“…… No. ”

Hearing this, Fu Jingchen was stunned, bowed his head and said to Lin Xi: "I'm not with her." ”

“… What? Lin Xi raised his head to look at him, the redness in his eyes had not faded, and his expression was a little surprised.

After thinking about it, it made sense.

What Gu Zhili said in front of her last night was that she had decided to be with Fu Jingchen, that is, her unilateral will.

Now it seems that Fu Jingchen did not agree.

Didn't Fu Jingchen love Gu Zhiquin miserably? Why did Gu Zhili come back, but he didn't agree to be with her?

…… Is it because of her?

If it was because of her, then why didn't he hesitate to let her go last night?

Compared with the ambiguity and intensity of hugging each other and intertwining lips and tongues just now, the rear seat has quieted down at this moment.

Lin Xi sat up straight and asked Fu Jingchen, "... Where are you taking me? ”

"Where I was a kid."

Fu Jingchen looked out the window and said, "I'll drive in a while, and you go to the co-pilot." ”

That is, he was going to go to that place alone with her.

Lin Xi nodded in response.

After changing seats, neither of them spoke again.

Fu Jingchen didn't explain why he kissed her just now, and Lin Xi didn't mention Gu Zhiqu again. Neither of them seemed to want to break the rare silence of the moment.

Fu Jingchen drove the car onto the highway.

The journey seemed to be a long time, and when he drove for about forty minutes, Lin Xi was already drowsy and tilted his head against the car window.

When he arrived at his destination, Fu Jingchen parked the car on the side of the road, and Lin Xi was still asleep and did not wake up.

Fu Jingchen leaned over to unbuckle her seat belt, but instead of standing up straight, he stared at her for a long time, and raised his hand to pull the scattered hair behind her ear for her.

The heart that has been stinging since last night has finally settled down at this moment.

lowered his head and kissed Lin Xi on the lips, seeing that her eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes a little dazedly: "... Fu Jingchen? ”

Fu Jingchen pretended that nothing had happened, straightened up and said lightly: "It's here." ”

"Oh."

Lin Xi rubbed his sleeping eyes, stretched his waist and looked out the window, only to find that he seemed to have come to the countryside.

Lin Xi stepped out of the car and stepped on the yellow earth that was a little muddy because of the heavy rain yesterday.

It's almost six o'clock in the afternoon, and it's already getting a little dark.

Take a deep breath, the air in the countryside with the smell of earthy and grass after the rain is exceptionally fresh and refreshing.

As far as the eye can see, the village is full of low, red-brick bungalows, some of which are fenced around outside their houses, and occasionally dogs barking and pigs barking.

"When you were a kid... Grew up here? Lin Xi was slightly stunned.

She only knew that Fu Jingchen was taken to Jiangcheng by Fu Yan when he was seven years old to take him back to the Fu family, but she didn't know that he lived in such a remote village before he was seven years old.

Fu Jingchen nodded lightly.

He took off his blazer and handed it to Lin Xi, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt while walking to the trunk of the car and moving the contents out.

Two large boxes that looked very heavy were stacked together, but Fu Jingchen was tall and strong.

With this impeccable handsome face, no matter what you do, it is pleasing to the eye.

“… I'm here to help you. ”

Lin Xi saw that there was still a 20-inch suitcase in the trunk, so he took the initiative to go over and take it down, dragging the box behind Fu Jingchen.

The small dirt road in the village was potholed, and until he came to a gray-looking, somewhat old bungalow, Fu Jingchen put the box at the door and knocked on the door.

“… Grandpa, it's me, open the door. ”

I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded.

Lin Xi didn't know who was in the house, and was about to ask if he wanted to make a louder noise, when he saw the wooden door creak and be slowly opened.

An old man in his seventies, with gray hair, stood inside the door, his voice trembling slightly: "... Chenchen is back? ”

The old man was holding a shiny wooden crutch in his left hand, and his back was hunched because of his age, looking in their direction.

But Lin Xi noticed that although the old man's eyes were looking at them, his cloudy eyeballs had no light—obviously blind.

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