Xue Ling felt that she had taken a fancy to the man who lived next door.

On the tenth day when she was driven back to her grandmother's house by Xue Renkai, she had seen the man three times, the first two times were when he came back from work to take a cold shower in the yard of his house.

In the past, she would never like this kind of man.

I don't have any money, and I'm old.

But now she's fascinated and obsessed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could think of his body and well-defined features, and she could only open them and stare dryly at the ceiling, silent in the middle of the night, tossing and turning in bed and unable to sleep.

The man's name is Cheng Jing, Chinese New Year's Eve, unmarried, with a stupid brother who drags oil bottles.

I heard from the people in the town that Cheng didn't get married because of his stupid brother, which woman is willing to marry to take care of two men, and Cheng has no money, even if he is good-looking, he has a drag oil bottle, and whoever sees it will hide it.

Thinking of this, Xue Ling pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, only she understood what her smile meant.

Xue Ling couldn't sleep, put on a T-shirt and shorts and walked up to the balcony on the third floor, just in time to see the courtyard next door, and it was here that she saw Cheng actually taking a cold shower in the yard of his house.

The weather was hot, and he came back covered in sweat when he finished it in the evening, took off his sweatshirt and poured cold water directly, the cold water doused the heat on his body, but it couldn't extinguish the heat burning in her heart.

Xue Ling couldn't tell what it was like, it seemed to be a heartbeat, and it seemed to be a glance for ten thousand years, a vast sea of people, she just glanced at it, and she was firmly attracted to her gaze, and she couldn't move away for half a minute.

The next morning, Xue Ling knocked on Cheng Jing's door, and it was the little fool, Cheng Jing's younger brother, who opened the door.

When the little fool saw the living person, his eyes subconsciously dodged, and he whispered timidly: "Who are you looking for?" ”

I'm not afraid of strangers.

Xue Ling looked him up and down, tried to show a kind smile, and said, "Is your brother at home?" ”

She thought that the smile she pretended to be very kind, but the little fool was still frightened, and hurriedly took a few steps back, "Wait, wait." ”

The little fool shouted as he entered the back room: "Brother, brother, someone, someone." ”

It's not too stupid.

Xue Ling thought about it, and his eyes were a little colder.

Soon I saw a tall man coming out of the back room, he was wearing black half-sleeves, and his lower body was a pair of black cargo pants, the clothes had probably been washed and dried many times, and the fabric was a little whitish, he pursed his lips slightly, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have thousands of sorrows that could not be dissolved, his eyes were thick and deep like splashing ink, his facial features were hard and distinct, and in the next second, without warning, he saw Xue Ling standing at the door.

Xue Ling stared at his eyes, and suddenly her heart was pierced by an arrow, she couldn't move and think, obviously those eyes were the same as other people's, but she read loneliness and loneliness in his eyes, and he didn't speak, as if he was used to silence and forbearance.

The little fool rushed out of the back room, holding a wooden sword in his arms, swinging his hands and feet together, and reading words he did not understand.

After a while, Xue Ling came back to her senses, her sight was taken away by the little fool, she smiled, the frost in her eyes melted, and said: "I heard that you know how to carpenter, you do a good job, my grandmother's wardrobe is broken, I want to ask you to help make a new wardrobe." ”

He still didn't speak, just looked at the little fool wielding the wooden sword with those deep and deep eyes, he opened his mouth, and said to the little fool in a hoarse voice: "Cheng He, put away the toys, don't hurt others." ”

Xue Ling saw that his Adam's apple was rolling, and the voice coming out of his throat was low and hoarse, as if there was a problem with the pronunciation of his vocal cords.

The little fool didn't hear it.

Cheng actually shouted to him repeatedly: "Cheng He." ”

Xue Ling didn't care and said: "He won't hurt me, and I will hide." ”

Cheng Jing looked at her and replied to what she said just now: "You find someone else to do it, I can't take it." ”