Running a horse over the head of an ex [Rebirth]

Before the feeling of embarrassment stayed in his mind for more than two seconds, He Qingxi put it behind him.Sometimes other people's hints leave an impression in the heart, and it will indeed lead people to think in that direction.

It's like she once misunderstood that Jiang Zhaonian liked her, and Chai Xu spared no effort to coax her.But the facts have proved that Jiang Zhaonian is straight and upright, and he only worships her in terms of force.

Alone in the dark, he always likes to reminisce about the past. He Qingqi lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a while, his mind was full of things about the middle school and high school in the past.

I can't fall asleep, but the more I close my eyes, the more awake I become.

He Qingqi took a long breath, sat up, and rubbed his hair carelessly.

so boring.

He Qingxi was thinking with a blank face, and suddenly remembered that she still had some things to ask Zhuo Zhiwei, so she touched the phone next to the pillow, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and clicked on the dialog box with her.

She considered for two seconds: "Are you asleep?"

Then he threw the phone aside and fell straight on the mattress.

About half a minute later, the phone vibrated slightly.

Zhiwei: No.

Concise and concise, and there is a full stop, this is Zhuo Zhiwei's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He Qingxi's eyes lit up suddenly, and his slender fingers flew across the screen: "I'm looking for you?"

Zhiwei: Good.

He Qingqi's eyebrows brightened instantly, he stepped on the ground twice, stepped into his slippers, went out like a gust of wind, and came in again with a gust of wind, and ran to the bed to pick up the necessary items.

From the moment "Once Upon a Time" got back her phone, she swore that she would never experience the feeling of being separated from the phone for the third time!

When He Qingqi went out again, Zhuo Zhiwei was already waiting at the door, holding the doorknob, wearing the pajamas he wore during the show.

The wide pajamas covered the moderate ups and downs of her chest, and her legs were long and straight when she walked down the missing line.The long purple-red hair is casually scattered on the shoulders, which has a different aesthetic feeling from usual.

He Qingxi looked down, even though he had seen Zhuo Zhiwei like this countless times, he still stared at her in a daze for a few seconds.

"Zhiwei."

Catching the astonishment in the eyes of his sweetheart, Zhuo Zhiwei is as cold as him, and he couldn't help but lick the corners of his lips subtly, a little proud.

In the past four months of acquaintance, He Qingxi has never concealed his preferences in the slightest. In the spirit of getting along with good friends, Zhuo Zhiwei carefully wrote down one by one.

such as.

poor breasts.

It's not considered poor breasts, but she doesn't like big breasts that are too visually impactful, but prefers smaller ones, so small... that she can handle them with one hand, such as herself.

Now you can add another one, such as Zhuo Zhiwei.

She likes slim ones.

Therefore, Zhuo Zhiwei deliberately rolled up his sleeves, revealing the skinny forearm unique to young people.

It's just... a doubt gradually arises, why did she write down these back then?

Could it be that in her eyes, a good friend even has to help solve the other party's marriage affairs?

Zhuo Zhi tilted his head slightly, and his gaze gradually became subtle. Could it be... She must have conspired against this person in front of her for a long time.

Embarrassment was stained on her face, spreading to her ears bit by bit, and the orange light flowed over her facial features, like a mist, with a hazy sense of beauty, as if she came out of the painting.

He Qingxi blinked, and saw that the beautiful woman lowered her eyes and turned her body sideways, her voice was still as cold as ever: "Come in."

Although Zhuo Zhiwei didn't show it on the face, He Qingxi could clearly capture the flash of trembling in his voice.

Is it cold?

He Qingxi thought in a daze.

Is the temperature of the air conditioner turned too low?

Seeing He Qingxi looking at him suspiciously, Zhuo Zhiwei trembled in fright, almost thinking that she already knew that he liked her, his throat tightened uncontrollably, and the deer in his heart began to rampage.

After closing the door, He Qingxi glanced at the air conditioner on the wall, it was really on, 24 degrees.Does Zhiwei have a constitution that cannot tolerate cold?He gave Zhuo Zhiwei a look and motioned her to roll up her sleeves.

Zhuo Zhi stood there in a daze, a little at a loss.

You were fine just now, why are you so stupid all of a sudden?He Qingxi sighed, and looked at her helplessly: "Sleeves."

"Huh?" Zhuo Zhiwei didn't react.

"Hold it down."

Seeing that Zhuo Zhiwei did not move for a long time, He Qingxi took a long leg and walked to a position about forty to fifty centimeters away from Zhuo Zhiwei.

One, half a step forward, you will enter the position of intimacy.

There was a loud thump in the chest, Zhuo Zhiwei thought that the deer had hit him to death.

Wanting to save its life, he took a step back in a panic and raised his voice: "What are you doing!"

His eyes were round and round, and his cold face was somewhat ignorant and confused.

He Qingxi looked at her helplessly, so he had no choice but to take another step forward, holding her thin and fair arm: "What am I doing?"

"What are you doing?" He Qingxi's voice was gentle, and one could hear a trace of connivance and concern after careful identification: "Why do you roll up your sleeves so high when you feel cold?"

The beautiful and slender fingers fluttered on his sleeves, Zhuo Zhiwei's heart fell back to his chest, he blinked, and obediently stretched out his arms to let her move, thump, thud, thump...

The little deer suddenly came back to life, but it seemed to be on a stimulant, even more reckless than before, just like her mood at this time.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly understood why her fans always liked to say, ah, I died, ah, I came back to life when they saw her. Is that what it meant?

Looking at the sweetheart in front of her with downcast eyebrows, she really has handsome eyebrows, clear mountains and clear waters in her eyes, and indescribable concentration.

Zhuo Zhi took a few glances and couldn't help feeling relieved, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes glanced away.

Such a sincere young man, clean and dust-free, with only one pair of clear eyes in thousands of rivers and mountains, Zhuo Zhiwei's gaze became far-reaching, and he sighed softly.

I don't know why Miss Fang would hurt this childish and domineering girl, she is so kind, so considerate, and so... well-behaved.

But that's okay, otherwise, what's the matter with me?In that case... I'm afraid I wish I could stay [-] meters away from her.

Sarcasm flashed in Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes, how hypocritical Zhuo Zhiwei, he was attacking Fang Xuanyao righteously in the daytime, how could he start secretly laughing at it at night?

What kind of mother has what kind of daughter, I didn't expect those people in the past to be right.

However, if it is the person in front of her, maybe she can trust her... Believe that her sincerity will not be wiped out, believe that her love has a shelf life, and believe that she will be the same as before when she knows the past.

Will it?

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't know, but she was willing to bet everything on herself to find out the result.

Love is supposed to be selfless, isn't it?What kind of love is it if you retreat before it even starts.

Zhuo Zhiwei knew that it was still too early to think about these things. After all, He Qingxi only regarded her as a friend now, at best, adding the word "good" in front of the word "friend", but if he really did things regardless of the consequences, then he should really consider this person sincerity.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, He Qingxi had no choice but to roll down the other sleeve for her.

"It's not cold." The little lion with dark blue hair frowned and smiled at her as if he was obedient, but he didn't have the slightest look of arrogance and impatience when facing others.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her in a daze, could it be that she could also think that He Qingxi was special to her?

But... thinking of the sleeves that I had specially rolled up when I saw this person, and being ruthlessly rolled down by that person, I was still a little angry.

He is still asking her for credit.

So, He Qingxi, who was obediently waiting for her, saw Zhuo Zhiwei, who had always been gentle with her, roll his eyes at her with soul.

He Qingxi: "???"

"Can't sleep?"

Zhuo Zhiwei walked to the side of the bed, sat down, looked up at He Qingqi with a touch of concern in his cold eyes.

Inexplicably, He Qingxi's heart beat a little more quietly, blinked, sat next to her, sighed, his eyes gradually became distant, and honestly replied: "Yeah, I just feel, it's so strange, it seems like We just participated in Outime yesterday, why did it end suddenly?"

"Suddenly there is nothing to do. Every day was so fulfilling before, but suddenly I feel... empty and a little... uncomfortable."

He Qingxi frowned, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were puzzled, as if it was something unbelievable: "It seems that when we participated in the Odd Hour, we didn't expect to end it quickly for a moment, and often in the dormitory Howling."

He Qingqi suddenly raised his voice, a little sharply: "Let me out!"

"It's like this." She shook her head mockingly, put her hands on the side of the bed, swung her legs twice, and looked sideways at Zhuo Zhiwei's fair side face: "I wanted to go home so much before, but now I go home, but I miss the life inside. Zhiwei, you know, it’s like... the feeling when I graduated from middle school and high school."

junior high.

Hearing this word, Zhuo Zhi was slightly stunned, as if she was brought into some long-term memories, those memories were dusty and rotted in the corner, but they still remained in her body like maggots attached to the bones, unable to get rid of them. In my heart... the light in my eyes gradually dimmed.

She turned her head to meet He Qingxi's clear eyes, and curved her lips: "I don't know, Qingqi."

she replied.

There was no smile in his eyes, but like a bottomless ice spring.

As early as when she found out that she was thinking about He Qingxi that she shouldn't have, Zhuo Zhiwei was determined to tell He Qingxi about her rotten past.

If He Qingxi couldn't accept it, then she would give up.Just now that He Qingxi is here, it is better to hit the sun than choose the day.

He Qingxi shuddered suddenly, and was also stunned. The sixth sense told her that what Zhuo Zhiwei wanted to tell her was exactly the purpose of her trip, but when she saw this man's expression, she regretted it.

In fact, she doesn't have to know, if saying this is equivalent to uncovering the rotten flesh and blood covering Zhuo Zhiwei, then she would rather not know it for the rest of her life.

But Zhuo Zhiwei seemed determined to tell her.

"My junior high school was different from ordinary people. It brought me no laughter or memorable memories, only pain, suffering, and three years of cold violence."

He Qingxi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked up at Zhuo Zhiwei, full of disbelief, is that what she meant?

"As for my high school, I went to the high school in our city farthest from the original junior high school. I naively thought that it would be a new beginning, but I didn't expect that she still wouldn't let me go. Like a maggot, she Said, she will never let me go."

He Qingqi didn't know who that she was, but could only vaguely hear that it was the instigator who caused Zhuo Zhiwei to encounter school violence, so he couldn't help but clenched his fists, wishing that "she" would appear in front of her immediately.

In the face of campus violence, she has only used one method.

"I don't know what I did wrong, and I don't understand why it's mine... My mother and her father did something wrong, but I have to bear the consequences. I never hated them more than then .”

Zhuo Zhiwei's voice fluctuated with memories at first, but it became calmer as time went on, and in the end it seemed that he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

But later on, He Qingxi became more frightened, instead of erupting in silence, he would perish in silence. This kind of calm is far more terrifying than eruption. He Qingxi would rather Zhuo Zhiwei could cry, that way, at least She's still there, isn't she?

She was a little scared, worried that Zhuo Zhiwei would really get lost in her memory, although she only had a few words, she could feel the painful struggle of those three years, no, those six years from Zhuo Zhiwei's calmness.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Zhuo Zhiwei into her arms.

His voice trembled: "Stop talking."

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