion are more or less clear: the male owner of the Zhao Mansion regards his only daughter as the pearl of the palm, the relationship between the male host and the hostess in the Zhao Mansion is not good, and the hostess and her daughter are not warm, they rarely communicate.

"Do you think Zhao Xiangnong is a child born to Mr. Zhao and another woman?" The servants whispered in private.

Zhao Xiangnong is a child born in October when Li Rou was pregnant, this is true.

At this time, looking at his mother's pale face, Zhao Xiangnong softened his voice: "Mom, I'll be fine tomorrow, I'll accompany you to church." ”

The cup rested lightly on the dining table, and he glanced at her lightly and said, "No." ”

She was the only one left in the restaurant, and she stood up Zhao Xiangnong looked at the pure white dress on her body, it seemed that she was dressed like this to make her mother angry.

opened the door of Zhao Yanting's study and walked in, Zhao Yanting was talking on the phone, Zhao Xiangnong had not seen his father for nearly half a month, and Zhao Yanting had been on a business trip in France for half a month.

While talking on the phone, he motioned to let her wait for him, Zhao Yanting spoke on the phone during Zhao Xiangnong came to the table lamp placed on the cabinet, her room also has a similar table lamp, the lampshade is handmade by Italian craftsmen, hollow design, the hollow part is butterfly shape, the table lamp also has a very wonderful design, as long as the hand gently moves the lampshade, it will gently rotate, and the hollow butterfly design will come to life as soon as you turn it.

Fingers touched the lampshade, and in an instant, it seemed that countless butterflies spread their wings, one by one came to her face and kissed her eyebrows, and flew away one by one, Zhao Xiangnon, who couldn't help it, spread out her palm, and several butterfly lamps fell on her palm, raising the corners of her mouth Zhao Xiangnon smiled at those beautiful elves.

The room suddenly fell silent, and the silence became strange due to a certain burning gaze, Zhao Xiangnong turned his face sideways, to the left, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened on his face.

I don't know when it started, Zhao Yanting stopped talking, his eyes fell on her unconsciously, and he didn't move.

What froze on her face was her smile, and what fell in the air was her hand that couldn't be put away and couldn't continue, and the corners of her mouth could only be slightly pulled apart with the most natural appearance, and she shouted: "Dad." ”

The man turned his face away slightly.

A few minutes later, Zhao Xiangnong had an extra carved box in his hand, and opened the box under Zhao Yanting's expectant gaze, and the box contained a small and delicate sandalwood fan.

This sandalwood fan was seen by Zhao Xiangnon a few months ago, and one of the precious cultural relics that flowed out of the Old Summer Palace in the late Qing Dynasty has been collected by a collector in France.

"I think it's a good fit for you, and it's coming." Zhao Yanting said lightly: "It should be a gift for you to successfully get your first job." ”

Lowered his eyes and looked at the sandalwood fan lying quietly in the box.

"Xiao Nong, don't like it?" Zhao Yanting accentuated his tone.

Hurriedly raised his eyes and smiled: "How could I not like it, when it appeared at last month's Venice Vintage Show, my friends wanted to get it." ”

Zhao Yanting smiled with satisfaction.

Closing the box and thinking about it, Zhao Xiangnong still said: "Dad, can you bring a gift for your mother when you come back from your next business trip?" ”

The corners of Zhao Yanting's mouth were still smiling, and frost had begun to gather in his eyes.

"Dad, once upon a time, my mother has been in poor health, but she still didn't listen to the doctor's advice and chose to give birth to me." Stretching out his hand, Zhao Xiangnong pulled Zhao Yanting's sleeve and stretched his voice: "Dad......"

Vaguely, Zhao Xiangnong still remembered the village that didn't even have a name, the children in that village knew a lot of things very early, and she was also one of those children, in that small leaky house, she and her mother depended on each other.

Zhao Yanting's eyes drifted lightly to her hand that grabbed his sleeve, and his voice was helpless: "Dad remember, I will also bring a gift to your mother when I go on a business trip next time." ”

"Thank you, Dad." Zhao Xiangnong grinned and continued to inch in: "And Dad, you have to take some time out on Saturday to have afternoon tea with your mother." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Zhao Yanting's voice was even more helpless, and there was doting under that helplessness.

Holding the carved box with the acquiescence of Zhao Yanting, Zhao Xiangnon left the study and came to the door of Li Rou's room, since Zhao Xiangnong was sensible, Zhao Yanting has been sleeping in a separate room with Li Rou, Aunt Qing told her that it was because her mother was not in good health, and such a reason could bluff her when she was young, and when she grew up, she ......

Okay, there is no need to think about it, Zhao Xiangnong patted his face and knocked on the door.

"Mom, it's me."

Li Rou didn't come to open the door for her, because she was already lying in bed and planning to sleep.

Obviously the lights in her room were still on, and her mother had a habit of turning off the lights in her room when she went to bed and was ready for bed, it seemed that her mother didn't want to see her, and she just wanted to come and say "good night, Mom" to her.

Suppose the mother opens the door and lets her in, if the mother looks at her with gentle eyes, she will put her head on her shoulder and tell her: "Mom, with me, no one can bully you, Mom, I will protect you just as you protected me when you were a child." ”

If, as a child, Mom had put her hand on her back and gently comforted her, then, she thought, she would probably cry.

will sue with a little grievance: "Mom, Kashiwahara is a bastard." ”

However, nothing happened, and she could only walk down the long corridor, with the gorgeous lights falling on her back and her lonely figure imprinted at her feet.

Late at night, Zhao Xiangnong was still looking at herself in the mirror in a daze, her mother didn't mean to hate her, this qiē was all her face's fault.

The night was a little darker, Zhao Xiangnong dialed Bai Yuanxiu's mobile phone, tonight, Bai Yuanxiu did not call to say good night to her, no, it should be said that since she got engaged to him, he has not called and said good night to her every night.

Zhao Xiangnong understands, understands why Bai Yuanxiu didn't call her this week, because she was hot-headed and said something stupid.

The night before Zhao Xiangnong and Bai Yuanxiu got engaged, she saw him and Xia Xiaochun together, and Xia Xiaochun had not yet become Miss C at this time.

In the dark corner, Xia Xiaochun hid in the arms of Bai Yuan embroidery like a bird.

The next day, she was already wearing the engagement ring he had put on her on her hand, under his gentle gaze, under the encouragement of a little drunkenness, with a bit of earth-girlish hypocrisy.

She said to him, "You are the only man who has ever kissed me on the lips and touched my body." ”

Look, she knew that those words would definitely scare Kashiwahara Xiu, and sure enough, he was scared.

Kashiwahara embroidery mobile phone is turned off!

Lying on the bed, Zhao Xiangnong stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, squinted his eyes to see the light leaking from between his fingers, and thought in his mouth: Very good, very good, Bai Yuan embroidery, you can be cooler.

On the bedside table, there is a photo of her and Kashiwahara embroidery when they were young, and falling in love with Kashiwahara embroidery should be an accident in Zhao Xiangnong's life.

In the middle of summer that year, she fell off her horse and he caught her, and she was beaten and held in his arms, and the sky was blue and blue, like the blue sky of Istanbul that she loved and longed for.

Under the clear blue sky is Kashiwahara's embroidered face, with neat white teeth and bright eyes.

It's so easy to fall in love with.

Later, even Zhao Xiangnong couldn't tell the time, what she fell in love with was the blue sky above Bai Yuanxiu's head, or his face under the blue sky.

Zhao Xiangnong yearns for the blue sky, which represents flying, wantonness, and freedom.

Also, break through the shackles!

"What would you do if Kashiwahara Embroidery did something cool one day?" She asked herself in her heart.

"Then I'm going to do something cool, too." She heard her own answer.

With childhood memories, under the reflection of the lights, Zhao Xiangnong made a game that did not cost half a penny in that small village, and the flying birds spread their wings under the shadow of the lights, waving their wings happily.

On this day, Yu Zhao Xiangnong's future memories belong to the three forks in her life.

The next day, Zhao Xiangnong did not receive a gift from Bai Yuan embroidery like the previous two times, and she and he did not mention it to Miss C, and he would still call her at noon and say something inconsequential.

The next day, as usual for many weekends, Kashiwahara still drove his car to the Zhao Mansion to pick her up, and as planned, a group of them came to the Jockey Club to see their horses, and they spent the whole afternoon on the racecourse.

As night falls, groups of a dozen people turn into groups of dozens, and the sports cars parked outside the club make this horse-dominated club more like a luxury car show.

Pai duì music sounded, and the coolly dressed girls seized this rare opportunity to pick. Tease their male partners, hoping that these people will still be able to call their phones next weekend.

Zhao Xiangnon lazily nested in the corner sofa, Bai Yuanxiu sat beside her, he said a lot of things to tease her, she had a little response, this afternoon Zhao Xiangnon shouted hoarse, even if her voice was hoarse, her horse still only ran out of the fourth place.

Kashiwahara's Mongolian horsepower beat Mike's Arabian horse for first place, and her English horse came in fourth, so many people came to talk to her and she ignored them.

Kashiwahara Xiu put the wine he had mixed in front of her: "Drink this, your throat will be better." ”

Zhao Xiangnon did not move.

Kashiwahara coaxed her in a tone that would coax her when she was mostly unhappy: "Next time I'll let your horse run first?" ”

Zhao Xiangnong still didn't move.

"Otherwise, I'll give you my Mongolian horse."

Zhao Xiangnong took a sip of the wine made by Bai Yuan embroidery, and looked at him, under his eyes was the colorful scene of the pie.

"Next time, if there is a competition in which Zhao Xiangnong participates, Kashiwahara embroidery will apply for automatic withdrawal from the competition, so it can be ......"

On one side of her face, Zhao Xiangnong blocked Bai Yuanxiu's mouth, she rarely took the initiative to kiss him, and occasionally took the initiative to kiss him, mostly out of politeness.

The person who was kissed cooperated well with her after a moment of sluggishness.

The man and woman who stayed in the corner and kissed looked confused, but in fact, both of them were absent-minded.

Zhao Xiangnon let go of the Kashiwahara embroidery.

It's really boring, Zhao Xiangnong stood up from the sofa, and as soon as he moved, he was stopped by Bai Yuan Xiu, and he looked at her.

"I went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, and you ate all my lipstick." She smiled at him.

Actually, Zhao Xiangnon didn't put anything on her mouth, she just felt that she needed to find a place to play by herself, it was too noisy.

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