Title of the book: Something is not quite right with you

Author: Banlou Yansha

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Gui Huan woke up and was fifteen years old

Open the door of the house that is gently knocked

Outside stood the little boy of the neighbor's house next door

The boy with a blue nose and swollen face wiped his nosebleed with his dirty sleeve

He said in a muffled voice, "Can you give me a stutter?" ”

The boy's face overlaps with the man in his memory

Gui Huan recognized him, after all, the man's luxury car occupied the next half of the parking space downstairs

That's half of her family......

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In Gui Huan's eyes, it is really a miracle that Liao Yong lived to be thirty years old without any criminal record

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Sweet text, the sweet text of the Eight Classics

Plain and frustrated, the kind of flowing water that is comfortable to fall in love

The writing is shallow, but forgiveness is one

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Opened on June 30

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On July 31st, it began to rise V, and three chapters were updated on the same day

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Content Tags: Affection, Match Made in Heaven, Rebirth, Easy

Search keywords: Protagonist: Gui Huan ┃ Supporting role: Liao Yong ┃ Others:

In a word: Go back in time and save you

Intention: If you are willing to share kindness, you will get more happiness

Chapter 1

Bursts of crisp birdsong gradually sounded in the house, and the halo of street lamps pierced through the curtains, obscuring the light inside the house. There was a double bed by the window, and on the bed lay a woman sleeping in an upright position.

The woman's head rests in the center of the pillow, her long hair is scattered all around, and her face is as smooth as white porcelain, like a fake doll in a closet.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, as if she had never been asleep, and after a few blinks, she slowly sat up from the bed, took the phone on the bedside table, and turned off the alarm.

Gui Huan glanced at the time, half past five.

Ten years of her biological clock woke her up on time, lifted the quilt, and revealed the comfortable cotton and linen pajamas inside, her white feet falling on the floor.

Gui Huan got up and tied her hair up, took out a yoga mat from the wardrobe, and spread it in the center of the bedroom.

After her father's death the year before, she moved to the main house, which was a third larger than her room, and her room was converted into a private room, although most of it was filled with books.

Gui Huan's personality does not match her name at all, her long-deceased mother once said with melancholy, she is obviously a female doll, why is she like a little old man every day?

"Huan" has the meaning of cheerful, happy, and festive, but Gui Huan is neither cheerful nor lively, not to mention the extension of the word "Huan", male and female love, etc., which has nothing to do with her.

Gui Huan's ex-boyfriend once gave her a rather mocking nickname - Living Buddha.

Gui Huan himself didn't feel a little ridicule about this, he just felt that he was not quite right, Buddha, that is to be compassionate and universal to all sentient beings.

But she is not warm-hearted at all.

After doing two sets of sun salutations, Gui Huan sat cross-legged on the mat and meditated for ten minutes, and the day officially began.

Five years ago, Gui Huan was still working in a big city, facing the computer every day, and she had no concept of time as soon as she sat down.

After receiving the news of her mother's illness, Gui Huan quit her job and returned to her hometown.

Everyone else said that she had filial piety, but only she knew what was going on.

She has a flaw, that is, she doesn't pay much attention to anything.

Even with her closest parents, she just made a few more video calls with them.

In order to prevent himself from becoming a "white-eyed wolf" in the emotional program, Gui Huan will contact his parents on time every week, go home for the New Year, and send money if he can't go home, and order some gifts from the Internet. What the traditional concept of "filial son" should do, she will do.

In the first year after graduating from college, she mailed a "sea, land and air dinner" to her family, which was a gift package of seafood, meat, etc., plus two copies of Buddha jumping over the wall.

When her mother called her that night, she said, "Huan, you're not at home, don't buy so much food, your dad is going to have a drooping stomach!" ”

For the feedback from his parents, Gui Huan thought it was true, and every time in the future, it would be stopped at the point of arrival, and the rest would be transferred to money. After all, it would be too unfilial to support your parents.

Gui Huan's family conditions were not good when he was a child, and Gui Huan's mother did a lot of work after being laid off, doing one type of work and exterminating one type of work......

For example, the conductor on the bus and so on, can be described as a real industry dark light.

In the end, Gui Huan's mother started a breakfast stall, and the couple used the money they saved to open a small shop, which expanded into a small supermarket a few years later.

Gui Huan's parents are people who love to toss, the small supermarket made money, Gui Huan's mother struck while the iron was hot, and opened a small restaurant next to the station, only making fast food.

When Gui Huan was in college, his father opened a store selling hardware, and the family officially entered a well-off society.

After her parents left, Gui Huan didn't want to go back to the big city, she didn't have any material desires, and she had tens of thousands of bags at every turn, and no plastic bags were attractive to her.

Lightweight, when not in use, just put it in your pocket, whether you buy vegetables or load necessities, you can put it in immediately, unlike leather bags, you can't get wet, you can't hold seafood, the main thing is that it's not practical.

As for the clothes, it's good to be able to wear them, but where can the high-end clothes be? If you want to say that it is expensive, the golden silk silk clothes are the most expensive, but they are worn by the dead and buried......

She didn't cash out these "industries" at home, the fast food restaurant continued to open, and the hardware store was still his father's old buddy, she just went to see it occasionally, and usually nested in the supermarket.

She eats a lot of food, and often adds meals to herself during work hours, which is very convenient.

After washing, Gui Huan changed into a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, combed his hair into a ponytail, put on the eco-friendly convenience bag bought in the supermarket, and went out refreshingly.

This is an old building, with a total of six floors, and her family lives on the roof, and the family opposite has moved away before, and now rents it to a young couple working in Sangcheng.

In the middle lives an old neighbor, surnamed Liao, who has only one son at home all the year round, the same age as her, and spent some time in the same class in middle school.

Gui Huan is not a person who likes to make friends, junior high school, high school and college, she has never remembered the names of her classmates.

It can be described as an indifferent emotion to her parents, and it is impossible to have any special treatment for strangers, so she tries not to participate in the class assembly as much as possible, mainly because she is afraid that she will go to the wrong private room and not be able to call her name, which will make everyone embarrassed.

The lively occasion was incompatible with her, and she was the only one who seemed to be having a long, jerky dream, and she couldn't wake up.

It had just snowed last night, and when I went out of the unit door, I was covered in silver outside, and everywhere I looked was white.

Gui Huan pulled the zipper of the down jacket, buried the lower half of his face in the collar, and walked slowly to the supermarket.

Pulling open the iron door, turning on the power, stuffing the quick-frozen grilled sausages and buns into the oven and heating cabinet, boiling the oden and the tea eggs prepared last night, Gui Huan took out the broom, went out to sweep the snow and steps at the door, and after a while, guests came to the door.

In the morning, most of them were students and office workers, and many young people who lived alone did not make breakfast, Gui Huan worked all morning, and only stopped at about half past nine and began to eat his own breakfast.

Use chopsticks to knock the oden off the wooden skewers, take a pack of spicy beef tendons and enoki mushrooms from the shelf, mix them with some sesame sauce and vinegar, Gui Huan holds the sea bowl, eats slowly and methodically, and eats hot buns as the main food.

In the afternoon, people who worked part-time jobs would come to take over, Gui Huan finished eating and walked around the small supermarket, took out a bottle of yogurt from the freezer, and turned around to take down a pack of pickled pepper and phoenix feet from the shelf.

Gui Huan is not fat, he is six or eight meters tall, only in his early fifties, and Gui Huan's mother was also amazed, she eats so many things every day, where do you eat?

I didn't eat enough of a pack of phoenix feet, Gui Huan went to get another bag of pickled pepper bamboo shoots, and the crisp bamboo shoots made a clicking sound when chewed.

At the checkout, he smiled and said, "Boss, you can go to the live broadcast to bring goods, you are too appetizing to eat." ”

Gui Huan licked the corners of his mouth, a pair of jade-like Danfeng eyes were embedded in his white and tender face, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his thin lips with a slightly lighter color pulled out a smile: "I'm too attentive when I'm eating, I can't be distracted and sell well." ”

Gui Huan was born beautifully, and when he smiled, he was like a begonia flower with frost.

Xiao Ying's face turned red, and he suddenly became a little nervous, and stammered: "You, you just eat, no, no need to speak." ”

Gui Huan smiled lightly and sent the guests away, she glanced at the time and slowly calculated the account.

The TV in the store was playing a family ethics drama, Gui Huan sat with his waist straight, his eyes looked at the computer, his left hand methodically entered data, and his right hand held a fountain pen, jotting down some odd and bits in the notebook.

Supermarkets and fast food restaurants are stocked daily, and some payments are made in cycles, while others have to be settled on the same day.

The door was pulled open, and the electronic bear hanging from the door said in a high, mechanical electronic voice, "Welcome, welcome." ”

Gui Huan looked away from the computer screen and saw a tall figure.

The man wore a black jacket, black sweatpants, and a black sweatshirt underneath, with a white undershirt exposed at the neck and hem of the shirt.

He was tall and less than a punch away from the top of the door.

The man didn't look in the direction of Gui Huan when he entered the door, turned right and walked to the shelf, and took one of the cooked foods in the store, and even took five packs of dried small fish and canned fish.

Carrying a basket of things, the man walked to the cash register, pointed to the back and said, "A cloud stream." ”

Gui Huan glanced at him, and the man lived next door to her house, the only son of the Liao family, Liao Yong.

Liao Yong didn't shave, there was a lot of stubble on his chin, and his half-length hair was fried messily, if it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, he would have looked like a bum.

Gui Huan turned around to get a cigarette and thought: It seems that he is resting today.

Liao Yong's style of dressing is always extremely polarized, and he will dress in a dignified manner on weekdays, with high-end suits, designer leather shoes, and meticulous hair wax.

The bridge of his nose and brow bones are high, which makes his eyes appear extraordinarily deep and smells of mixed blood.

If you just look at the face, it is indeed very bluffing. The big girls and little daughters-in-law in this neighborhood are very fond of his face, and often mention his name when they are doing homework at the door of the supermarket.

But when Liao Yong rests, the overall impression will be the opposite.

Of course, in the eyes of those who like his face, his raunchy appearance may be more wild and rough, with a mysterious charm.

For Gui Huan, Liao Yong is a good guest, but that's all, the two have never said more than three sentences.