When Meng Jiaojiao was five years old, a little boy came to the house.

The little boy was led into the house by his father, and when he looked at her with a pair of eyes, he had no emotion or any waves, and looked like a doll without emotion.

Meng Jiaojiao stared at him curiously, she knew that he would live with her in the future, she was very happy and wanted to be friends with him, but he didn't seem to like her very much.

The two children stand opposite each other and introduce themselves.

"My name is Meng Jiaojiao, you can call me Jiaojiao." The little girl's voice was milky, and her body seemed to exude the fragrance of milk.

As she spoke, she timidly stretched out her little white hand, like a little adult, to shake hands with him.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the white and tender hands, and hesitated for a long time before reaching out to hold Meng Jiaojiao's hand.

"Zhou Zero."

After saying that, he immediately put his hand back and put it behind his back.

Subconsciously hid behind the adult.

She was wearing a lovely princess dress, and the clothes on his body were a little white and old because they had been washed too many times and had lost their original colors.

He felt the girl's curious gaze, and buried his head in the shoes on his feet, clean but old.

His face turned red, and finally white.

A pair of tender little hands suddenly grabbed his hand, and he looked up at the little girl with a smile in his eyes.

"Ah Ling, let's go play."

As he spoke, he dragged him to his dollhouse and introduced what he had.

Zhou Ling kept staring at her white and tender little hands, looking at his somewhat hey and rough little hands, he always wanted to withdraw his hand, but he still didn't pull it back, and followed the girl to her dollhouse......

Her milky voice echoed in her head, and she called him 'Ah Zero'.

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The two were about the same age, and they went to elementary school together when they were six years old.

Meng Jiaojiao likes to stick to Zhou Ling, and the two of them always go to Zhou Ling to talk to him after class, and call him brother softly.

Zhou Ling is always indifferent, he listens to what she says, and he will answer when he asks him, but he never takes the initiative to say anything.

The children in the class are a little afraid of Zhou Ling, because he is like a little adult who always has a straight face and doesn't like to talk, and the children are far away from him, always thinking that he will hit people.

Meng Jiaojiao's tablemate is a chubby little girl, who is very cute with two ponytails and dangling.

She stretched out her round little hand and grabbed Meng Jiaojiao's sleeve, looked at Zhou Ling, who was sitting quietly reading a book in the back seat, and said to Meng Jiaojiao with some fear: "Jiaojiao, don't play with him, he looks so fierce and will beat people." ”

Meng Jiaojiao is cute, she was liked by everyone when she came into the class, she was delicate and weak, she spoke softly, and she loved to laugh, boys and girls liked to play with her.

But she always likes to go to the fierce boy Zhou Ling, and everyone doesn't understand.

Alienated Zhou Ling, but also began to alienate Meng Jiaojiao.

The little chubby girl at the same table liked Meng Jiaojiao very much, she wanted to play with her but was afraid of Zhou Ling, so she looked at Meng Jiaojiao and said this weakly.

Meng Jiaojiao's complexion was pale, whiter than any child in the class, but she looked at her table and listened to what she said, her eyes immediately filled with tears, her face was swollen red, and she said angrily: "He is not fierce!" He's my brother! I like him! I'm going to play with him! ”

The little girl didn't expect a sentence to provoke the delicate and tender tablemates, and she was a little helpless for a while.