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2022.12.25

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In early spring, the sky is sunny after the rain.

In the evening, the remnant clouds were reddened by the sunset that slowly sank westward, and the drizzle melted the long street into a damp patch, glowing with coldness.

The retro-colored walls on the street are pasted with the word "Fu", and some houses have lanterns hanging on the eaves, and the ears move with the wind. The taste of the New Year is not strong, but there is light joy everywhere.

After a while, a black off-road car drove out of the neighborhood and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

Close to the station.

Nan Zhao propped his chin and looked out the window at the building.

The speed of the train is slowing down, and the broadcast prompts are broadcast on time and on time——

[Passengers, the arrival station in front of the train is Yicheng Station, passengers who get off at Yicheng Station, please prepare to get off in advance......]

【Passengers......】

The station quickly became noisy.

The second time he took the high-speed rail, Nanzhao was still a little rusty.

Hearing the announcement, she stood up after the passenger, standing on tiptoe and struggling to reach the suitcase on the luggage rack and move it down.

The uncle next door couldn't look past it and took a hand. Nan Zhao took a step sideways, pursed his lower lip, and thanked softly after taking it.

As the crowd squeezed out of the train, it was already sweating slightly.

Surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings.

Gusts of cold wind hit, colder. The skin on his cheeks and neck was stabbed, and Nanzhao hid his chin in his scarf.

The flow of people gradually spread, she pushed her luggage, stopped in the square outside the high-speed rail station, raised her hand to put the broken hair behind her ear, and looked around, her eyes showing confusion.

She rarely comes to Yicheng and doesn't know the road.

My aunt and Uncle Jin were classmates in high school. Before she took the high-speed train from Beijing, her aunt said that she didn't have to worry, and had asked Uncle Jin to notify his son in advance to pick her up at the station.

But the problem is.

She didn't know Uncle Jin's son at all......

It's a seventeen-year-old girl.

After going to the capital from the south, I came to Yicheng by high-speed train in a daze, and I floated up helplessly, and the tip of my nose began to uncontrollable pantothenic acid.

Nan Zhao lowered his eyes and sniffled.

Not far from the street, Jin Yao finished coping with the news, leaned on the side of the pillar and continued to look for people, raised his head impatiently, and coincidentally, he bumped into this scene.

His eyes lit up.

On the mobile phone, it is the WeChat that has just been sent.

Cheap Dad: [I see that the time should be almost up, have you received someone?] ]

Above the message, there is a photo from a few hours ago.

In the photo, the girl has black hair and a shawl, wears a white loose sweatshirt, and looks at the camera with round and beautiful peach blossom eyes, smart and playful, and the room is full of brightness.

This one in front of me is pitiful.

It looks wilted, like a discarded kitten.

Jin Yao looked down at the photo again.

Sure it was right, he snorted and replied a few times.

- Y: [Got it.] ]

The phone quickly "ding-dong".

Cheap Dad: [The little girl left home for the first time, I guess I'm scared, you try to pretend as well, don't scare people, and don't bully people.] ]

Jin Yao didn't pay any attention to it and strode over.

A sudden shadow pressed down from overhead.

Nan Zhao subconsciously raised his head, and before he could react, the suitcase was carried over.

Nan Zhao: "Huh? ”

The girl's blank eyes were panicked and surprised, and the helplessness in her eyes immediately became heavier, and she was a little more vigilant.

Jin Yao looked at her condescendingly, frowning slightly, "Nan Zhao? ”

Within a few seconds, Nan Zhao had a vague number in his heart, and he didn't dare to recognize people, afraid of making mistakes, so he hesitated, "...... Be. ”

After a pause, she asked, "Are you, Uncle Jin's son?" ”

The boys are tall.

is 1.85 meters tall, with a beautiful skin soaked in coldness, and broken hair touching the eyebrows, hiding impatience. Fox eyes, the tail of the eye is slightly picked, but not hooked, wild and sharp.

He was dressed all in black. Jacket, cargo pants.

The sunset is swallowed up.

When night fell, the light and darkness fell behind him, and looking at each other like this, it gave people the illusion that he would be choking his neck and biting his throat at any time.

He looked at her with his eyes down.

"Crying?"

Nan Zhao was a little scared and took a small step back.

Tilting his head slightly, seeing that his gaze seemed to fall on the half of her face exposed outside the scarf, he remembered what he asked, and shook his head slightly.

"Nope."

The eyes are red and tidal.

Didn't cry and didn't leave.

Seeing that she looked very vigilant, the boy restrained his coldness and said a low "um", which was a response.

"Jin Yao."

The phone was handed over.

"See for yourself."

Nan Zhao was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant, and glanced at the screen, it was the chat interface between him and Uncle Jin.

He was proving his identity to her.

"Confirmed?" He asked.

Nan Zhao nodded stiffly.

"Well, let's go." Jin Yao stared at her, holding the lever with his hand, and withdrew his gaze.

He walked ahead, easily dragging the suitcase that was heavy for her, and the four wheels made a clicking sound on the not-so-smooth stone floor.

Nan Zhao followed, hesitated for a few seconds, and called him.

The girl's voice is clear and clean, a little soft with a southern girl, and more brittle.

There is a kind of wind chimes blown by the breeze, which wakes up people's pleasant ears.

Jin Yao stopped and tilted his head. Nan Zhao hurriedly caught up, fell half a step away, and whispered to him thank you.

Jin Yao only raised his eyebrows slightly.

Remembering what his aunt had instructed, through the suitcase, Nan Zhao raised his face, politely revealed his chin hidden in the scarf, and said it again.

"I'm sorry for you, Brother Jin Yao."

It's pretty good.

Jin Yao's eyes were cold, and he lowered his head and looked at the little girl in front of him who was a head shorter than him.

His gaze flashed over the bright and white face.

"Don't bother, let's go."

"Oh." Nan Zhao was a little embarrassed.

The boy has a big step, and Nan Zhao gradually struggles to follow.

Jin Yao noticed it, and quietly slowed down his pace.

Nan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

She followed him quietly, looked at the suitcase for a while, and couldn't help but look at the boy's back a little.

Desolate and cold.

The personality is not very easy to get along with.

It seems that the word "unwelcome" is exuded all over the body.

Very bad first sight.

Nan Zhao sighed in his heart.

In fact, she can also understand, after all, it is very comfortable to live alone, and suddenly multiple strangers live in and disturb the cleanliness, probably no one is happy.

But she couldn't help it.

But it's okay, it's only a few months to stay.

The school will reschedule the graduating class next semester, and there should be a vacant dormitory, and she will move out to live on campus at that time.

As for now, I can only deal with it like this for a few months.

Jin Yao picked up the suitcase and stuffed it into the trunk of the off-road vehicle, picked up the schoolbag on her shoulder and put it in, raised her chin, "Get in the car." ”

The black car in front of you is magnificent and wild.

Even if Nan Zhao doesn't know much about the model, he can probably guess that this car is a famous brand, and there is a sense of luxury in his face.

But—

The point is not here.

Nan Zhao's eyes couldn't help but widen, and he looked at the boy in surprise.

…… He, open?

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