Little boy, you are obedient

Chapter 152 Zhao Yan CP fan
In addition to being a little uncomfortable in the first few months and occasionally being homesick, Zhao Xiaorong was completely used to life in a foreign country later on.

It's okay to stay at home in a daze and go shopping every day.

Nor is she in a hurry to find a job.

For one thing, a foreigner like her with a less-than-prominent education is looking for a job here, and it is almost impossible to find a suitable one.

Secondly, anyway, she has enough money in the country, enough for her to live happily ever after.

Now, she can finally understand why the heroine in the novel likes to go abroad after being emotionally hurt.

Because that feeling of walking down the street surrounded by strangers, no one knows you, no one knows what happened to you in the past...it's really nice.

No, it was too cool.

Except for contacting Ye Shuqing a few times a month, she has cut off all contact with other people in the country.

The leisure in life must always be filled with emotion.

She met a man outside, and later found out that the man was her neighbor, whose name was Joseph.

Joseph has a typical European appearance, with light skin, beautiful blond hair, blue pupils, and three-dimensional facial features.

Afterwards, Joseph began to pursue her.

Because she had a good impression of Joseph, she simply agreed.

However, it didn't take long for Joseph to break up.

In the afternoon sun, Joseph leaned against the carved fence in the garden, his tone was a little loose.

"Zhao, do you have someone you like in your country?"

She smiled and denied.

Joseph narrowed his blue eyes and asked with a smile, "Then you have a lover in your country."

lover...

For some reason, she didn't deny it.

Joseph had a "I knew it" expression on his face.

She looked up and asked, "How do you know?"

Although they dated for more than two months, nothing really happened between the two.

Kissing, zuoai, these things that should happen to lovers, they have never done it.

It's not that Joseph doesn't want to do it, it's because she is unilaterally uninterested.

Joseph straightened up, "Zhao, don't regret it until it's irreparable."

She pretended to be confused and asked in surprise: "What regret? Do you mean breaking up with you?"

Joseph smiled and said nothing.

She actually knew what Joseph was referring to.

Joseph asked her a long time ago if you weren't interested in men.

She still thought it was a little funny.

But now that I think about it... She is not interested in men, she is only interested in him.

Even if they are separated.

A few days after she broke up in love, she saw Yan Ziling at the door of her house.

At that time, she rubbed her eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes.

She thought mockingly, shouldn't she be with Yan Yan at this time?Is this Yan Yan's old lover here to protest?
Yan Ziling waited outside the door, pursed his lips when he saw her, pushed the carved door, and signaled her to open it.

She walked over and opened the door.

"Do you know that Yan Yan is dead?"

Yan Ziling didn't say a word, and threw out a blockbuster in the first sentence.

Her hand holding the teapot shook and she almost lost her grip on the teapot.

"He's dead, why did you come to me? Shouldn't you, your real girlfriend, be by your side at this time?"

She snorted softly, her tone a little sharp.

Yan Ziling pursed her lips and moved a few steps towards her.

"I had nothing with him."

Seeing her disbelieving look, Yan Ziling became a little anxious, "I have nothing to do with him! That's a play he asked me to play with him!"

"He's always liked you."

"But he couldn't even look at you before he died."

"Zhao Xiaorong, I actually envy you."

Standing in front of a tombstone in the cemetery, she smiled and burst into tears, and suddenly remembered the words Yan Ziling had said to her.

You envy me, envy me what?

Do you envy my lover who died young, or do you envy me that I will be alone from now on?
What do I have that you envy?
She raised her eyes and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone, her eyes were full of affection and tenderness.

"I'm home."

　I really like writing stories in the second person...

　　I don't seem to have highlighted the terminal illness/thinking
　　
　
(End of this chapter)