Sea of ​​people retrograde

The schedule during this period was very unfortunate, Song Zhixiao and Xiang Jing's rest time happened to be staggered.

That day Song Zhixiao was still sleeping, when she heard the door open suddenly, she sat up vigilantly and listened carefully, as if Xiang Jing's parents had come, she looked nervously at the room, there was nowhere to hide, Xiang Jing's house On the sixth floor, it is not practical to go down from the balcony.

Song Zhixiao was thinking about it, Xiang's mother had already walked towards Jing's room, opened the door and came in, and saw that the air conditioner hadn't been turned off, and the curtains were still drawn, so she walked to the balcony and opened the curtains.

When she turned around, she saw someone lying on the bed, Song Zhixiao spread out the quilt to hide herself inside, but the thin air-conditioning quilt covered in Da Xia Tian couldn't cover her at all.

"Jing'er?" Xiang's mother tugged at the quilt, and Song Zhixiao quickly rolled up the quilt with her body, wrapping herself tightly. She hadn't brushed her teeth and washed her face, and couldn't see anyone, let alone Xiang Jing's parents.

Seeing that this figure doesn't look like Xiang Jing, nor Lu Mang, Xiang's mother has already guessed something, so she can only make a mistake and say, "Are you resting today? I'll go out with your dad for a stroll."

So he walked quickly to the living room, pulled his father and pointed to the room, and the two walked out the door tacitly.

After Xiang Jing got off work, after listening to Song Zhixiao's pitiful description of what happened in the morning to her, she put her hands on her forehead and closed her eyes, thinking for a while, "I have to go home."

As soon as Xiang Jing's parents received a call from Xiang Jing saying that he was going home, they knew that the child was serious.

Xiang Jing is already 40 years old, and they are actually mentally prepared, not to mention that Lu Xiaosong's family is also doing well, they only hope that Xiang Jing can meet a good child.

"The one before?" Xiang Shuming was referring to the time when Xiang Jing ran home and cried seven years ago.

"Hmm." Xiang Jing nodded.

The three of them fell into silence for a while, Xiang Shuming cleared his throat, and sipped his tea, "No matter what you do, as long as you think it's what you want, then Dad and Mom will support you."

Before Xiang Jing could breathe a sigh of relief, Xiang Shuming changed the subject, "It's just that how will the child's parents explain?"

Xiang Jing shook his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"When you need us, we will always be behind you."

What Xiang Jing can do is to settle the obstacles on her side. As for the situation of Song Zhixiao's family, she can only let her solve it by herself.

It's time for lunch break, and Xiang Jing looked at her phone. Even if Song Zhixiao didn't send her WeChat on weekdays, she would forward some interesting Weibo or pictures she saw, but she seems to be very busy recently.

"I know, what are you doing when you are resting?" Xiang Jing took out her mobile phone and sent her a WeChat message. Of course, this message was never answered.

Xiang Jing asked Lu Mang while eating, "Do you know what you've been doing lately?"

Lu Mang said two words, "Surprise."

The corners of Xiang Jing's mouth twitched uncontrollably, the words are so familiar, to avoid long nights and dreams, she planned to force Song Zhixiao that night.

When Xiang Jing came home, Song Zhixiao had just finished taking a shower, and when he saw Xiang Jing coming back, he greeted him.

"Let's have dumplings tonight, I'm already thawing."

Listening to Song Zhixiao asking for credit, Xiang Jing thought she had heard it wrong, "What is thawing?"

"Dumplings."

Xiang Jing hurried to the kitchen, "What a fool."

Song Zhixiao lived in the dormitory of the hospital after graduation and almost never cooked, but he didn't know that the dumplings didn't need to be thawed.

Xiang Jing stared at the bag of soft dumplings without saying a word, and threw it back into the freezer.

"Sit down, I'll cook noodles for you."

"Jing, you're so kind." Song Zhixiao hugged Xiang Jing, somehow she was not hungry all of a sudden, and seemed to want to eat Xiang Jing more.

Her hand was slowly stroking Xiang Jing's back, which was the most sensitive part of Xiang Jing's body. Normally, Xiang Jing would disarm and surrender when she touched it, but this time it didn't work.

Song Zhixiao looked up at Xiang Jing who was unmoved, with a sad face: "Jing, you don't love me anymore."

Xiang Jing took her hand off her body, "Then tell me, what are you planning recently?"

"You found out." Song Zhixiao was a little disappointed at first, but immediately told Xiang Jing with a mysterious face, "I have saved a lot of money over the years. I originally planned that if you were with me, I would buy you a car." , if you don't stay with me, I'll buy myself a suite."

"Then are you going to buy a house or a car?"

"Of course it is to buy a car. I have seen a lot of cars these days, shall we go buy them when you are resting?" Song Zhixiao looked at Xiang Jing expectantly, "This way you don't have to take the bus so hard when you go home. "

Xiang Jing's waist has almost healed a long time ago, and Lu Mang lives at home now, and the car is used almost every day. If Xiang Jing goes home, she can only go back by bus. Song Zhixiao wants to buy her a car, so that she There is no need to work so hard.

"I know, I have money myself." Xiang Jing patted Song Zhixiao's head, and was relieved when he heard the "surprise" was this, and turned to the kitchen to cook noodles for her.

There is a list of noodles cooked by Xiang Jing. Green vegetables and egg noodles are noodles with vegetables and eggs. Song Zhixiao picked up the noodles and put them down after eating the ingredients.

"It's delicious, don't play." Xiang Jing said dissatisfiedly watching Song Zhixiao's actions.

"Oh..." Song Zhixiao picked up a large chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth to chew. What is clear soup with little water and what is tasteless food, she swallowed it with difficulty.

Xiang Jing usually eats with a light taste, so she didn't think there was anything wrong, and finished the noodles one bite at a time.

She looked at Song Zhixiao's bowl and said, "Can't you eat it?"

"It's ok, it's a little hot now." Song Zhixiao didn't dare to say that this noodle was not delicious, and seeing that Xiang Jing was sweating from eating, he urged her to take a bath.

As soon as Song Zhixiao heard the sound of water, he quickly picked up the noodle bowl and rushed to the kitchen, opened the filter and poured it all down.

"Finish?" When Xiang Jing came out of the shower, the table was empty and the kitchen was tidied up, but Song Zhixiao didn't know where he had gone.

There was a gentle breeze blowing from the rooftop, but Song Zhixiao didn't understand the summer heat, so he took a deep breath and called back the missed call on his mobile phone.

Mother Song's voice came from the other end of the phone, "I know, your aunt introduced you to a partner, a civil servant from the Tobacco Bureau..."

"Mom, I have a date." Song Zhixiao's voice was lazy, and she was trying to avoid quarreling with her mother.

"Ah?" Her mother didn't realize it for a while, "I'm talking about someone? What do you do?"

"Doctor." Song Zhixiao laid the groundwork a little bit. She wiped the fine sweat from her lips with the back of her hand, watching the filled clouds cover the moon and then move away quickly.

Song's mother was happy when she heard that it was a doctor, but she immediately reacted and said in a cold tone: "Song knows, don't think about it! Let me tell you, you want to be with that woman after I die."

Song Zhixiao didn't speak, her chest was heaving, she didn't want to cry anymore, the cold war with her mother for so many years had made her extremely tired.

"Then what do you think of me? Are you satisfied if I go back to Tianhe to find someone to marry and have children? Even if I'm never happy again, are you satisfied?"

"What do I want? I just want you to be like a normal person!" Mother Song was trembling with anger, and shouted hysterically: "I'll say it again, you want to be with that woman until I die."

"I know." It was Song's father who answered the phone, "Look at how angry you are with your mother, you can't be so selfish!" His tone was full of disappointment with his daughter.

"I'm selfish, do I still care so much about your opinions? Are you not selfish by imprisoning my freedom to choose a spouse?"

Song's father has always played the image of a loving father in Song Zhixiao's life, but now even he will not stand by her side. Song Zhixiao holds the railing in her right hand and looks down from the twelve-story building. He jumped down, but suddenly remembered Xiang Jing at home, and slapped himself hard.

"Dad, I don't want to be your daughter anymore."

Song Zhixiao's tone was not fluctuating. She thought, if she was born in a family like Zhuang Shiling's, she could choose to make a clean break. If she was born in a family like Lu Mang and Xiang Jing's, she would have the support of her parents and even the whole family. But she lives in such a common patriarchal family.

"I know..." Father Song has noticed Song Zhixiao's changes over the years, and he also feels sorry for his daughter who often looks at the distance in a daze full of thoughts, and even later, she never goes home except for the New Year.

Song Zhixiao knew that it was useless to say more, so he hung up the phone, sat on the roof for a while, and went downstairs after being blown by the wind for a while without showing that he had cried.

"Why are you sweating? Why is your face red?" Xiang Jing sat on the sofa and waited for Song Zhixiao to come back. Seeing her holding a mobile phone, she guessed something in her heart.

"I'll go upstairs to blow some air." Song Zhixiao showed an embarrassed smile, because this excuse was too bad, but she couldn't find a reasonable reason. She knew Xiang Jing would not ask more questions, but she didn't say anything. What, took a towel and wiped her face.

"Jing." Song Zhixiao put his arms around Xiang Jing's waist and pressed her against the wall, kissing her carefully, and buried his face on Xiang Jing's shoulder after a while.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Jing patted her head lightly.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you." She remembered Lu Mang's expression when he saw the hickey on Xiang Jing's body, and said sullenly.

"It's okay, I like you like this." Xiang Jing kissed her forehead, Song Zhixiao regained his vitality when he heard it, raised his head and kissed Jing with a little more force.

Xiang Jing also enjoyed it, and the two slowly moved towards the room, and after a while, a reverie sound came out from the slightly opened door.