Song Jinhe looked him straight into the eyes: "How do you know that I don't like to be jealous?" I don't think I've ever told you what I liked, right? ”

She eats at Cheng Qianhuai's house on weekdays, and what he can always do is very much in line with her heart, so she only said that it was delicious and did not provoke other topics.

So why does Cheng Qianhuai make every thing that just gets stuck on her preferences?

At first, she may not realize it, but the longer she gets along, the more she feels that she has nothing to hide in front of him.

The two have been together for more than half a year, and Song Jinhe can also find out some of Cheng Qianhuai's preferences, but it is far from what he knows about her.

The question was pointed out by her directly, Cheng Qianhuai's hand holding the chopsticks was slightly forced, and then he lowered his head to eat noodles, and quickly began to look for excuses in his heart.

"Don't try to lie to me, Cheng Qianhuai, if you think I won't be angry and have no temper, then you can try."

Song Jinhe picked up a noodle and sucked it into his mouth, the noodles were strong and flavorful, obviously he put a lot of thought into kneading the noodles alone.

She knew that he had no ill will towards her, and she knew that he cared for and valued her.

But she always felt that he had a mask on his face, and he never took it off.

Cheng Qianhuai knows that if he hides it any longer, I'm afraid he will never want to have any contact with her in the future.

With a somewhat feeble sigh, he pushed away the bowl of hand-rolled noodles in front of him to make some space, and then took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.

The book is not very big, and the cover is painted with all kinds of magnificent patterns, and the lilac bottom plate is obviously the most sought after object for young girls in stationery stores.

Song Jinhe hesitantly took the notebook, and when he opened the first side, he saw her name.

The handwriting was a little childish, but she could recognize it as she had written it down one by one.

"This is, my notebook?"

She asked with some hesitation, but Cheng Qianhuai nodded lightly: "You suddenly didn't like it after you bought it, so you threw it to me sitting next to the trash can." ”

Song Jinhe frowned, she didn't remember that this had happened at all, but she also knew that she had really done this kind of thing when she was just a freshman in high school.

She has always been a person who likes the new and hates the old, and naturally she will not take the old book seriously anymore when she has a better look.

But she felt a little wasteful, so she probably found someone to send it out, and didn't pay much attention to the person who took the book.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her little face full of doubts, and her voice tightened slightly.

"It was my birthday, and I thought it was a gift from you."

After speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Later, I naturally knew that it was just a misunderstanding, but I was also very happy."

Because since I was a child, I have always been ridiculed and abused by others, and this book is the only kindness to me. ”

Song Jinhe's heart was slightly sour, she opened the book and found what was recorded in it.

It's all about her, the restaurants she frequents, the meals she orders regularly, the style of clothes she likes to wear, the choices and changes in her tastes.

"I know it's wrong to spy on you, but I was living a depressed and painful life every day, and your smile was my only salvation and a ray of light in my dark life.

This kind of behavior of mine is indeed very shameless, but otherwise I will not be able to persevere. ”

Cheng Qianhuai's mind instantly conjured up his father's beating and scolding, his mother's disgust, and his peers' ridicule and ridicule of him.

All this was a nightmare in his heart, a source of nightmares, and a mud that buried him inside.

He couldn't break free, and he wanted to continue to indulge in it until he was abandoned by society and ran to the end of his life.

But Song Jinhe's appearance gave him motivation, gave him a reason to live, and gave him hope to work hard.

"To tell you the truth, everything I have now is so that I can become a knight guarding you, be qualified to stand by your side, and be able to say good morning to you generously."

The corners of Cheng Qianhuai's lips showed a wry smile: "I don't dare to expect anything, I just hope that I can get closer to the light in my life, closer." ”

Song Jinhe's hand holding the book was a little hard, she really couldn't imagine that Cheng Qianhuai had been hiding by her side for a long time, since the beginning of high school to the present, she had never found this little tail following her for so many years.

"You can say hello to me."

She sighed and spoke.

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head: "I'm not worthy, I was a wild child that no one wanted, I have done everything I have done picking up bottles, moving goods, and playing black boxing."

I was covered in the stench of garbage, sweat, blood.

I'm a man living in the mud, and I haven't crawled out of it yet, so how can I be worthy to talk to you?

I'm afraid I'm going to make you sick. ”

Song Jinhe looked at the cold and handsome man sitting in front of him, and couldn't imagine how much pressure he had to bear when he was young, and how much hardship he endured to achieve his current achievements.

Although she still minded that he had secretly investigated her, it was obvious that it was the end of the world, and there was no need to continue to dwell on this kind of thing.

"It's all over, let's eat."

She threw the notebook back, lowered her head and picked up a noodle and continued to stuff it into her mouth.

Cheng Qianhuai carefully took the notebook and looked up at her: "Don't you think, I'm disgusting?" ”

Song Jinhe swallowed the noodles in his mouth: "It's not disgusting to work hard with your own hands, and the original family is not something you can choose."

It's just that you really shouldn't have been following me all the time, it's really not good, I'll send you to the police station before the end of the world. ”

Cheng Qianhuai laughed, understanding that she had completely accepted him, and he didn't need to hide his truest self in front of her in the future.

"So, don't you think that I don't have a good heart for you in the future?"

He moved back the bowl of noodles that belonged to him, and looked at her with bright eyes that implied anticipation.

Song Jinhe sneered: "Eat your food, I don't always think about it so much." ”

Cheng Qianhuai breathed a sigh of relief, eating the noodles in a big gulp, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

After eating all his noodles, Song Jinhe raised his eyes to look at Cheng Qianhuai, thought for a moment and then spoke: "If a natural disaster will damage this house, and you can't continue to live there, what are you going to do?" ”

"I'll follow you."

Cheng Qianhuai opened his mouth without hesitation, his eyes were extremely firm.

"I'll go wherever you go, and if you lose it, I'll find you at all costs."

Song Jinhe looked at his amber eyes, and there was a faint tingling in his heart.

Would he have been looking for her in the last life? It's just that she goes out on weekdays except for searching for supplies, and is locked in the house by her scumbag father and grandmother at other times and forbidden to run around, just like a dog in captivity by them.

In the end, she even died in the scorching heat, I wonder if he finally knew that she was dead?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little irritated in her heart, and threw out all the thoughts in her head and poured a glass of water.

She had been born again, and it would be a shame to think about the events of her previous life.

(End of chapter)