The date agreed with Zhong Yubai is on Saturday.

That night, when Ji Zhentang was removing her makeup in the mirror, she thought of this incident and Ji Xinhe's concerns, "I don't want to provoke such a person", the word provoke made her heart palpitate, and she saw a little anxiety on her face, the eagerness for love, and the impatience for utilitarianism.

But this is not something that can be rushed.

Zhong Yubai, a deep and meticulous man.

She knew that elegant words and warm posture were just his etiquette and cultivation in the world.

What she couldn't see was the hand behind it.

And what is she in the palm of this hand? Ants aren't counted, dust, the kind that can't be seen with the naked eye. You don't have to pinch it to death, the duster is gone.

A small speck of dust plots against a big man, using the word provocation, is particularly appropriate.

On Saturday afternoon, Ji Zhentang took the time to go back to Ji Huan's house, because Ji Xinhe's customers sent a little good cigarettes and alcohol, and his aunt didn't touch it, usually asked Ji Zhentang to take it back.

Before leaving, Ji Xinhe suddenly stared at her for a while, and Ji Zhentang realized that she had an idea.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Xinhe said to her earnestly: "Xiaotang, don't blame your aunt for speaking indifferently, your father can already give you a lot." You study this major, such an expensive tuition fee, ordinary families can't afford it. You put yourself in his shoes and think about it, and Aunt Xu Qiang. Contentment is important, and one cannot have both.

"Don't be unhappy about these things, let alone drill the horns of the bull, adjust your mentality. If you can't get it, don't think about it, look ahead. ”

Thinking about her aunt's explanation, on the way there, her heart has been blocked.

At an age when she didn't know how to love and responsibility, her mother was inexplicably pregnant, and she gave birth to a child inexplicably, and her sloppy birth was destined for her to endure more cold eyes.

When she first arrived at this house, her sudden appearance made her father's wife startled.

I heard Xu Qiang and Ji Huan's quarrel across the wall-

"What kind of behavior are you?! Swindle! If my mother knew you had a child, she wouldn't have let me marry you! I can't imagine it, Ji Huan, when you are still so romantic, you are still involved with foreigners, right? Hurry up and send her away for me!! ”

She stood behind the door panel and remained in an awkward position for a long time.

Fortunately, Ji Zhentang was not sent away, and Xu Qiang never treated her harshly.

My aunt was right, this family had given her enough.

Ji Zhentang entered the door with a large bag and a small bag.

A small room that had been built for her in a cloakroom, a folding bed was put away in the corner, and the cupboard was piled with the clothes of the four seasons of a woman and a little boy.

When she was stunned at the closet without gaps, there was the sound of Xu Qiang opening the door and entering the house outside.

In a hurry to pick up the children who were out of school, Xu Qiang came over to greet Ji Zhentang, who had not seen him for a long time, and said kind words.

"Xiaotang came back to live, it cooled down some time ago, and I didn't have time to carefully sort out a bunch of seasonal clothes at home, and I put it in your room for a few days, it's a little ugly, right-Auntie, take it away."

Xu Qiang glanced at the messy cabinet, and was about to take the clothes away when she came over.

Ji Zhentang hurriedly stopped and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm not coming back to live." You're good to go here. ”

While speaking, a little boy in his early teens stretched out his head and held a toy gun under his arm, and when Ji Zhentang was about to answer with a smile, Ji Cheng raised his toy gun.

"Smack!"

A bullet bounced into her spine.

It was very light, through her clothes, as if she had been pricked by a needle, but she was stunned.

Then the boy's laughter came from behind him: "Haha you're dead!" Fall down! ”

“……”

Xu Qiang went over and slapped her son's head violently: "What are you doing!" No big, no small! ”

As she spoke, she rudely confiscated the gun in Ji Cheng's hand: "Come over and apologize to my sister." ”

Ji Zhentang was about to say no more, but not a single syllable had not yet been uttered.

Ji Cheng had already made a preemptive strike and cried out with a "wow".

“……”

"The damned child."

What does it mean for a crying child to have milk? His voice made the embarrassment in Xu Qiang's eyes feel distressed, it was not good to coax, and it was anxious if he didn't coax.

Ji Zhentang smiled stiffly: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

Xu Qiang pretended to lecture Ji Cheng for two more sentences, and found an excuse to send him into the study to do his homework.

turned around and said to Ji Zhentang in a guilty tone: "I don't know if you came back for dinner today, and you didn't prepare, you cooked too much for Xiaocheng's Chinese food, and the three of us plan to heat up the dishes in the evening, and say it in advance next time." ”

Where is her place at the table of their "three people"?

In the Zhong family, she is an outsider. In this home, it's no exception.

Ji Zhentang said: "I just came back to send something, and by the way, I got a study material, is my father not here today?" ”

Xu Qiang said: "He worked overtime, and it was estimated that it was a little late. ”

"Okay, I'll have dinner with my classmates in the evening, you can eat, don't burn it separately."

As she spoke, she felt embarrassed, and the polite words were to the end, so she didn't wait for Xu Qiang to keep it again, went to the study and hurriedly picked up a useless book and left with an excuse.

Slowed down to the wet street.

When there is only one person, Ji Zhentang can feel absolute freedom and comfort.

The weather was gloomy for more than a month.

Ji Zhentang looked at the sky blankly, not knowing when the rainy season would end, soaked in the endless rain, people became dizzy.

The bones hit by the fluttering "bullet" still maintain a numb sense of touch, which made her spine tense for a long time, and she never relaxed.

Ji Zhentang's footsteps paused at the intersection, and at that moment, she suddenly felt tightness in her chest. subconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart, but he couldn't prevent the violent heartbeat, as if he was about to break through his throat.

She closed her eyes and the waves surged towards her.

She heard the waves and saw the lighthouse. And - "Bang! ”

The distant sound of gunfire.

She opened her eyes suddenly, her hands and feet were numb, and she quickly held on to the street lamp on the side to support her crumbling body.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she looked up at the hallucinatory lighthouse, only to find that it was nothing more than a street lamp hanging overhead in the rain, and she was not on the boat, but in a comfortable dusk.

It's calm all around.

"It's okay, don't scare yourself......"

Ji Zhentang calmed himself and patted his heart.

When the rain fell, she had already gotten on the bus, watching the drizzle rushing against the glass window, and she was empty for a while. The body is very uncomfortable, but I can't tell what the specific problem is, I only feel that my hands are soft, I can't use my strength, and the movements of lifting the phone are dull and heavy.

When people are weak, they want to find something to rely on.

It was only when I was weak that I found an excuse to call my father.

A flash of thought turned into a fingertip that couldn't wait to rummage.

However, when the phone came out, she just said, "Dad, I'm a little uncomfortable—"

Ji Huan interrupted coldly: "What's wrong?" Didn't the money call you? ”

Ji Zhentang was stunned.

didn't give her a chance to respond at all, Ji Huan urgently suppressed his voice and said: "I'm in a meeting, don't call all the time if you don't have anything urgent, just send a message." ”

Always on the phone......

The last time was obviously a week ago, so it turns out that the frequency of contact between father and daughter is too high?

What could she say, she had to smile reluctantly: "Okay, then you can have a meeting." ”

Ji Huan: "Something to say on WeChat." ”

"Hmm."

The rapid beep in the earpiece and her fluctuating heartbeat all became harsh.

Slowly, she put her phone down.

Rain Light Street has arrived.

When Ji Zhentang got out of the car, the rain was not light, and she was holding an umbrella in her hand, but she didn't open it.

Someone in the alley was holding the maid's head to collect the clothes, shouting "raining" in her mouth, she stepped on the bricks, stopped and looked up, there were still some clothes left that had not waited for the master to get off work, hanging alone on the clothesline in the middle of the street.

The little girl's shirt, with its soaked lace collar, hung down in frustration, and water was dripping from the hem of the dress.

She inexplicably felt that this dress looked like she had worn when she was a child.

Forgotten in the pouring rain, all the clothes were gone, and only it was unclaimed.

Ji Zhentang just looked up like this for a while, and the umbrella didn't hit, and after a while, he felt that his face was hot.

She wiped it on her face, but she couldn't wipe off a face that was getting wetter and wetter.

remembered Zhong Heng and said: I thought you were reasonable.

I remembered my aunt and said: You have to put yourself in your father's shoes, think about Aunt Xu, and think about your brother.

Everyone told her to put herself in their shoes, and she needed to put herself in everyone's shoes to digest everything and understand their struggles.

But why? Obviously, she is also having a hard time.

I started living in elementary school, and I had to make up an excuse that I liked to stay with my classmates just because I was afraid of disturbing my father's family.

She gave them space, but no one cared if a little girl under the age of ten would put on her own bedding and get burned while tiptoeing in front of the water tank.

How sensible do people have to be to accept that they are superfluous from the moment they are born? She may not have grown up yet, and she may still need to be tempered.

Ji Zhentang put up the umbrella, walked forward while crying, his eyes were parallel to the edge of the umbrella, and he soon saw the weeping silk begonias trembling in the wind and rain.

She lifted the umbrella up.

If you look closely, there is a car parked under the tree, and in the frenzy of rain, begonia petals fall on the roof of the black car. The ancient walls are majestic, the remnants of flowers are raining, and the simple picture breaks into the modern traces that are not so harmonious, broken and luxurious, delicious and deep.

She recognized the car as having come to visit her aunt.

When he was about to get to the door, Ji Zhentang stopped.

Through the door, I heard the man's mellow and deep voice, faint, polite, in the wind and rain, people's hearts slowly quieted down.

He said: "It was good before the rain, and my father liked Lu'an tea very much. ”

Ji Zhentang felt a tissue from his bag and wiped his face carelessly. I cried a little fiercely just now, and my chest was still throbbing uncontrollably.

She stood under the eaves and sorted out her emotions a little.

Looking through the crack in the hidden door, Ji Xinhe was pouring him a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you."

Zhong Yubai took it and bowed his head gently.

She stood outside the door, five or six meters away, slender water droplets hanging from the eaves of the stacked green tiles, separated by a mist and moisture in her eyes, Ji Zhentang stared at the man, and saw that his figure was faintly illusory. Dressed in a light-colored shirt, he sat in an ordinary tan wooden chair with a slightly relaxed posture.

I thought that my aura was because I was wearing a noble dress, but when I saw such a simple shirt, it was also ironed exquisitely by his wide-shouldered and narrow-waisted figure, and he had a gentleman's elegance in his bones, like a lonely cloud and a wild crane, and he was not shocked.

"Does this tea still taste good?" Ji Xinhe asked.

Zhong Yubai was noncommittal, he lightly put aside the cup: "The location and picking method of the tea mountain are very important, the tea farmers in Jingzheshan are hand-picked, which is more meticulous than the mechanical operation of Nanshan, and the tea taste is naturally more fragrant, more fresh, and less astringent." ”

Ji Zhentang was surprised by his profundity, someone actually drank a sip of tea and could taste which mountain produced it.

And I heard his voice: Don't buy from Nanshan.

Ji Xinhe reacted slowly: "My brother's tea was really bought from Nanshan." ”

Zhong Yubai's voice was indifferent, and he smiled and said, "I've heard a little." ”

There was a soft "click" from outside the threshold.

The folding umbrella was folded in Ji Zhentang's palm.

Raindrops trickled down from her fingers, and she smiled astringently and greeted the visitor: "Boss Zhong." ”

Zhong Yubai looked back, only to see a pair of wet faces. His eyes were deep, and hers was very light, and the lightning brushed against each other without lingering too much. Because she quickly turned her eyes sideways.

The man lowered the cup in his hand, his eyes slowly gathering on hers.

Ji Zhentang's eyes swept to the table next to her, and there was a rare thing in the middle that did not belong here, which she saw at a glance.

The long wooden box is made of gold-rimmed classical ribbon tied into a regular knot, resting on the side of the tea set, fresh and abrupt.

Don't think about it, the expensive gifts he brought.

Ji Zhentang didn't ask much, she only whispered to Ji Xinhe: "Auntie, I'm a little uncomfortable, go upstairs and stay for a while."

The voice fell.

The menacing symptoms pinned her to the spot again, her scalp tightened, and then the tingling sensation slowly surged down from the top of her head, quickly spreading to her limbs, and the umbrella in her hand fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Ji Zhentang urgently held on to the handrail of the stairs next to him.

When Ji Xinhe helped her pick up the umbrella, she didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Ji Zhentang turned to hold her wrist, her palm was wet and cold: "Auntie, I ......"

Ji Xinhe looked at her pale face and frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

Ji Zhentang said: "I, I'm a little out of breath. ”

Ji Xinhe held her back and asked anxiously, "Where are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Heart, head is also dizzy. Probably...... I don't know if I've been staying up too late lately. My feet are numb. ”

Her legs were weak and she was trying to hold on to something.

A hand wrapped around her shoulder, and Ji Zhentang felt the center of gravity of his body move to the chest of the person behind him.

Immediately after, her whole person was lifted into the air.

Zhong Yubai hugged her and asked Ji Xinhe, "Is there a bed?" A chair that you can recline on is also fine. ”

Ji Xinhe said: "There is a room upstairs. ”

As he walked up, he said calmly, "Call an ambulance." ”

Ji Xinhe responded: "Oh, good, good! I'll just fight! ”

Ji Zhentang listened to the dull steps of the man at his feet.

Strongly held by him, she felt light.

It was also obvious that she was wet and he was dry.

The soft fabric on the chest of the shirt was also quickly spilled by her.

Ji Zhentang gasped with difficulty, like grabbing driftwood on the sea, pulling up a piece of clothing from his chest.

"It's so uncomfortable, I don't have the strength to ......"

"Don't rush, breathe slowly." Zhong Yubai put the pillow under her head, made sure that she was lying flat on the bed in the most comfortable position, gently held half of her cheek, leaned over slightly, looked at her panicked look, and stabilized her with a pair of calm eyes.

"Look me in the eye, Jane."

His voice was steady, slowly directing her gaze—

"Slowly, adjust your breathing."

"It's okay, nothing happens, don't be nervous."

The pair of fawn-like frightened eyes did not tremble lightly from the moment they throbbed, and the long look cushioned her emotions, Ji Zhentang gradually stabilized her breath under his gentle guidance, and her heartbeat was still very heavy, but she didn't have the chaotic sense of loss of control that she had just now.

Zhong Yubai looked at her.

Her eyes were clear, but their sockets were red.

Obviously, there was a bout of excess.

He leaned over again, very vaguely, and asked in her ear, "Crying?" ”

Ji Zhentang embarrassedly turned his face away, and rubbed the corners of his dried eyes with his fingertips.

The meaningless action was signaling, and she wanted to hide this secret.

The man's cool fingers reached behind her ear, as if searching for something.

As if being invaded, she subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Zhong Yubai softly comforted her and said, "Don't be afraid, check your heart rate." ”

The fingertips were precisely pressed against her carotid artery. 120 up and down, it is indeed on the fast side.

Half a minute later, he asked, "Is there a genetic disease in the heart?" ”

She shook her head: "No, there is no one in the family." ”

Zhong Yubai thought for a while: "It may be respiratory alkalosis." ”

"Poisoning?!" She was horrified.

"It's not serious, it's just hyperventilation."

The three words not serious made people calm down a little, and she asked worriedly: "Really?" ”

Zhong Yubai looked around, found a mask from the table next to her, and put it on for her: "Relax, you are very healthy." Don't take off the mask, it can help adjust the acid-base balance in the body. ”

Ji Zhentang asked: "But it's not the first time I've done this, is it really okay?" ”

Zhong Yubai didn't make a rash judgment, but said, "I'll go to the hospital for a check-up in a while, feel at ease." ”

She said incoherently: "Then you, you, you can't ......"

As if seeing through her thoughts, letting Ji Zhentang grab his hand, Zhong Yubai said, "I won't leave until your symptoms improve." ”

Ji Zhentang couldn't control it, his nose was sore, and tears were in his eyelashes. Through the hazy eyes of tears, she looked at the man's vague expression and realized that he was smiling.

He gently patted her skull twice with his fingers, coaxed a child, and said in a soft voice, "Okay, don't cry." ”

Zhong Yubai propped one hand on the edge of the bed, leaned over to her cheek, looked at the corners of the girl's red eyes, and smiled a little mockingly and comfortingly: "The little bears have become little white rabbits." ”