Although she and Zhao Cheng did not communicate at all, she was not an ordinary person, and in a short period of time, she had already sketched a profile of Zhao Cheng's image in her heart.

Constrained, sober, determined, confused, lonely, habitually keeping a distance from the world, from the people around them, immersed in their own world.

In this, the constraints come from the observation of Zhao Cheng's clothes, but as for the latter ones, they are judged through temperament and demeanor, and through the feeling of superpowers.

Such people are not in the minority in this world.

In her judgment, Zhao Cheng is undoubtedly still at a low point in his life, although he is going out with difficulty, but there is still a long way to go.

Undoubtedly, people who are in such a trough are the easiest to attack.

If there is such a person, to accompany him and encourage him, the favorability will definitely be directly filled.

But the reality is that such a person, at such a stage, often does not meet such a person.

And in the future, when this period of time passes, no one can enter the hearts of such people.

I have to say that many things in the world are always so helpless, either because the time is not right, or the people are wrong.

However, this kind of thought only lasted for a moment, and Li Qingmeng didn't think about it.

Her subjective judgment was that Zhao Cheng and her were not in the same world, indeed, she was aware of this, but she had no reason to be that person.

Without relatives and without reason, her kindness is not so much.

In the blink of an eye, this matter was left behind her.

......

After the rain subsided, Zhao Cheng held an umbrella and walked to his rental house.

Because it was summer, he wore very thin clothes, and it rained at night to cool down, and the wind and rain hit his body, and the cold was strong.

The wind and rain were strong, except for the sporadic cars on the street, there were almost no pedestrians in sight, although the world was not quiet, but Zhao Cheng still had a sense of silence.

The rain soaked the clothes, the water on the road, the shoes were wet, slimy, cold, the wind was blowing the umbrella, and there was no small resistance.

He felt a little embarrassed, but he also felt that it was nothing.

Returning to his rental house with difficulty, the moment he opened the door, the room was black and empty, and the loneliness of a moment made him stunned.

For a moment, he even felt that life seemed meaningless.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

After that, he mechanically washed, changed clothes, and listened to the wind and rain outside the window, as if the whole world was left alone.

Drip, drip!

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's mobile phone rang, it was an invitation to a video call, and the note was Zhao Xiaoxiang.

"Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng......"

After the phone was connected, Zhao Xiaoxiang waved his hand on the phone, and his eyes smiled like crescent moons.

"How are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.

"Well, I think I'm still alive, but I can't die."

Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment, then responded.

"When you say that, I'm relieved."

Zhao Xiaoxiang nodded with satisfaction.

"Let me tell you, just now I took a nap and had a dream, in which I traveled to another world, as for you, I was arrested by the villain at the beginning, and I had to sacrifice it as a sacrifice, it was me, holding the sword in one hand, and brushing the final boss alone, which saved you......

Zhao Xiaoxiang chattered.

When Zhao Cheng heard this, he chose to ignore Zhao Xiaoxiang's nap at night, as for life, how could this thing be meaningless?!

"Zhao Xiaoxiang, I seriously doubt that you have carried out some kind of artistic processing in this dream of yours, what villain can catch me?"

"I, Zhao Invincible Cheng, even if I carry ......."

The two chatted for a while, and before finally ending the call, Zhao Xiaoxiang said that he wanted to surprise Zhao Cheng.

As the phone hung up, the rental house suddenly fell silent

There was the sound of wind and rain outside.

But the same scene, because of people's different moods, gives people a completely different feeling.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng only felt that the sky was clear and the wind was smooth.

Even now, it's actually raining at night.

......

For several days in a row, the past was repeated, that is, the weather cleared up after two days of rain.

Zhao Cheng did similar things every day, but because of the surprise that Zhao Xiaoxiang said, he had a little more expectation, and his mood was also subtle.

The girl at the front desk, in addition to watching videos every day, still habitually pulls him to chat, talking about all kinds of gossip, but it is not how deep her relationship with Zhao Cheng is, it is just simple and needs an audience.

The most important thing is that in the kendo hall, among all the people, only Zhao Cheng does not argue with her.

Undoubtedly, what she wants is not a chat partner, but a, yes, yes, yes, yes......, such a good listener.

......

On Friday night, Zhao Cheng came home from work and saw Zhao Xiaoxiang's surprise at the door of his home.

「surprise！「

Zhao Xiaoxiang, who was squatting at the door, jumped up.

"Stop!"

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and stopped Zhao Xiaoxiang's further movements.

"That's what you call a surprise?!"

Zhao Cheng's head was a little messy.

Indeed, this time is summer vacation for Zhao Xiaoxiang.

"What, you don't like this surprise?!" Zhao Xiaoxiang's eyes became dangerous.

"I like it."

Zhao Cheng took it to heart.

"I can't believe that you're starting to like minimalism now."

After Zhao Xiaoxiang entered the room, he nodded.

Low EQ: Poverty.

High EQ: Minimalist.

"Have you booked a place to stay?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"Wait, I'm coming to you, and you're going to let me book a place outside?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.

"I like your bed very much, now it's mine, I think this piece is very suitable for bunking."

Zhao Xiaoxiang is anti-guest-oriented, and it seems that he is the master here.

The place where Zhao Xiaoxiang said to lay on the floor is the place where Zhao Cheng practices swordsmanship on weekdays.

In order to facilitate the cultivation of swordsmanship, although his room is a single room, the area is not small.

"Zhao Cheng, have you thought about the future?"

After turning off the lights, Zhao Xiaoxiang lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling by the dim light.

"In the future, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Cheng said that the floor is a little hard, but it is not a big problem.

"What about getting married?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked again.

"It's not fun to push other people's daughters into the fire pit!"

Zhao Cheng gasped.

"You didn't say that before, I still remember someone, a few years ago, but kept saying, Wu Yi, how can I live without you, why has it become a fire pit now?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang spoke venomously.

Zhao Cheng felt that this question was not easy to answer, who had not died when he was young, he felt that his biggest mistake back then was not to say this, but to have the courage to tell Zhao Xiaoxiang about it at that time.

"So, don't get married?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang saw that Zhao Cheng did not speak, and changed the topic.

"It's all right!"

Zhao Cheng looked at the ceiling and felt that his sister seemed to be less cute the bigger it was.