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

After the two returned to the car.

Tang Jiao was still holding this ledger that seemed to have been used for many years.

This is Ye Xuewei's diary.

The old man asked her to be handed over to Ma Tianxi, which showed that he had always known his granddaughter's thoughts and hoped to fulfill her wish.

But Tang Jiao still had grudges against Ma Tianxi.

If it hadn't been for him, if it hadn't been for him not always being able to see clearly his own thoughts, repeatedly hurting and rejecting Ye Xuewei.

Maybe Ye Xuewei wouldn't wait until late at night in Fusheng Park with full expectation because of a forged text message, nor would she...

"Should I leave it to him?"

Tang Jiao murmured and asked.

In her heart, Ma Tianxi was not worthy of Ye Xuewei's love for so many years.

Xiao Jingchuan drove the car smoothly. After hearing this, he thought for a moment and suggested, "Look at what she means."

Tang Jiao was startled and turned to look at Xiao Jingchuan, "What do you mean..."

There happened to be a red light ahead, Xiao Jingchuan stepped on the brakes, reached out and rubbed Tang Jiao's head with a gentle expression:

"Since you don't know what to do, just look at what the owner of the diary said."

Tang Jiao looked at the snowweed flowers above, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and untied the fine linen rope.

As soon as the rope was pulled away, the full diary exploded automatically and many pages were turned.

What catches the eye is the neat and elegant handwriting, and "A Tian" written for nearly a page.

"A Tian, ​​you live so far away from me now. It takes an hour by bus, but it doesn't matter. I started to feel happy on the way to find you."

"A Tian, ​​my mother didn't let me go out today. I miss you."

"A Tian, ​​the college entrance examination is coming soon. We will go to the same university, right? I really want to get there as soon as possible."

"A Tian, ​​I like you...why did you suddenly ignore me?"

Tang Jiao didn't pry too much into Ye Xuewei's privacy. Even if he flipped through a few pages, all he could see was Ma Tianxi.

A girl's pure love, over the years, all she talks about is the other person's name.

Tang Jiao took a deep breath.

She got it.

"Leave it to him."

Tang Jiao sniffed and murmured, "Xuewei said she wanted him to know her feelings."

"it is good."

Xiao Jingchuan responded gently, "I will send you there when the time comes."

Tang Jiao pinched the lightly sandy paper with his thin fingers, gently letting out the unspeakable emotions in his chest, and turned to look at Xiao Jingchuan who was driving.

The man's upper body was hidden in the shadows, and the changing light and shadow of the streetlights and car lights occasionally passed by, illuminating his handsome three-dimensional face.

She is familiar with every curve.

From the high-spirited days of his youth, he has become more and more calm and handsome now.

fortunately.

Tang Jiao couldn't help but feel silently grateful in his heart.

Fortunately, she and Xiao Jingchuan never separated from each other.

Tang Jiao realized more and more that the fate between people was elusive.

People who have never met before may become close friends because of an opportunity.

Just like the explosion in the Peking University laboratory, she gradually became good friends with her classmate Ye Xuewei, whom she had not had any communication with for four years, but it suddenly stopped because of her death.

Even if people have the same mind, they may not be able to come together. If one of them is early or late, they will regret missing it.

Just like Ye Xuewei and Ma Tianxi, they were childhood sweethearts, but after being separated by life and death, Ma Tianxi repented and never had the chance to connect with each other.

For two people who love each other to come together, it's like God borrowed the good luck from the past half of their lives and worshiped the Buddha for many lifetimes.

Tang Jiao was filled with gratitude and looked at Xiao Jingchuan's side face lovingly.

"Why didn't you speak suddenly?"

Xiao Jingchuan felt the gaze and turned to look at her, but was frightened by the look in her eyes. He smiled lightly and said:

"The look in your eyes makes me very happy."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and continued to look at the road.

Tang Jiao also laughed, parted his lips and whispered softly: "I love you so much."

"Brother loves you more."

The man's chuckled voice echoed loudly in the car.

It is the most effective reassurance and pacifier in the world.

Tang Jiao regained his composure, closed Ye Xuewei's diary with great care, picked up the light yellow thin hemp rope, and tied it back again.

I accidentally lost my grip.

"Wow wow wow."

The full ledger opened again, and several pages were opened from the back.

In that short second, Tang Jiao accidentally caught a name.

A name she never expected to appear on it.

"...Bai Sheng."

"squeak--!"

There was a sharp sound of wheels braking, and as soon as Tang Jiao finished speaking, Xiao Jingchuan suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned to look at her in shock.

"What did you say?"

A series of urging sounds from the horn came from behind.

"What, what's wrong..."

Tang Jiao was startled and grabbed the seat belt on his chest, still in shock.

Xiao Jingchuan ignored the horn sound from behind.

The Bugatti logo and a serial numbered license plate made the car behind me honk twice, then turned the steering wheel angrily, carefully changed lanes, and passed, followed by the car behind me.

"Bai Sheng. Why did you say this name?"

Xiao Jingchuan's expression was tense, and the emotion in his eyes was hard to describe.

"Saw it up here."

Tang Jiao came to his senses, stretched out his hand to push him, and urged: "You drive to the side of the road first."

The Bugatti Voice of the Night supercar is parked on the side of the road.

Tang Jiao opened the diary and handed it to Xiao Jingchuan, "It was mentioned in Xuewei's diary."

[Why does A Tian always only listen to Brother Bai Sheng and ask him to do whatever he wants...]

Xiao Jingchuan stared at the words above, countless messy clues flowing rapidly in his mind.

However, the next second, Tang Jiao's words almost broke his nerves.

"But what a coincidence, Xuewei and Ma Tianxi also know him."

Xiao Jingchuan grabbed Tang Jiao's wrist and said anxiously: "Do you know Bai Sheng? Have you seen him?!"

"I have seen..."

Tang Jiao was startled, and couldn't help but struggle away from his painful wrist, "What's wrong?"

There was some confusion and fear in the girl's eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan suppressed his emotions, relaxed the strength in his hands, and spoke in a slightly tense voice:

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Jiao Jiao. Please tell me carefully how you know him."

"He is the hypoglycemia I encountered near Fu Mao Market a long time ago."

Tang Jiao could see Xiao Jingchuan's eagerness and worry. Although he didn't know the reason, he told Bai Sheng in detail about the several meetings he had met.

"I've been to his flower shop once, on Jingnan Avenue, and once..."

Before Tang Jiao finished speaking, he was hugged tightly by Xiao Jingchuan.

"Jiaojiao..."

His arms were so strong that Tang Jiao even felt a little pain from the stranglehold.

She reached out and patted Xiao Jingchuan's back comfortingly, "Brother Jingchuan, what's wrong?"

Xiao Jingchuan leaned on Tang Jiao's neck, took a deep breath, and let her go after a long time.

His eyes were dark, he stroked Tang Jiao's face with his palm, and said in a deep voice: "Go back to the manor first."