nostalgic dream

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In the third year of high school, Luo Jiaqi met Ruan Qianqing who was transferred to their class as a borrower. The opportunity for the two parallel lines with completely different life trajectories to meet was that the class teacher arranged for them to sit at the same table.

Luo Jiaqi is cold and Ruan Qianqing is reticent, the two of them don't speak more than three sentences a day.

Until the morning self-study a month later, Luo Jiaqi arrived at the classroom half an hour earlier than usual, and a few gossiping girls chatted together, the voice was not too loud, but the seats were close, Luo Jiaqi could hear clearly.

The girls were talking about how Ruan Qianqing, who was poorly dressed, could afford to go to an expensive private high school.The words were harsh and the words were harsh, and Luo Jiaqi was irritated.

Ruan Qianqing just ran into the scene where Luo Jiaqi was fighting for her, and the two met.

Gradually, the two with suitable personalities and similar hobbies became good friends.

Before the college entrance examination, Luo Jiaqi gave up the famous financial school arranged by her father for Ruan Qianqing and changed to Changle University.

When choosing a major, one chose the literature department and the other chose the design department.The class schedule is different, and it is difficult to go in and out together like in high school. The two found a rental room together and moved out of the school.

Later, the two were together.

The sweet and happy life lasted until the second semester of senior year, when Ruan Qianqing inexplicably proposed to break up. In just one day, she completely disappeared from Luo Jiaqi's life like clothes taken away from the closet.

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"Later I found out that she separated from me, and my dad will pay for all the expenses of her postgraduate entrance examination and Ph. D." The woman smiled wryly, "Five years of relationship can't be worth a money transaction, I feel like I am in a dog-blood drama heroine."

Xia Zhimu clenched her five fingers tightly, and her nails went deep into her flesh. There was a huge pain in her palm, but the girl didn't feel it at all.She just felt pain in her heart, as if being cut by a sharp knife.

"We used to come here a lot when we were with her, and I occasionally visited the kids when we were apart," the woman continued.

"Reluctantly?" The girl's voice was low and hoarse.

"Yes."

Xia Zhimu felt a big hole in his heart, so he turned around and walked out.

The next second he was hugged into a warm embrace.

"I can't bear to part with the children, she... I have already let go."

☆、Chapter 22

"Why are you telling me these things?" The girl struggled twice, but did not use any force.

"Because I..." Before the woman could finish her words, she was interrupted by a shout from downstairs.

"Sister Qiqi, where are you? The dean bought fairy sticks for us, let's set off fireworks together."

Xia Zhimu sorted out his emotions and broke away completely, "Let's go down first."

The girl walked ahead, and Luo Jiaqi followed behind, like two clumsy and awkward snails.

Not far from the bungalow stood a dim wooden street lamp, and the mottled black chandelier fluttered in the wind. The children stood not far away, holding a few fairy wands in their chubby little hands.

Seeing Luo Jiaqi appearing on the mezzanine of the stairs, swarms flocked to Luo Jiaqi, chattering and crowding the women into the yard.

Yunyun stood straight in front of Xia Zhimu, and the little girl who was not as tall as Xia Zhimu's waist asked seriously, "Are you sister Qiqi's girlfriend?"

"Sister Qiqi is mine." It was like a declaration, but also like a consolation.

Xia Zhimu didn't laugh, pinched the little girl's plump face, "Mine."

The little girl's eyes were red instantly, and she burst into tears.

Xia Zhimu's eyes widened in shock, before he could react, Luo Jiaqi had already walked over quickly, picked up the little girl, gently stroked the little girl's back, and comforted her in a low voice.

Where Luo Jiaqi couldn't see, the little girl raised her head, her tearful face didn't show any crying at all, it was completely smug, like a proud rooster fighting for victory.

Xia Zhimu gritted his teeth, grabbed the little girl's clothes, and almost put them into his arms, "No hugging, I'll do it."

Luo Jiaqi didn't know about the open and secret fight between the two villains, and she was still concerned about asking Yunyun if she fell or felt uncomfortable.

Breaking away from Luo Jiaqi's embrace, Yunyun was out of breath from crying, sobbing, "I...I'm not...It's fine."

If the little girl participates in the Golden Pig Award, she must be the actress. Of course, Xia Zhimu would be happy to remove the pig's nose and put it on the little girl's face.

Seeing that Luo Jiaqi hadn't returned for a long time, the other children gathered around one after another. The children were very playful, and immediately put the unhappiness behind them, and went to play with fireworks together.

Without the atmosphere they had when they were upstairs, the two of them tacitly did not mention what happened before, and chatted one after another.

Aunt Cook made dinner, and went to the yard with the dean to greet everyone to eat.

The restaurant is in the corner of the compound. It is made of cement, and the walls are painted with orange paint. It looks like it is newly built.There are several small low tables neatly arranged in the dining room, some in blue and one in pink, and four children's chairs with round feet are placed upside down on each table.

The children lined up to wash their hands in the sink at the entrance, and sat down in their seats one after another.

Usually the dean and aunt eat with the children. Tonight, a foldable round table was specially set up, and a stove with red charcoal was placed under the table.

Simple three dishes and one soup, but nutritionally balanced, delicious and delicious, the children enjoyed it very much.

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