On the way home, Zihan felt that it was very long, and finally squeezed into a stuffy bus, put down the bulky packaging box in his hand, and sat down near the window. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the window, the green trees are shaded and the summer flowers are enchanting.

He tucked the hair in front of his forehead and wiped the fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

For the first time, Zihan felt empty in his heart.

The unprovoked loneliness, like a dark cloud, pressed heavily on the top of her head, and she closed her eyes weakly.

Such a bus, in addition to the hot airflow, is a heavy and pungent smell of sweat.

Platform after platform passes, doors open and close, repeating the monotonous and sacred mission.

It wasn't until the end of the line that the driver reminded loudly that Zihan came to his senses and the car had driven more than 100 kilometers.

Returning the same way, Zihan patted his head and complained about his low IQ.

If you continue like this, you will have Alzheimer's disease.

Waiting for the car in a heat wave is always unpleasant, and even free sweat steaming will inevitably make people dehydrated.

If you can make money, you must have a car of your own.

When he got home, it was past lunchtime, and Zihan patted his head and secretly cursed himself for serious dereliction of duty.

Throwing away the heavy packaging box, Zihan rushed directly to the sofa, picked up a large tea jar, tilted his neck, and poured a large glass of water.

Then, lie down on the couch.

"Ye Zihan, you come over to me!" Zimo screamed angrily in his room.

Only then did Zihan remember that he had forgotten to take care of the crime scene.

The cap of the high-grade sunscreen bottle is exposed to the air, and the contents of the bottle are unevenly presented in front of the eyes.

"Any idea how expensive this is?" Zimo sneered coldly: "It's a shame that you have also learned a foreign language." ”

Learning a foreign language doesn't go with that! What's more, it is like putty scraped by a painter on the face, which is not good at all.

"It's called Chanel, you know? It's just a little more than a thousand ......," Zimo gestured.

"What's that Anle?" Zihan stared suspiciously at the bottles and cans in front of him.

"Hey, that's hygiene, cotton, don't change the generalization." Zimo pointed to the bottle cap.

Zihan comprehended, took out a few crumpled gross tickets from his trouser pocket, spread them on the table and counted them, a total of twenty-seven yuan and six cents.

"Sister, that's all, compensate you!" Zihan pretended to be pitiful: "We contributed the last of our family funds to the kitchen, and there is nothing else......"

"Mom didn't give you any money? Last time, you went to see your grandmother......" Zi Mo paused. Glancing at the narrow cot opposite.

"Three thousand...... It's all handed in...... "Zihan doesn't understand what my sister wants to say."

Carefully scanning Zimo's face, neck, and ears, his eyes were still staring at Zimo's pink and tender face.

Indeed, it is different, Zihan sighed secretly.

It's just too much money......

Think about your face, the water is hibiscus, naturally black, and the beauties in the university dormitory compete to imitate it and say that it is pure wheat color, and she also says that she sometimes looks like Han Chaeyoung, and sometimes she looks like Choi Ji-you. Zihan secretly sighed how he had a public face, you look at other people's babies, hehe smiled, unforgettable. Fortunately, no one said that she was Qin Yitong, and without a boyfriend, she couldn't call her girlfriend his wife......

"It seems that my mother really has no money...... Zimo sighed: "I got my salary, remember to return me a bottle of ......"

"That's it, even ten bottles will do......" Zihan smiled.

"Sister, don't you hold a grudge against your mother?" As soon as the words came out, Zihan felt that he had run a mine again.

"Get out!" Zimo glared angrily.

Zihan hurriedly fled.

She felt that the temperature of this home was no different from the outside.

Honestly carrying the straw mat, hungry and shriveled stomach, Zihan opened the door a crack, spread it on the spot, and sat directly on it, leaning against the door.

Mother and grandmother went out clearly, and the house was empty.

From the table next to the door, she took a book and looked through it gently, she didn't understand why she had to study so hard in school.

The book is sandwiched with a bookmark made of maple leaves. Quaint and literary.

Her roommate once made fun of her and fell in love with someone.

She never admitted it, and she didn't dare to admit it.

Hurriedly close the book and lie down.

The ceiling overhead was low, and there were faint spots of mildew on it, perhaps from the rain a few days ago.

The phone was in her pants pocket, and she tried to find the number, but it quickly skimmed by.

I got up, ran into the kitchen, found a big bowl, scooped a bowl of mung bean soup, and sucked it in.

With a full burp, Zihan covered his bulging belly, put on a pillow, and lay down on his back.

The door of her sister's room can actually be opened, but Zimo has always thought that only she can enjoy the air conditioner alone.

Perhaps, she installed the air conditioner at her own expense, right?

After a while, he fell asleep.

In the haze, I felt that my body was being picked up, fluttering, but my eyelids were very heavy, and I couldn't open them.

"Girl, wake up!" Someone patted Zihan on the shoulder.

"Mom!" Zihan opened his hazy eyes and immediately blushed.

"Auntie!" Zihan lowered his head slightly.

"Lin Yue, this kid, doesn't know how to clean up the room, there is dust everywhere. Behold, how damp the ground is, how can a girl lie on the ground? Li Mei smiled, the skin on her face trembling slightly.

The life in the villa has made her originally round body a lot better, and the fine lines on her face have faded a lot. The skin is also moisturized.

Zihan raised his eyes, only to realize that he was lying on the bed of Lin Yue's house, and the alarm clock next to the bed pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Auntie, I'm sorry!" Zihan blushed with shame.

"It's okay, this room is empty, and Lin Yue won't come to live." Li Mei stopped and looked at Zihan's face.

I haven't seen her for a few days, but this girl's face is getting smaller and smaller, a typical awl face, a pointed chin, and big eyes that reflect the water, but it is becoming more and more delicate, and Li Mei likes it more and more in her heart.

"No one lives ......in this room," Li Mei and Yan Yuese: "When I was a child, you liked this one very much, where there were building blocks ......"

Zihan doesn't know how to be good, such a warm arrangement, even if there is no air conditioning, it feels cool.

It's just that......

Zihan hurriedly sat up and slid off the bed with bare feet.

"Auntie! Thank you! With that, Zihan ran out of the door as if he was running away.

Lin Yue stood at the door expressionlessly. Zihan raised his eyes and looked up, swallowing his saliva, but he was speechless.

On the bare arms, in addition to the strong muscles, there are faint scars.

Meeting his gaze, Zihan hurriedly dodged and took the opportunity to squeeze past him.

Then, the door on the opposite side slammed shut.

Lin Yue leaned against the door, his arms folded in front of his chest, thoughtful.

Li Mei followed to the door and saw the annoyance on her son's face at a glance.

"Mom, can you leave my business alone?"

"Mom doesn't care! Look, that kid is thin like that, and you don't feel distressed? Li Mei grabbed her son's hand, followed, and gently closed the door.

"She's not me, I can handle it? I'm not a child......"

"Girls will catch a cold when they sleep on the floor, and if they don't get it, they will get a cold ......"

"Mom, what are you talking nonsense?" Lin Yue tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Son, don't you want to marry her?" Li Mei stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat her son's shoulder.

A slight flush flashed over Lin Yue's handsome face, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Mom, it's okay, you'd better not come here." The voice was low and hoarse.

"Son, mom is in a hurry! ......" Li Mei said busily.

"Thirty-one flowers for men, I'm only twenty-five ......" Lin Yue paused.

Li Mei sighed and sat down on the sofa by herself.

Lin Yue had a gloomy face, waved his hand, and gave his mother an eviction order.