Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

On November 11th, the sky in Juzhou was clear.

There has been continuous rain a few days ago, and the forecast shows that it will continue until the 24th. Song Jiao is ready to pick up people on the tail of the last day of rain.

Unexpectedly, the rain gradually stopped the afternoon before, and Juzhou, which was covered by dark clouds for most of the week, finally saw sunshine.

The sun parted the clouds, and cast a large golden thread-like light from the gap.

Xu Jinzhao said to Song Jiao, "It's a good sign."

Song Jiao also thought it was very good, it had nothing to do with superstition, it was just that rainy days always bring people a sense of depression, and the lack of sunshine does have an impact on emotions.

If there are gloomy dark clouds covering the top on the first day after being released from prison, and the bone-chilling winter rain is floating around, and walking out of stagnant water will definitely give bad psychological hints.

When she woke up on the morning of the 24th and saw that it was still sunny, Song Jiao was extremely happy.

Such a fine weather, I think my father will feel better after seeing it, and wash away a little bit of the haze that has been trapped in the prison all year round.

The prison did not have the obligation to notify the family members of the pick-up, but Song Jiao kept the date firmly in mind, and sent brand-new clothes, hats, shoes and socks two days earlier so that her father could change into them before leaving.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Jiao came to Dongcheng Prison and waited in the reception room after registering.

Later, he couldn't help standing outside, staring at the tall and closed iron gate, looking forward to it, and also hoped that his father would see him at the first sight when he came out, which should make him happy.

The concrete floor was still a little damp, and it hadn't been completely dried by the sun. Song Jiao stood here alone.

Approaching 08:30, the two closed thick iron gates finally rumbled open, and two figures stepped out. Song Jiao recognized the father among them at a glance, but also felt unspeakable heartache at this moment.

We meet each other through the glass every month, and it's been more than five years since Song Yikang really stood in front of him.

Once tall and strong, he could lift the young girl up and laugh, even when he was depressed, he could stand up to the sky and support the family. The omnipotent father was old.

She recalled seeing the vines climbing on the outer wall of the small building when she went home to tidy up. These plants lost their leaves in autumn and became haggard and ugly, standing there dry and yellow.

Song Yikang was wearing the casual clothes she had bought with her own hands. The brand new jacket hung empty on her shoulders, covering her haggard body.

The trousers were also hollow, and they seemed to be supported by lifeless stiff bamboo sticks instead of legs of flesh and bone.

Song Jiao resisted the discomfort in her heart, smiled, and went forward.

The moment he saw the sunlight outside the high wall, Song Yikang was at a loss. The sun was warm and freedom was beautiful, but he was more disturbed and panicked.

Song Yikang didn't know what the inmates around him were thinking, he himself suddenly felt timid, and was dazzled by the not-so-dazzling sunlight.

He heard a clear cry: "Dad!"

Song Yikang looked in the direction of the sound, and seeing his daughter's happy smiling face, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to Song Jiao, and then hesitated to stop in mid-air, not daring to hug his daughter.

On the contrary, Song Jiao, like a baby bird, threw herself into Song Yikang's arms without hesitation, embracing his bony and aching chest.

The inmates couldn't help showing envious eyes. They were also released from prison today. Song Yikang had a daughter who brought him new clothes and shoes and greeted him personally, but he had nothing.

The old inmate nodded at Song Yikang as farewell, and walked out alone with his head bowed.

Song Yikang, who has become the object of envy, has mixed feelings in his heart.

Of course there is joy, he has dreamed of freedom countless times, but when he really welcomes it, he is not as ecstatic as he imagined.

Perhaps, he thought, it was the knowledge that there was another mountain overhead casting a shadow.

Although his heart was heavy, Song Yikang didn't want to meet, so he mentioned Xu's family to his daughter. After five and a half years, he hugged again, and he eagerly lowered his head to look at Song Jiao's face.

She was still small when we parted, and her face became obviously more beautiful and mature. There was no depression in her expression as expected, but she was very healthy and happy.

Song Yikang looked at his daughter's smiling face, and said after a while, "Jiao Jiao has grown up."

His voice was hoarse and old, and Song Jiao raised her head, embracing her father's face at close range.

She could clearly see the deep, ravine-like lines on his thin skin, and the flesh around his eyes and lips drooped. He didn't look like a man in his early 50s, but he seemed to be running backwards in his [-]s.

Song Jiao tried her best to maintain her expression, refusing to show any sadness, even though the large gray hair caught between her hair hurt her eyes, she still smiled happily.

"Of course, I'm 23 years old."

Besides the clothes she sent in advance, there was also a bag, which could hold the belongings brought out, which was being carried by Song Yikang in his hand.

Song Jiao asked him, "Do you still want these things?"

Song Yikang looked down at the bag in his hand and fell into a brief trance. This state happened occasionally before he was imprisoned. Song Jiao didn't interrupt him and let him think.

He said, "Throw it away."

The two turned out of Dongcheng Prison, and Song Jiao took him to the parking lot. Song Yikang was still a little slow in his actions, and she opened the car door for her father.

This car was bought after returning to Juzhou again, Song Jiao doesn't like luxury, it's not a high-profile luxury car, but it's quite eye-catching.

She noticed that Song Yikang was looking at it, and Song Jiao couldn't see anything from his expression for the time being.

The long time has made the father and daughter become strangers to each other, not only in appearance, but also in their demeanor, words and deeds, which cannot be dealt with by old habits.

Song Jiao couldn't help thinking that Song Yikang used to be a cheerful and confident person. Although his temperament was gentle, he also had the fearless responsibility to shoulder responsibility. He was an omnipotent father in her eyes.

The change started the day my mother died.

He became depressed and gloomy, rarely smiled naturally, his face was covered with gray mist, his eyes either contained sadness or hatred, and later became more paranoid and stern.

Even this kind of Song Yikang has a tall and tall image, he won't arch his shoulders and spine like now, and occasionally dodge his eyes subconsciously.

Song Jiao even felt that he was less energetic than in prison, and the light in his eyes disappeared strangely.

She was faintly worried, but she didn't show it, and waited for Song Yikang to get into the car before turning to the other side and sitting in the driver's seat.

Song Jiao didn't hire a driver, she was more used to driving by herself, so that Xu Jinzhao could sit beside her.

It's the same now, she doesn't think Song Yikang would be happy to have outsiders by his side, he definitely hopes to have a chat with herself.

Song Yikang's eyes fell on the little doll hanging under the rearview mirror.

It was a fluffy kitten, half the size of a palm. Because it was too cute, it didn't match the cold and rigid style of this car from the inside to the outside.

He asked, "Jiaojiao, do you like this kind of little toy?"

This is actually what Xu Jinzhao likes. Alpha hung the kitten on the rearview mirror, flicked it around with his fingertips, and said to Song Jiao with a smile, "It looks like you."

Song Jiao didn't think she resembled it at all, but she also acquiesced in Xu Jinzhao hanging it in the car.

After watching it for a few days, she found it quite pleasing to the eye, and somewhat interesting.

Song Jiao stretched out her hand to fiddle with the plush kitten, pinching its paws: "It's okay, it's quite interesting."

She didn't notice the smile on her lips when she spoke.

Song Jiao started the car and asked her father, "Shall I drive you around Juzhou?"

Hearing Song Yikang's response, she drove around Juzhou City. This route was designed in advance so that he could see the changes in Juzhou, the newly added buildings and roads.

She was sensitive to the fact that Song Yikang, who had walked out of the high wall, talked less obviously, without the nagging and nervous exhortations every time he visited, he seemed much more reticent and cramped.

Song Jiao didn't try to make him talk too much, and let his father adapt.

The two talked one to another, and they only talked about unimportant things in a tacit agreement. It wasn't until Song Jiao went to the north bank of Juzhou, looking at the faintly visible Xu's building, that Song Yikang asked:

"How are you at Xu's?"

In the past two years, Song Jiao has been hiding her current situation from him, telling Song Yikang that she works at Xu's, and that she is well-made.

This is the best possible development she can think of without Xu Jinzhao's unexpected appearance.

[Xu Jinzhao] will not allow her to do things according to her own will. If Song Jiao is a normal intern, she will definitely be assigned to Xu's and stay under the other's nose.

Of course, she already knew from Xu Jinzhao that she was imprisoned by [Xu Jinzhao] and her father died.

Song Jiao said: "Dad, I lied to you before, I didn't join the Xu Corporation. Moreover, the Xu Corporation declared bankruptcy half a month ago, and Xu Boyang was arrested a few days ago."

These words almost struck Song Yikang's mind like a thunderbolt, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao turned the steering wheel and said softly, "So, you don't have to worry about anything now, just focus on taking care of your body."

Song Yikang was shocked to the point of jaw-dropping at first, he couldn't believe it, but he knew that his daughter would not joke about such a thing, so great joy and joy burst into his heart immediately.

Song Jiao glanced at his expression from the corner of the eye, and found that his father's eyes were shining again, but it was different from those crazy and resentful eyes in prison, but a clearly visible ecstasy.

He didn't even ask Song Jiao why she lied before, but asked, "Where's the Alpha daughter of Xu Boyang's family, how is that [Xu Jinzhao]?"

The tone of these words made Song Jiao's heart sink, and his father almost asked with hatred no less than that of Xu Boyang.

Song Jiao avoided the important and ignored it: "The matter of the Xu family has nothing to do with her, and Xu Jinzhao has nothing to do with it."

Song Yikang let out a sigh of disappointment and resentment.

Song Jiao's heart sank more and more, and she vaguely realized that it was indeed impossible for her to introduce Xu Jinzhao to her father.

She said: "Let's go home, I've had people clean up the old house, and I'll talk about it in detail when I go back."

When mentioning the old house, Song Yikang's expression quickly softened, and he smiled a little: "Let's go home."

Since being taken to Biwan by [Xu Jinchao], Song Jiao hasn't returned to her home for two years.

This small building was the place where she was born and raised, and it was already a little old, but Song Yikang had never renovated it, and simply found someone to maintain it, insisting on keeping traces of the past life of the family of three.

Mother Qiao Chu is an orphan, so Song Jiao has no grandparents.

On Song Yikang's side, his father died early. He and Qiao Chu told Song Jiao that grandma was in poor health and lived in a nursing home.

It wasn't until Song Jiao was 15 years old that her grandmother died, and she heard from relatives that her grandmother had been in a mental hospital for these years, and she had long since gone crazy and refused to recognize anyone.

Song Jiao asked a cleaner to clean the small building that had not been lived in for two years in advance, bought a lot of clothes for Song Yikang, and hung them in the closet in his bedroom.

Back home, Song Yikang seemed much more relaxed. He stood in front of the old photo wall and looked at it greedily. There were memories of him, Qiao Chu, and his little daughter. The family of three lived happily together.

Song Jiao looked at her father's back, feeling both familiar and strange.

Most of the bright memories of myself and my family were in my childhood, when my mother was still there. After she learned to recognize emotions, she dug out these childhood memories, carefully colored them, and rendered them beautifully.

She kept thinking that her mother would not come back, and she had to treat her only father better.

But it wasn't until this moment that Song Jiao suddenly realized that maybe, like her father, she only missed her family in the earliest years when everything was still intact.

She didn't think that Song Yikang's crazy yearning for the past could affect her in the past, but now she felt that the atmosphere was too depressing and uncomfortable.

Song Jiao sighed silently.

She felt that she had to lower her demands on her father, as the emotional expectations she had previously set were too high.

Song Jiao stayed with her father for most of the day in the old small building, and told him the new lie she made up.

She didn't mention her marriage and relationship with Xu Jinzhao, she only talked about her friends in Hwaseong, the instability in the early days of her business, and she lied to Song Yikang because she was afraid that dropping out of school would worry Song Yikang.

Song Jiao has been cleverly avoiding topics related to Xu Jinzhao, ordering food from a nearby restaurant at noon and delivering it to her door.

Song Yikang has been away from the outside world for too long, he has too much information to absorb and learn, including the current digital products are very different from five years ago.

Song Jiao had already bought a new mobile phone, put his father's old phone card in it, showed him the friends record and Kuaitong, helped his father register a Kuaitong account, and added it to his list.

After staying here until the evening, Song Jiao said to Song Yikang, "Dad, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

Song Yikang was very surprised, he asked: "Where are you going? Jiaojiao, don't you stay at home tonight?"

Song Jiao smiled at him: "I have something to do when I come to Juzhou."

Song Yikang didn't understand: "Should I go home at night, are we going to stay in a hotel?"

Song Jiao still shook her head, but Song Yikang suddenly realized, hesitantly said, "...are you in a relationship?"

Song Jiao didn't deny it, she said: "Yes, a female Alpha, she treats me very well, and I like her very much."

Song Yikang looked a little dazed, and he asked, "What's the other party's name, how old is he, and what does he do?"

This is a question that a father would ask instinctively. When his daughter fell in love, he always had to ask who it was, especially in Song Yikang's mind, Song Jiao was still a young girl who had just grown up before he was imprisoned.

How could Song Jiao tell him, and said vaguely: "She is one of the earliest investors in my company. We are just getting together now, and we are not sure about the future. I will bring her to see you at home when it is stable."

Song Yikang still had many doubts, but Song Jiao refused to reveal, he could only sigh: "Young man... well, remember to protect yourself."

This is obviously a veiled hint.

When Song Yikang said these words, Song Jiao saw the appearance of the father she was looking forward to from him, which made her laugh, and stepped forward to hug him.

"I will."

On the way back, the lights came on.

Driving in the hustle and bustle of traffic, Song Jiao's mood was very different from when she left in the morning, without the joy and anticipation.

Recalling her father's disgusted expression when he mentioned Xu Jinzhao, she thought it would be better not to try to introduce Xu Jinzhao to him.

She and Xu Jinzhao only had less than a month left to spend together. As the date approached, Song Jiao became more and more tense and flustered. She really couldn't bear more incidents.

When we returned to Biwan, the sky was completely dark.

Song Jiao parked the car in the garage, walked quickly into the small garden, and heard a faint sound coming from the room.

She opened the door, and the familiar smell of food lingered in the entrance. Song Jiao took off her coat and hung it up, and put on her slippers.

Xu Jinzhao didn't come to greet her. Song Jiao thought that Alpha was on the second floor, and when she walked into the living room, she found that Alpha was standing on the balcony tending flowers and plants.

Seeing Song Jiao, Xu Jinzhao was startled: "Why are you back?"

She thought that the other party would stay at Song's house, and thought that the various voices she heard just now were from the next door, so she didn't go to the door.

Song Jiao said: "I told my dad that I wanted to date my girlfriend, and he let me out."

She said this briskly, winked at Xu Jinzhao, and approached him with the air-conditioning outside.

Xu Jinzhao couldn't help laughing. She still had the scissors for trimming leaves in her hand, and she casually placed them on a certain flower pot, holding her little girlfriend's hand.

Omega's little hands were cold, she held one in each palm, and pulled her to see Chlorophytum.

This is the grandson of Song Jiao's earliest pot of spider orchids. The small spider orchids that were born were cut and planted, and they are placed on the hangers suspended by thin iron chains.

The two are now in a funny posture, holding hands facing each other, surrounding the hanging orchid pot in the middle.

Xu Jinchao said: "It's about to bloom, it's so strange, it's the end of November now."

Hearing what she said, Song Jiao, who had been looking at Xu Jinzhao through the gaps in the shadowy long leaves, turned to look at the spider plant intently.

The flower pot was hung quite high, Xu Jinzhao lowered the iron chain before, turned around and Song Jiao pulled it up again, so he liked to put it higher.

Now Omega was looking at the flowers and leaves at the same level, while Xu Jinzhao bowed his head slightly, and the two held hands to look at the small flower buds that were out of season.

Song Jiao murmured, "Really..."

She focused on the few barely noticeable buds of the spider orchids, but Xu Jinzhao's attention fell on the pretty little face between the narrow leaves of the spider orchids.

Alpha felt that he was peeping at a deer in the forest. The other party blinked bright eyes, and the slender eyelashes flickered between the leaves. The dark and beautiful pupils reflected the leaf shadows and small flower buds.

Xu Jinzhao pinched Song Jiao's palm, and the latter immediately looked up at her, and her eyes were immediately occupied by him, making Xu Jinzhao smile with satisfaction.

Song Jiao: "What's the matter?"

Xu Jinzhao: "Well, it's nothing, I just want you to see me."

Song Jiao liked hearing her tender and reserved love words, which made Omega smile and act coquettishly to her: "After dinner, let's go for a walk by the Cang River."

Xu Jinzhao asked her, "Aren't you cold?"

Song Jiao said: "The temperature is not bad now, let's wear thicker clothes, scarves and gloves."

She said so, so Xu Jinzhao naturally obeyed her.

When Xu Jinzhao was recuperating in Hwaseong Hospital, Song Jiao called Aunt Li directly and said that they were going on a business trip abroad and would give Auntie a long vacation and tell her when they came back.

Song Jiao spoke firmly, she lied without blinking an eye, and Aunt Li believed it.

Xu Jinzhao had recuperated for more than a week. After being discharged from the hospital, they immediately started traveling together.

Because of Alpha's lack of energy, he didn't fly all over the world, but picked out a few nearby places with pleasant weather and suitable for vacation to travel slowly.

In mid-November, when Song Yikang was about to be released from prison, they rushed back to Juzhou. Unexpectedly, just as they got off the plane, they bumped into Aunt Li who was out shopping on the street.

Aunt: "Ah, aren't you on a business trip?"

Song Jiao: "Yes, we came back from a business trip, and we decided to go back to Juzhou for a while."

Omega continued her lie, and Aunt Li believed it, and packed up and followed back to Biwan's small villa.

Auntie was cooking dinner in the kitchen just now, she turned on the range hood and didn't hear the sound from outside at all, and she was very surprised to see Song Jiao come back.

Song Jiao didn't say anything before going out, but Xu Jinzhao told Aunt Li that she might not come back today.

The three sat at the dining table, surrounded by a table of food, Song Jiao felt that this place felt more like home.

She originally wanted to accompany Song Yikang to finish dinner before leaving, but the meal at noon was not very pleasant, her father was depressed during the meal, and remained silent for a while in the afternoon.

Song Jiao didn't know how to enlighten him, she even felt that staying there made the atmosphere stagnant.

She finally decided to go and leave the small building full of old memories to him alone. Her father would rather be with those old photos and old things. Maybe she could have a good dream on the bed at night and return to the place where her mother was still there. in time.

After dinner, Song Jiao and Xu Jinzhao seriously put on their trench coats, hats and scarves and went out.

The two of them didn't dare to tell Aunt Li that they were going to the riverside. Now, to avoid being nagged by the other party, they just said that they wanted to go outside for a drive.

After escaping from the house, the two looked like bad kids who had successfully done bad things behind their mother's back. They looked at each other and saw smug smiles on each other's faces.

Song Jiao was driving, and Xu Jinchao was the co-pilot. The two chatted and laughed all the way in the car, and drove towards Cangjiang.

During those early days in Juzhou, Xu Jinzhao had to drive back and forth every day, clearly remembering the rhythm of the steel cables of the cross-river bridge passing outside the window, and the brightness of the lights on the bridge in the evening, so that there was no novelty.

But when she left the city, she would occasionally think of the rushing Cangjiang River. There is no such a big river in Hwaseong, and there is no embankment where you can walk and listen to the rushing water of the river.

Xu Jinzhao felt that maybe Song Jiao missed Juzhou too?

Compared to myself, Omega is the child nourished by this land and the river. No matter what she has suffered here, it will be a homeland that people will never forget.

The two left the bustling city in the dark, came to the section of the river where few people visited, and parked their car not far from the dam.

There is sunshine during the day, so it is not considered cold, but the evening wind by the river at night is not forgiving.

Xu Jinzhao and Song Jiao put on their woolen caps, wrapped their scarves tightly, each put on gloves, held hands through the soft lambskin, and walked to the embankment.

A long path has been built beside the dam, and there is also a large area of ​​wild grass, which grows wildly to waist height in summer, but is now withered and yellow.

Song Jiao said in the river wind:

"I ran away from home before, took a bus to the river, walked along the embankment, and lay on a bench after dark, so many mosquitoes bit me."

Xu Jinzhao didn't expect that the people around her had a dark history of running away from home. She thought that Song Jiao should be that kind of little robot in the past, inputting commands and responding.

She asked, "Why did you run away from home? How old were you at that time?"

There are no street lights here, so you can only see through the dim light of the road in the distance. Xu Jinzhao can't see Omega's expression clearly, and can only hear the other party's voice blurred by the wind.

"I was 14 years old, and I didn't know why I did this. One day after school, I suddenly didn't want to go home." Song Jiao said.

She described: "I'm going to do something different than usual. I don't see anyone, just stay by myself. I'm sure I'll be found soon in the busy city, but Cangjiang is very big and quiet. Who can tell me here? Find me easily?"

From these calm words, Xu Jinzhao felt the sadness and loneliness hidden behind.

She couldn't help but pull Song Jiao closer, and stopped in her tracks to take a closer look at him.

It's really not bright here. With the moonlight and the dim light in the distance, Xu Jinzhao can barely see the facial features of Omega, and he doesn't know if his face and nose are blown red.

Song Jiao's chin and lips were hidden in the scarf, her eyes didn't look sad, but firm.

Xu Jinzhao gradually had the urge to kiss her.

This longing burned into Alpha's eyes, she untied her long scarf twice, and pulled it around Song Jiao's ear to block the evening wind, and pulled off the cashmere scarf she used to protect her face.

Song Jiao also understood the meaning of her actions, raised her face obediently, let Xu Jinzhao's hand rest on the back of her head, and kissed her passionately under the protection of the scarf.

She tasted Alpha's flaming lips and tongue, and in the heat and sweetness, she could also taste a hint of madness when facing a desperate situation. This kind of loss of control was not obvious, but being restrained by the other party's gentleness, it made Song Jiao even more fascinated.

When they were finally willing to separate from each other, Xu Jinzhao still did not put down the scarf to block the wind from the river, and stared at each other in this small warm room.

Amidst the double rapid breathing, Omega heard the trembling voice of his lover.

"Wait until I leave..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Song Jiao had already stood on tiptoe, put her arms around her neck, and fiercely and fiercely offered to bite|kiss to stop her——

How come there are so many words!

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The author has something to say:

If you destroy the atmosphere, you will be kissed by the kitten!