The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Ma Tianxi's eyes lit up little by little with Bai Sheng's words, like a big dog that had received a parent award.

He stood up loudly.

He raised his hand full of energy and wanted to salute Bai Sheng, but it pulled his seriously injured back. He grinned in pain and gritted his teeth and "hissed" several times.

In the end, I could only arch my back tremblingly and say, "Promise to complete the task! Brother Bai, I will not let you down this time!"

Bai Sheng's lip line tugged upwards, he closed his eyes and waved to him.

"Go back and take the cards on the table with you."

Ma Tianxi took the coat next to him, put it on carefully, raised his hand to scratch his hair, and transformed into a young and handsome Han Fan.

"No need for the card, I haven't used up the one last time. I'll leave first, brother, go to bed early."

Bai Sheng closed his eyes and did not respond. Ma Tianxi smiled as usual, turned around and walked towards the door with his head held high.

It wasn't until he gently closed the door that he arched his waist again, baring his teeth silently, like an 80-year-old woman, holding on to his severely painful back, and staggering out.

After Ma Tianxi left, Bai Sheng took out a fat, cylindrical candy from the drawer of the low cabinet next to it. It was wrapped in old thin kraft oil paper and had colorful patterns.

The white gloves slowly peeled off the candy wrapper from the edge, and stuffed the brown candy into his mouth. The familiar rich and sweet taste filled his mouth.

With the candy in his mouth, he sat back alone on the wide chair and sat quietly for a long time with his eyes closed.

I don't know which button was touched, and in the dark room, there was a "buzzing" sound like a machine starting up.

I saw a hidden white curtain slowly descending from the sky, covering the original photo wall.

If Ma Tianxi was still here, he would definitely be shocked when he saw the content above.

A white curtain as big as the wall seemed to be divided into two worlds.

The upper part is covered with photos of a little boy at every stage from six or seven years old to adulthood.

The angles are very random, and the backgrounds are mostly on the roadside, at the school gate, at the gate of the manor... It can be seen that most of them were taken hastily and secretly, but because I have excellent bones and skin, every photo still looks very good, bright, and pleasing to the eye.

However, the photos in the second half, with the same protagonist, make people look like they have stepped from heaven to hell. Every photo is full of blood and cruelty.

At a casual glance, it was all dazzling and dark red.

Broken wooden houses, twisted limbs in a pool of blood.

In the black market boxing ring, surrounded by crazy crowds, the ring was covered in blood.

In the dark and deserted streets, bent arms...

Bai Sheng still fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After a long time, a hoarse murmur sounded in the dark and silent room.

"Child, you actually walked all the way into the light with your backlight on."

"Do I want to continue watching this long game?"

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The next day, the snow passed and the sky cleared.

Before dawn, the Jingzhou government arranged snow clearing tasks on roads everywhere. In order to ensure the safety and normal travel of citizens, a large group of people started shoveling snow and clearing roads in the dark.

In the early morning, Tang Jiao got into the car with warm babies all over her body and wrapped tightly.

When the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the gate of Beijing University, Tang Jiao was still half asleep in Xiao Jingchuan's arms.

On the way, the two of them took a nap together. As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Jingchuan opened his eyes.

He glanced down at the time and glanced at the driver.

The driver Xu Guodong nodded, half-stopped the car, and waited patiently and quietly.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Jingchuan touched Tang Jiao's face and woke him up softly.

Tang Jiao's face twisted and she buried herself in his arms for a while. After a while, she stood up softly.

"Hmm...what time is it?"

"Seven forty." Xiao Jingchuan supported her with his arms and helped her sit up.

Last night, Tang Jiao took Xiao Jingchuan to lie on the couch, and it was almost two o'clock in the morning before he finally fell asleep.

At this moment, she felt like her soul was floating.

She half-closed her eyes, reached behind her, touched the bag in the corner, dragged it over, and raised her hand to put it over her head.

I carried it twice and couldn't get it in.

"Huh? Where's my head?"

Tang Jiao was sitting and swaying, his eyes almost closed completely, and he was mumbling sleepily looking for his head.

Xiao Jingchuan deliberately stood by and watched her cute and confused look for a while, then smiled and stretched out his hand to put the strap of the bag on her body.

He held his little head with both hands and rubbed it, waking up Tang Jiao and saying, "The head is here."

"Wake up, huh?"

"...Hmm, wake up, wake up." Tang Jiao struggled to open his eyes and nodded.

His body was still swaying, and he felt like he was going to fall into Xiao Jingchuan's arms at any moment.

This little face is so sleepy...

Xiao Jingchuan almost wanted to pack him up and take him to the office, stuff him into the bed in the lounge and continue sleeping.

Rather than taking action, he asked tentatively: "Aren't you going to school today?"

Tang Jiao opened his eyes half-closed and nodded habitually. After he realized what he was doing, he shook his head with great effort.

"Today, there is a professor's class, I want to listen to it."

Xiao Jingchuan felt a little regretful and could only rub Tang Jiao's face and said with a warm smile:

"Then baby, wake up, he's going to hit a pillar when he walks."

Tang Jiao nodded again, leaned forward, and hugged Xiao Jingchuan.

He stretched his neck, raised his fair face, closed his eyes and pouted, and said softly and confusedly:

"Brother Jingchuan, kiss me."

The voice was sweet, delicate and a little confused. Anyone who listened to it had to roll it in marshmallow syrup three times.

The driver, Uncle Xu, who was sitting in the front row, pretending to be a deaf and blind old monk to enter meditation, was so excited that he quickly stretched out his hand to raise the fender.

This is really sleepy and confusing.

Xiao Jingchuan looked at the tender Tang Jiao asking for a kiss with amusement, but felt very happy in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and directly hugged Tang Jiao and sat astride him in his arms.

The big hand touched the delicate back of the neck, pinched the white chin, touched the soft lips with the thumb, lowered his head and kissed her.

10 minutes was enough for Tang Jiao to be kissed until her face turned pink, her cheeks were pink, she was gasping for breath, and the electricity in her brain was crackling.

Drive sleepiness directly back to your hometown.

The uvula, which was numb from being sucked, softly resisted the overbearing entanglement. His small hands grasped the short hair on the back of Xiao Jingchuan's head, and he said vaguely:

"Oh, wake up... wake up..."

In the end, Tang Jiao trotted to the classroom with his head lowered and his mouth covered.

There is only one minute left until class time, and the lecture theater is almost full of people.

As soon as Tang Jiao entered the door, he felt all the eyes on him. He was more noticed than the teacher in class.

She held up her textbook to cover half of her face, her almond-shaped eyes looking back and forth.

"Tangjiao, Tangjiao, here."

Wan Meimei and Ye Xuewei were sitting at the back on the right, waving to her.

Tang Jiao held the book, lowered his head slightly, walked over quickly and sat down.

After sitting down, Tang Jiao rested his elbows on the table, pretending to be natural and continued to cover his mouth with his backhand.