Su family.

Su Mu held up his mobile phone, his eyes were burning and he was about to stare at the phone screen out of the hole.

"Tsk, unproductive virtue," Su Ze rolled his eyes at her, "Su Xiaomu, brother advises you not to fantasize, Jing Zeheng never adds a woman's WeChat." ”

Although he was forced to hand over Jing Zeheng's WeChat, he still felt that Jing Zeheng's kaolin flower could not take care of his sister.

His conclusion actually has nothing to do with Jing Zeheng, he analyzes it from the perspective of a normal man.

Su Mu rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know?" I'm different! ”

"Yes, you're different, you're a different fireworks, other fireworks only exploded on the last day, and you blew yourself up before you left the factory."

“…… Father! Look at him! ”

Su Mu was worried that he would miss the news and didn't want to quarrel with Su Ze, so he directly chose to sue.

Dad Su's hand shook and got up silently with the teacup: "Oh, I suddenly remembered that I still have work to do, and I have to stay up late and work overtime today, hehehe......"

"Dad!!"

"If you dare to go, I'll replace all your tea cakes with cow cakes!"

Father Su stopped and decisively reprimanded Su Ze: "How did you become an elder brother?" Is there anyone who tells the truth to your sister like that? ”

Su Mu: "......"

She seemed to see a flash of fatherly love.

Just when Su Mu was so angry that she was about to fight with Su Ze, her mobile phone rang.

In an instant, Su Ze was no longer important, and the amount of father's love could not be mentioned for the time being, she immediately looked at her mobile phone, and after seeing the news, she jumped up directly from the sofa:

"Plus, plus, plus! He added me!! ”

Su Ze was momentarily stunned: "Jing Zeheng looks very steady, how can he take care of your handsome fireworks?" ”

Su Mu didn't hear what he said, she jumped off the sofa and ran back to the bedroom.

What is brother?

Is it important to break the three views for sisters?

Su Mu was on guard, and a paragraph was changed dozens of times before it was sent.

She had to work hard!

As long as Shen Fanyin's three views are saved, she can truly become a good brother and sister with Jing Zeheng.

Then she can rub her best friend's ...... openly

She is not tempted by the Jing family's huge family property, she is worried about Shen Fanyin's three views!

"Brother Jing, I'm Su Mu, I'm sorry to take the liberty of adding you. It occurred to me that Yinyin often forgot to eat when she was designing, and I couldn't remind her that she wasn't there. Her stomach is not good, please remind her to eat on time, thank you! ”

Jing Zeheng looked at this news, and was happy from the bottom of his heart for Shen Fanyin and Su Mu, his best friend.

He replied: "I made a note of it, thank you." ”

Su Mu's message replied quickly: "Then I won't disturb your rest, goodbye!" ”

"Goodbye."

Jing Zeheng put down his phone, his expression a little more serious.

On the day of the Golden Weaving Award, Su Mu also chased it out, she must know something.

Sure enough, Su Mu was the breakthrough.

But he didn't want to show favor to other girls.

After pondering for a moment, he called Cheng Ye: "Next quarter's purchase will be bought from the Su family." ”

"Okay, Mr. Jing, I'll notify the purchasing department."

"Well," he added, after a pause, "I don't have any interest in Miss Su. ”

“…… Okay Mr. Jing! I take it to heart! ”

Hanging up the phone, Jing Zeheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He poured a glass of red wine, felt a little stuffy, opened the balcony door, and quietly walked out.

He had barely taken a step when he caught a glimpse of the child lying on the railing of the balcony.

She was wearing a loose sweater, her long hair was braided and loosely tied on her chest, and her bangs were blown by the wind. Those eyes looked into the distance, staring at the dark night in the distance, stunned, and did not realize that there was another him next door.

The moon was bright tonight, but what came to her mind was that rainy night.

That year, she was a sophomore in high school, and she went home alone after evening self-study. The winding alley in front of her house is something she has been accustomed to since she was a child, and she is not afraid even if the street lights are broken that day.

On the night of the thunderstorm, just as she was humming a song and stepping on the water, a low male voice suddenly came from the corner:

Kid, do me a favor.

She followed the sound and saw a man sitting by the wall in the corner. Dressed in black and wearing a black hat, without an umbrella, the rain fell on his body recklessly, making him look particularly embarrassed. It was too dark for her to see his face clearly, but she could vaguely smell a hint of the sweet smell of blood.

His body was stained with a cold thin anger, and he felt very oppressive.

At that moment, she was so frightened that her blood was cold, thinking that she had encountered a change. state, or a murderer or something.

Just as she was about to make up a whole suicide note, the man spoke again:

Kid, can you lend me your phone?

His voice was colder than the autumn rain, and it was obviously an inquiry, but it could not be refuted.

Adhering to the guiding ideology that money can be lost and life cannot be lost, she trembled and took out her mobile phone and threw it to him, then turned around and ran.

Hey, kid, what are you running? I'll give you back with a phone call......

Don't! To you!

What is your name?

My name is Lei Feng!

She took a long detour home that day and told her parents about it, and from then on, she picked her up from school until a month later when he needed to go on a business trip.

Her mother was too busy with work to pick her up, so she once again set out on her way home by herself.

I don't know how to worry when I am young, and what happened a month ago has long been left behind by her.

And that's when she ran into him again.

Not only him, but also the star lights that illuminate the entire alley.

He stood in the light, wearing a mask and a hat, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

He handed her her phone: Thank you, child.

This time his voice wasn't so cold, but she still remembered what he looked like last time.

She hesitated, didn't dare to pick up, just wanted to run.

But he stood right in front of her, and the oppression brought by his tall figure made her feel that she had no chance of winning.

As if sensing her refusal, he overbearingly pulled her bag, unzipped it and threw the phone and a small box inside.

Then he took two steps back: Don't be afraid, child, I'm not a bad person.

She clutched the strap of her school bag, not daring to move, staring at him defensively.

He laughed, his laughter was low and good, but his words were still domineering: It's good, don't trust strangers.

He walked away, and the streetlights on the side of the street stretched his back. He stood still across the street, waving at her through the occasional passing car.

She turned around in a panic and cautiously walked into the alley. Star lamps hung on the walls on both sides of the alley, instead of street lamps, to light her way home.

After this time, he didn't appear again for a long time, and the bright star lights accompanied her through the night after night.

But her old phone would receive messages from him every day, good morning and good night, and a reminder that she needed to add clothes when she cooled down.

She didn't tell her parents about the follow-up, the old mobile phone was hidden by her, and with it, there was a throbbing of the girl's ignorance.

She doesn't remember when she started replying to his messages, and she opened the box he threw into her bag with his phone that day.

It is a bracelet as slender as a silk flower and set with fine diamonds.

At that time, she didn't know the goods, but she thought it was twenty dollars in the boutique. But she still treasured it, and she was reluctant to even wear it.

Afterward......

Later, her youth ended in a hurry, and she never set foot on that starry road again.

The last thing she said back to him was that he asked her what her name was.

She replied:

My name is Nie Fanyin.

Suddenly, the darkness of the night in front of me brightened.

Shen Fanyin stared at the dark Qinghu Lake for a long time, and there were a little stars on the surface of the lake, as if countless lights were crushed by the lake, more like the Milky Way scattered, and the stars danced lightly with the ripples.

She woke up from the memories with confusion in her eyes.

The pair of hands that were blown cold by the north wind still held an old mobile phone from five or six years ago.

On the screen, the last read message was sent a few days ago.

"Merry Christmas, kids."