But she just squatted down beside him very lightly, holding her face, the baby fat on her face was very heavy, her skin was fair, and she could see that she was very beautiful at a very young age, and her clean palm touched his head very lightly.

Seeing that he did not speak, he carefully touched it twice.

"Brother, give it to you." A pair of eyes were dark, and his lips were slurred, and he clutched his hand and said.

"Can you play with me?"

She may never know what that candy meant to him.

It was like a ray of light coming through.

Jin Zhuoqi will never forget, they said that they would be together forever.

Nie Zhao not only forgot about him, but also threw him away.

Like his biological parents, he abandoned like a shoe.

She didn't know how long she had been staring, but the sunlight outside the window could even see the delicate fluff on the girl's skin, and her long eyelashes trembled a little in sleep, like a butterfly with thin wings.

The car drove to the tube building, parked downstairs, Jin Zhuoqi unbuckled his seat belt, sat in the car and listened to the calm at the moment, he didn't know what he was thinking in his head, but the sound of even breathing in his ears made him feel a little inexplicably relieved, as if the speed of blood circulation in his body had slowed down, and after more than ten minutes, he opened the car door and carried Nie Zhaoheng back to his shabby-looking home.

When Nie Zhao woke up, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and she set a watch for herself to avoid missing the time to go to work.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a ceiling of white flowers.

The unfamiliar environment and unrelenting consciousness made her mind stunned for a second, then she tore off the quilt and sat up and looked around, the peeling white walls and dilapidated decorations made her instantly recognize the small twenty-dollar hotel she had been to last time.

After sitting up, Nie Zhao pinched his sore legs, straightened his clothes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and raised his head to look at the white light above his head.

In front of it was a small light bulb, which had been replaced by a large visor lamp, and the window was also bright, but the curtains were tightened, and the bedroom would be a little dim, and the light was on and no different from the sun's rays that came in, and it was dazzling.

The lights were really broken last time.

It's also too bad to coincide.

When she was about to be late for work, Nie Zhao hurriedly walked out of the bedroom, thinking about when she fell asleep and how Jin Zhuoqi had sent her here.

There was no one in the living room, he should go to class, the whole house was on her own, and when she left in a hurry, her eyes swept over a photo on the coffee table, and before she had time to think about it, Nie Zhao took a taxi to the convenience store.

The small tram is at home, and it is too late to start.

Along the way, Nie Zhao recalled the photograph of a woman holding a little boy with a young face and a serious expression.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Kun.

I don't know why, she thinks Fu Kun will answer this question.

[Is the tube building on Rouge Lane his home? 】

Fu Kun replied: [That's right. 】

There was a lot of chaos in the past, and in the nineties there were even a lot of people who came out to sell, but then the regulations became stricter, and this kind of thing gradually dissipated, but very few people rented the buildings over there.

Jin Zhuoqi has lived there since he was a child, and because the rent is cheap, even if it is a little unsafe, it is already a good place for Jin Ruxin to live.

Later, after Jin Ruxin passed away, Jin Zhuoqi bought the house, and he often suffered from insomnia, and it would be better if he lived in the place where he lived when he was a child.

Nie Zhao took a deep breath, thought of his disgusted gaze that day, and rubbed his forehead.

And she can't be blamed.

How did she know that Jin Zhuoqi was still living in that kind of shabby place.

Why did he take her home to sleep?

I saw Fu Kun and asked by the way: [There is a basketball game in our school next week, are you coming?] 】

What am I going to do? 】

[Brother Zhuo also participated, a good opportunity to be courteous has come. 】

Nie Zhao sneered.

She didn't think Jin Zhuoqi liked to be courteous.

[Don't go.] 】

After returning without mercy, I entered the convenience store and started working.

***

The next day, the doctor at the hospital called Nie Zhao and asked her to get the report, but Nie Zhao was still a little stunned, thinking that she was going to be dragged up by Jin Zhuoqi to go to the hospital today, but the other party didn't seem to pay attention to her after checking it yesterday.

She went to get the test results, talked to the psychiatrist for a long time, and re-prescribed the medication that was right for her.

The doctor told her that she couldn't always take sleep pills, and that maybe she could find something else to distract herself and keep herself busy.

She came back from the hospital with a bag of medicine and wanted to read the bill, but was told that the medical bill had also been settled.

When she came out of the hospital and looked at the foggy sky, she was also relieved.

She didn't want Jin Zhuoqi to see her inspection report, as if she had been stripped naked and exposed to the air.

Even if he knew that even if she didn't give it, he would know about her physical condition from the doctor's mouth, but she just didn't want to face to face and expose everything to him.

Jin Zhuoqi's eyes were too cold, too penetrating, as if there was no temperature, and a pair of black eyes were sharp and calm, so that she had nowhere to hide.

Burdened with guilt, she always stood in front of him without any confidence.

[Have you taken any medicine?] 】

Dragging his tired body, as soon as he arrived home and lay on the sofa, he saw this WeChat message sent by Jin Zhuoqi ten minutes ago, as if urging his life.

She even had soft fingers, and she was weak and perfunctory: [Hmm. 】

[Take a video next time you take medicine.] 】

【？ 】

[The video of taking medicine, shoot a little more carefully, let me see you swallow it one by one. ] 】

？

Sick?

Nie Zhao sat up and looked at the news in amazement, a little shocked that he would send such a message.

After knocking on the input box for a long time, the takeaway arrived, and I was suddenly deflated, so I gave up arguing with him.

After eating, I slept for a while and threw myself into the day's work.

When she came back in the evening, she was so sleepy that she was already delirious, and her work and rest had been a little chaotic recently, because she had temporarily adjusted her working hours and had not sorted out her sleep, and even if she had just woken up, she had no strength and was tired.

I don't know if it's because the medicine has a sleeping ingredient in it.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Jin Zhuoqi hadn't forgotten to send her a message.

[Video.] 】

Debt collection.

Nie Zhao threw down his mobile phone and ignored him to take a shower, and at one o'clock in the morning, he sat in the living room and took medicine.

She got off work at eleven o'clock, came home for half an hour, ate for half an hour, bathed for half an hour, and didn't have a free time until about one o'clock in the morning.

Perhaps he was born with a sensitivity to the camera, so he adjusted several angles, found a position with the best view, and recorded the whole process of taking the medicine, and sent it to Jin Zhuoqi for about three minutes.

In the next few days, Nie Zhao didn't feel that taking medicine had any effect, she didn't dare to use self-harm to reduce psychological pressure, she was too obviously found out by him, and she didn't take any other sleeping pills, sometimes her eyes were open until dawn, and when she had nothing to do, she often stared at one place motionless.

She even felt that curing her illness was more tiring than not curing, and that it had accelerated the burning of her life.

But Jin Zhuoqi was always able to take the trouble to ask her for a video at every time she took the medicine.

On a rare sunny day, Nie Zhao sat in the living room, facing his mobile phone with a cold face, pinching the medicine and shaking it in front of the camera, and finally showed a false smile that was not smiling, and ate all five or six in one bite.

I didn't record the expression that was so bitter that it was crumpled together, and I covered my phone.

This time, the video is only seven seconds fast.

It's so bitter.

Busy took a lollipop she bought at a convenience store from the side and stuffed it into her mouth to bite and chew to relieve the bitterness.

"Ding Dong" sounded.

It was the first time I received a message from Jin Zhuoqi after receiving the video.

Nie Zhao lifted his phone and glanced at it, looking at those two words, his reaction was a little slower.

Suddenly clenched the phone, the long black eyelashes drooped, and the bitterness was gradually overturned by the candy.

[Laugh more.] 】

Chapter 30

I don't know when, Nie Zhao had a tacit agreement with Jin Zhuoqi.

She goes to Jin Zhuoqi's house every Friday.

In the living room, toilet, bathroom, Jin Zhuoqi grew up living in the bedroom to do.

It seems that there is a strong desire under the calm appearance, as if he wants to unlock a new map on Nie Zhao, and every Friday seems to be missing half a life, but Nie Zhao can also sleep the most comfortable sleep of the week on that day.

Nie Zhao occasionally felt ashamed, it was his house, and his mother had lived there for more than ten years, and every place was the breath of the two of them.

Every time she opened her eyes, she could think of how Jin Zhuoqi and Jin Ruxin lived here, and after lunch, she might sit on the sofa and watch TV, at this time, she would feel Jin Zhuoqi's presence on the sofa, Jin Zhuoqi would obediently sit at the desk in the bedroom and calculate the math problems, while she sat on the neat but not beautiful desk with hot cheeks and panting.

And the next second, the soul will be stimulated out of the body, and there will be no ability to think at all.

She would go to the hospital every week for a check-up, but Jin Zhuoqi would not go in, but would sit at the door of the ward and wait, whether it was an hour or two hours, or an afternoon, he would wait at the door as if he had plenty of time to wait for her to come out.

Nie Zhao didn't know if he knew about her condition from the doctor, but Nie Zhao knew that the medicine she was taking was of no use at all.

She felt that she was often sleepy and that the pay at the convenience store was not very high, so she was considering whether to change jobs.

But she wondered if the residual memories on the Internet would affect her normal work, after all, she didn't even dare to take off her mask now.

On Friday, she worked at a convenience store as usual, the weather was cold, she took her salary and went to a nearby shopping mall to buy a white shirt and a sleeveless black sweater, simple jeans, her hair was obediently tied at the back of her neck, and she wore a mask to work in the convenience store in silence.

In this low-key and restrained manner, there are still many people who ask her for WeChat, all of them are college students in the neighborhood, and the long-term workers who come to work in convenience stores are most likely to drop out of high school, and their family backgrounds are average.

The boys who asked her for WeChat probably looked at her and thought that her dress was not aggressive, it was easy to bubble, easy to use, easy to cheat into bed, and it didn't matter if she dumped it after playing.