The scumbag reborn to choose Bai Yueguang: He regretted it

The man has an upright posture, and is estimated to be over 1.86 meters tall. He has a Hong Kong-style slicked-back hair with a 3:7 ratio, and a half-open black leather jacket, which reveals a somewhat cool and handsome temperament.

Qiao Zhixia looked at the man with eyebrows like peaks, eyes like cold stars, a high nose bridge and thin lips slightly raised. Clear and smooth contour lines outlined his handsome and three-dimensional facial features.

It is indeed a rare good-looking appearance.

But...why did she seem to have seen this face somewhere before?

Qiao Zhixia frowned slightly and tilted her head to look at the man. The man was also frowning at her.

The girl has a clean and pure face, with almond eyes, rosy cheeks, and half-open lips. Her thick eyebrows and eyelashes make her face look more profound and delicate.

He had seen many beautiful women, but the one in front of him was the most pleasing to the eye.

When he looked away, he inadvertently glanced at her and his eyes were fixed on the cinnabar mole on her right earlobe.

The moment my breathing suddenly stopped, I looked at Qiao Zhixia's eyebrows and eyes again, and they overlapped with the face in my memory.

"You are... Xiao Qiao?"

When Qiao Zhixia heard his name, the blurry face in her mind suddenly became clear.

"You are Qin..."

The man's eyebrows were filled with a bright smile: "I am Qin Yunlang."

Qiao Zhixia covered her mouth in surprise: "Is it really you? I didn't expect to see you again in Guangcheng..."

About seven or eight years ago, a strange boy was sent down to Jingyang Village.

I heard that because of his bad family background and his family being big capitalists, he was forced to be sent to the harsh countryside for reform.

Because of his special status, he was not welcome in the village. Many people regarded him as a counter-revolutionary and a public enemy of the Republican society.

When he was sent down, the village was digging a reservoir. He obviously had never done heavy labor before. He was staggering when he started carrying soil, and was often scolded and ridiculed.

In order to earn more work points, thirteen-year-old Qiao Zhixia would go with her sister to help after school.

The first time I saw him was when he was being shunned and excluded by others and was being pelted with mud.

He just buried his head and endured it silently without saying a word, but his fists were clenched tightly.

Qiao Zhixia couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she pushed away a group of 15 or 16-year-old boys and handed him the tortilla she had brought.

"Are you hungry? That's why you have no strength? Here are some tortillas for you..."

He raised his eyes slightly. Although his face was covered with dirt, it could not hide his delicate and handsome eyebrows. The melancholy boyish feeling inexplicably made people feel pity.

Naturally, he did not accept her charity, but simply picked up the dustpan and left.

Qiao Zhixia finally discovered that although this man looked embarrassed, he was actually very proud.

Later one day, he had a bad cold and couldn't get out of bed, but no one called a doctor for him, because in the countryside at that time, everyone would endure their own illness.

If he goes to see a doctor, it means that his reformation is not thorough and he still wants to do the capitalist things.

He huddled his burning body in the quilt, covered his head and cried inconsolably, calling out incoherently for his parents...

After Qiao Zhixia heard about this from her father, she hurried up the mountain carrying a basket on her back. Then, according to her sister and mother's instructions, she dug up more than a dozen kinds of herbs for treating colds, boiled them overnight, and secretly sent them to the cowshed where he was staying temporarily.

She handed him the still steaming bowl of medicine and took out two pieces of rock sugar wrapped in paper from her pocket.

"After taking the medicine, it won't be bitter..."

Qiao Zhixia didn't expect that his bowl of medicine would be so powerful. After drinking it, he broke out in a sweat that night and felt better the next day.

From that day on, he began to communicate with Qiao Zhixia and told her that his name was Qin Yunlang.

The two gradually became friends. At that time, Qin Yunlang was silent and depressed when he was working, but when he was not working, he would lie on a big rock in the mountains, holding a foxtail grass in his mouth, staring at the sky in a daze.

Perhaps he longed to be as free as the idle clouds, and only at this time would a bright and gentle smile appear on his face.

But as the two of them interacted more and more, Chen Jidong became unhappy.

Although the sixteen-year-old boy is ignorant, he is already jealous.

Although Qiao Zhixia and Qin Yunlang only had a pure revolutionary friendship, Chen Jidong didn't believe it and always tried to prevent them from having any private contact.

Qiao Zhixia didn't want to pay attention to him and was immersed in listening to Qin Yunlang's story.

Through Qin Yunlang, she felt a lot of wonderful things about the outside world, learned some business knowledge, and learned from him that the next few decades would belong to businessmen.

That's why she decisively supported Chen Jidong to start his own business...

Qin Yunlang did not stay in Jingyang Village for long. It seemed that one year and two months later, his family was successfully rehabilitated and someone came to pick them up in a car.

Before leaving, Qin's father gave Qiao Zhixia three hundred yuan as a thank you for taking care of his son.

Three hundred yuan was undoubtedly a huge sum of money at that time, but the honest and kind Qiao Xinguo did not allow her to accept it. She also felt that if she accepted the money, her friendship with Qin Yunlang would deteriorate.

(If it were now, she would definitely accept it)

Qin's father had no choice but to leave her an address and promised that if she had any difficulties in the future, she could write to him and they would definitely help her.

The year she waved goodbye to Qin Yunlang, she was thirteen and he was seventeen.

Later, the greedy old man and his wife heard that the father and son had left them an address where they could ask them for money at any time, so they asked Qiao Zhixia to give them the address every day.

Qiao Zhixia naturally refused to give it. She knew very well what kind of people her grandparents were. If she gave it to them, they would definitely be greedy and ask for money and things endlessly.

How should people view her?

Finally, she was fed up with it and threw the note with the address on it into the stove and burned it. From then on, she had peace and quiet.

As their thoughts returned, they realized that after meeting again eight years later, they had both lost their former immaturity, and their personalities and appearances had become mature and stable.

As time goes by, the familiarity of the past is no longer there, and instead it is replaced by an awkward feeling that makes one not know where to start.

Qiao Zhixia tucked her fallen hair behind her ears, looked up and smiled at him: "It's been eight years, I didn't expect you could still recognize me, you really have a good eye."

Qin Yunlang also smiled, and that smile was like a hook that made people fall deeply in love with it: "You have changed a lot. If I hadn't seen the mole on your ear and the familiar face, I really wouldn't have recognized you."

In the past, Qiao Zhixia was thin and dark, like a lively wild monkey.

Now she has fair skin and has obviously gained weight, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that her facial features are still delicate and beautiful, and her dark and bright eyes are still as bright as stars.

"Since we met in Guangcheng today, how about I treat you to a midnight snack at the largest riverside food stall here?"

"Okay!"

Qiao Zhixia just agreed, then she remembered that she had sprained her ankle. She was about to refuse, but she heard Qin Yunlang say: "Then tell me where you are staying. I have something to do now. I will pick you up after I finish it."

"Um……"

Qiao Zhixia watched Qin Yunlang turn around and go to the stairs to go upstairs, then slowly left the hospital.

Perhaps it was because the doctor treated her promptly, or maybe it was because she ate too much Lingquan vegetables and had a special physique, she found that her feet didn't hurt as much anymore.

After returning to the hotel, she briefly checked the things she would need for tomorrow's exhibition, then lay down on the bed and flipped through her English book until she felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

In the hospital ward on the other side, Qin Yunlang looked at the girl whose face and arms were covered with scars with a serious expression.

"I warned you long ago that your driving skills were not good enough to drive that car. Why didn't you listen? Fortunately, no one was hit. Otherwise, can you bear the consequences?"

"Brother, I'm just not used to the traffic rules in the mainland. Besides, now is not the time to worry about these things. You must find the woman who bullied me and give her a good beating to vent my anger."

"Miao Miao, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If it is really as you said, I will not tolerate it. You should have a good rest first. I have something else to do in the evening so I will not come over..."

Qin Miaomiao watched her brother leave. Why did she feel that he was particularly cold to her today?