Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

Song Jiao couldn't wait to exchange wedding rings with Xu Jinzhao, but Xu Jinzhao still asked her, "Are we going to have a wedding?"

Song Jiao vetoed this.

She didn't tell Xu Jinzhao the reason at first, but one day near the middle of winter, she suddenly said to Xu Jinzhao: "I don't want to have a wedding, because I'm afraid I won't be able to help crying."

Winter rain began to fall in Juzhou, and neither of them went out, drinking tea at home by the window.

Song Jiao didn't look at Xu Jinzhao when she said this, she held a teacup in her hand and looked sideways at the rain curtain outside the window.

The rain wasn't too heavy, but it really lowered the temperature in Juzhou.

The raindrops slammed into the small courtyard in rhythm, slapping the fence and floor tiles, and did not let go of the only remaining evergreen bushes in the garden, where the dark green leaves trembled.

Xu Jinzhao saw the light rain from Omega's pupils. She seemed to be looking at the water patterns on the ground. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, but she couldn't cover the rain that kept falling into her eyes.

This rain was falling on Xu Jinzhao's heart.

She wished she had an umbrella, so that she could protect Song Jiao from the cold rain, but she didn't even have a piece of cardboard, and she couldn't help but get farther and farther away from her little wife, and she couldn't even use her body to cover her arrive.

Xu Jinzhao heard Song Jiao whisper:

"Have a wedding, let my friends gather together, everyone will see me crying like a fool, and think I'm happy... Then in a few days, they will cry for me too."

Xu Jinzhao's heart was sore, and an invisible string was tightening with time. She and Jiao Jiao each held one end.

The string cuts their palms all the time, embeds in the flesh and twists open the incision, but neither of them wants to let go, pulling desperately, because it is a kind of happiness to feel the pain of the string in the palm .

Before she could say anything, Song Jiao had already turned her head.

Her pretty face turned pale in the dark light of the rainy day, and she smiled at Xu Jinzhao: "Let's go to Hwaseong to meet our friends."

Of course Xu Jinzhao understood her intentions. Song Jiao wanted her to meet everyone again before leaving. After all, it would be a farewell soon.

Xu Jinzhao said, "Okay."

She didn't want to go back to Hwaseong for the same reasons as Song Jiao's refusal of the wedding. She was also afraid that she would cry inappropriately and make her friends confused and uneasy.

But when Song Jiao said this, Xu Jinzhao felt that he should really meet again, and even if he couldn't be honest with each other, he should bid farewell to them secretly.

So after the rain stopped, the two booked a flight to Hwaseong and rushed to Fengbei.

Fengbei was already very cold, and Xu Jinzhao from Wanwutong said hello in advance, saying that he would come back.

For her 'honeymoon', she hadn't seen anyone for more than two months, if not for calling Jiang Chao to ask for staff, and occasionally talking to Qin Lingyue about the company's development, it was as if the world had evaporated.

After these days, when he returned to Wanwutong, Xu Jinzhao felt like he was a world apart.

It is clearly still a familiar place and familiar people, but there is always something strange about it.

Xu Jinzhao expressed his feelings, and Jiang Chao said, "That's because the company has been decorated inside."

Lin Qi interrupted and added: "As for people, Jiang Chao's hair has been falling out badly recently, I heard that he and his friend recorded Yu Lan asking about hair growth secrets."

Jiang Chao was furious, and he also broke Lin Qi's information: "This kid has gained fifteen catties."

Wang Xiaoqian said abruptly: "Jiang Chao seems to be in love with a girl from Juzhou, combing his hair every day."

As soon as the opening was made, the other partners chattered about Jiang Chao-related gossip, and their underpants were almost stripped clean by unscrupulous friends.

Jiang Chao couldn't keep all these mouths closed with both hands, and was furious with impotence, crying to Xu Jinzhao: "This group of people don't know how to write the word privacy!"

Xu Jinzhao finally regained the feeling he had before, and looked at Tuanba with sympathy: "I will file a complaint with you, Sister Qin, and let her decide."

Qin Lingyue's hoarse and smoky voice with a smile sounded outside the crowd: "Is it the morning?"

She is still so radiant, as if she has her own spotlight, no matter what clothes she wears, she adds a leisurely and luxurious style, graceful and charming.

A group of partners who had gathered a crowd to tease Jiang Chao greeted Qin Lingyue, winked and dispersed.

Jiang Chao didn't complain to Qin Lingyue, he looked very honest, like a good boy who kept his own place, and found an excuse to slip away after a while.

Xu Jinzhao looked interesting, while Song Jiao who was beside him asked directly, "What's wrong with Jiang Chao, Sister Qin?"

Qin Lingyue's brows and eyes were naturally tender, and she smiled lightly: "He and Qin are together, so I'm afraid I'll be angry."

Xu Jinzhao was a little surprised. After Xu Yanhe's fluff came out, the second wife of the Qin family was often laughed at in Juzhou. She had heard about it.

Qin Hao, who was slapped on by Xu Yanhe, lost face a lot, and made many plastic girls laugh.

Qin Lingyue didn't take it seriously: "Qin Hao, the little girl shivered when she saw me, these two people look exactly the same."

She didn't like to make fun of Jiang Chao like others, and instead asked about Xu Jinzhao's health: "Are you feeling better now?"

Xu Jinzhao just smiled and said, "It's better."

She and Song Jiao had just chatted with other people for a while, and now they were chatting with Qin Lingyue, talking about what they had seen and heard during their travels.

The two didn't stay in Wanwutong for too long. After all, they were busy with affairs here, so they also bid farewell to Qin Lingyue soon.

Before leaving, Qin Lingyue called Xu Jinzhao to stop.

She exhorted: "Take care of your body, we will wait for you to come back."

There was no perfunctory expression on Qin Lingyue's expression, she was concerned and sincere, and there was also a hint of worry that was not obvious.

Xu Jinzhao vaguely felt that there might be something abnormal in his words and deeds, and he was caught and noticed by the other party, so he told himself that there was a place for Wanwutong, and she was welcome home at any time.

Her eyes were a little sour, and she raised a smile: "Of course!"

Xu Jinzhao waved to his older friend, and turned to leave with Song Jiao.

Then go to the friend record, it is another atmosphere.

Yu Lan, who was driven to her office by Song Jiao, was in purgatory. She probably believed that Song Jiao and Xu Jinzhao must be living a happy life outside, and her eyes seemed to accuse the two heartless people.

Song Jiao praised her: "You did a great job."

Yu Lan: Thank you, life is better than death.

Like Qin Lingyue, she asked Xu Jinzhao if his health had improved.

Before Song Jiao suddenly threw a huge friend record stand to herself, and wanted to spend three months with Xu Jinzhao, Yu Lan's first reaction was to suspect that Xu Jinzhao might be seriously ill.

Yu Lan's intuition was obviously accurate, and her guess was almost the same as the truth.

But after seeing the past time, the other party seemed to be okay, so she dispelled the speculation about terminal illness.

Yu Lan said: "Get better soon, Xu Jinzhao. Whenever you get sick, Song Jiao throws the company to me. I'm counting seconds like years now, and I wish I could drive faster."

It was rare for her to say such a long complaint face to face, Xu Jinzhao said with a smile: "Yes."

But I knew in my heart that I would not get better.

Returning to Juzhou from Huacheng, Song Jiao became more and more clingy.

She doesn't want to be separated from Xu Jinzhao at all times, and she has to take her with her father, and sometimes she will be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and she doesn't care to sneak into Alpha's arms to gain warmth and safety.

But no matter how unwilling the two of them are to accept it, time is indeed ticking by, and the strings in their palms have rubbed against their phalanges, causing them pain to the marrow all the time.

The last day of the countdown is the winter solstice.

Aunt Li mixed the dumpling stuffing and dough in the afternoon, and Song Jiao, who also knew how to make dumplings, was completely uninspired, so Aunt Li was busy making many round dumplings by herself.

She put some of them in the freezer and boiled water to cook the dumplings.

The kitchen was steaming hot, and on the sofa in the living room, two silent hostesses of the house held each other's palms, feeling suffocatingly cold.

When the dumplings were brought to the table, Aunt Li invited them to come and eat. Xu Jinzhao pulled himself up, and the three gathered around the table.

Song Yikang is more used to living in the Song family's small building, even though he has thought about it a lot, he is nostalgic for his old residence after all.

Auntie's craftsmanship is excellent, but Xu Jinzhao can no longer taste the taste. She put on a smiling face and chews with the mouth that lost her sense of taste in extreme sadness. Opposite is Song Jiao's equally forced smile.

Xu Jinzhao suggested: "It's still early, let's go get some to Uncle Song."

Seeing Song Jiao nodding, Aunt Li opened the freezer to pick up the dumplings that were not frozen firmly: "The cooked dumplings will be cold on the way, so it's not easy to heat them up, so let's cook them fresh."

The two put on scarves hand-woven by their aunts, and took dumpling boxes to the car.

Snowflakes fell on the way, but the weather forecast did not say that there would be snow. Snow powder was flying outside the car window, and the sky was dark and heavy.

Now that Song Jiao went to see her father, Xu Jinzhao would go with her. She was already familiar with the route, but now the street scenes along the way were covered with snow fog that made them unfamiliar.

The silence at home was swept away, and they talked desperately on the road, like every pair of couples who have no hope of catching each other when the doomsday is imminent.

The journey is far away, but it will eventually come to an end.

When we arrived at the small building, the snow was getting heavier. It is rare for Juzhou to have such a large amount of snow in the winter solstice. There was a layer of white snow in front of the small building. Following the two visitors, they left four lines of footprints in the snow.

Song Jiao opened the door, the room was bright and warm, Song Yikang looked out from the kitchen in surprise.

He was about to cook, and when he saw the dumplings sent by Song Jiao and Xu Jinzhao, and saw the large snowflakes drifting by outside the window, he couldn't help but blame him while he was happy: "You two children, why are you here at this time?"

Song Jiao said, "It hasn't snowed yet when we go out."

Song Yikang wanted to keep them for dinner, but Song Jiao shook her head and said to her father, "When the snow falls heavily, the road will be difficult."

Song Yikang didn't want to keep them anymore, he sent them to the door, and watched them leave.

When Song Jiao came here, she drove the car, but when she returned home, Xu Jinzhao drove. Song Jiao was really depressed, so she gave her the driver's seat and sat beside her.

Omega looked at the time on the electronic clock frame on the car.

18:35, less than six hours.

She suddenly wanted to cry aloud, to wail, to complain, to scold, to vent the emotions that had been squeezed in her heart for a long time, but what was the use of it.

This cannot leave Xu Jinzhao, and they cannot spend the rest of their lives together. Xu Jinzhao will soon return to her own home.

Song Jiao knew that she should bless her, wishing that her lover would be happy after being reunited with her family, or be more selfless, wishing to erase Xu Jinzhao's memory of Song Jiao and resume her life.

But she can't do it, she is on the verge of collapse just facing life and death, she is a selfish person in her bones, she can't make her lover forget herself, at most she prays:

Let Xu Jinzhao feel less sad and more happy...

Song Jiao bit her lip tightly, swallowing the hopeless cry that was choked in her throat, preventing the tears swirling in her eyes from falling, and turning her head as if nothing had happened, so as not to let Xu Jinzhao see it.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the snow on the road along the way has been crushed into ice by the passing vehicles, and the snowflakes are also blocking the sight, so Xu Jinzhao really doesn't dare to be distracted.

She slowed down and drove cautiously.

But even if you are careful enough, when you drive out of the congested road to a relatively empty road, accidents still happen suddenly.

The road conditions are so bad, there is an off-road vehicle in the distance on the opposite side, but it can be seen by the naked eye that it is driving fast, and it is coming here.

The car was garishly painted, and the driver seemed to be showing off, rocking the car from side to side on the packed ice.

Meeting such a person, Xu Jinzhao felt unlucky, as there was no guardrail in the middle of the road.

She slowed down the speed of the car, thinking that it was impossible to pull over and stop, and wait for the rampaging idiot on the other side to pass by before driving.

But the speed of the off-road vehicle on the other side far exceeded Xu Jinzhao's estimate, and it was approaching in a blink of an eye.

The mentally disabled driver didn't know if he was crazy, and wanted to show off in front of other cars.

He made the car body sway even more violently, but the tires slipped uncontrollably, and the car body rushed towards the front of Xu Jinzhao and Song Jiao!

In an emergency, Xu Jinzhao slammed the steering wheel and evaded to the right to protect Song Jiao, the co-pilot.

During the fierce collision, her mind went blank, and before she could feel the pain, she lost consciousness.

***

Xu Jinzhao felt that she might be a nightmare. She seemed to be lying on the bed, but her consciousness was struggling in a black sea.

She can vaguely hear the sounds of the outside world, the movement of tiny pointers, the buzzing of the air conditioner, the chirping of cicadas, and the distant conversations and laughter of pedestrians...

The surrounding temperature was extremely high, Xu Jinzhao's underwear and temple hair were drenched, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

She could feel so much, but she couldn't open her eyes or move her fingers.

Xu Jinzhao resisted desperately in the anxiety of the nightmare, trying to blink his eyes, or roll over and get out of bed, but he couldn't do so.

Until a large flock of birds suddenly fluttered past the window, their wings flapping powerfully and loudly.

She suddenly opened her eyes, forced herself to stand up in the fatigue that immediately swept over her, and sat down on the bed slumped.

Xu Jinzhao's heart was beating wildly, she was still not conscious at the moment, she was inexplicably terrified, breathing in the scorching air.

Finally regaining her senses, she slowly raised her head.

The room in front of her was so strange that Xu Jinzhao didn't recognize it at first. She looked at this simply furnished room, and it took her a while to remember it.

This is her bedroom.

A place that has nothing to do with [Xu Jinzhao] or Song Jiao.

Xu Jinzhao stood up, and in the stuffy heat of the room, she walked to the window with the curtains closed, and opened the curtains that blocked most of the light.

The warm sunshine in the midsummer afternoon hits our faces, and under the window is not a small garden in Juzhou, but a residential building that is half-empty.

Looking further down, there are neatly manicured flower beds in the middle of two small high-rise buildings, and there are lush tree crowns, and the sound of cicadas is coming from these trees.

Xu Jinzhao's heart, which had just calmed down, sank heavily into his stomach.

She has come back.one person.

The air that had felt extremely hot just now suddenly turned to ice cold. Xu Jinzhao shivered from the cold inside to the outside, standing in the sun.

This state lasted for a while before she regained her superficial calm.

Xu Jinzhao thought of the direction of the collision he had desperately adjusted. Song Jiao should not be seriously injured.

She turned around and walked out of the bedroom in a daze, trying to get a glass of water for herself.

Xu Jinzhao was unfamiliar with the layout of his real house. He walked to the tea table, stared at the panel of the water dispenser, raised his hand in confusion, and realized that there was no electricity after a while.

She remembered the sound of the neighbor's air conditioner in the bedroom, found the meter box, and found that the meter had tripped.

Lifting the switch and restoring the power supply, the electrical appliances in the room made small sounds, and Xu Jinzhao was finally able to drink water to quench his thirst.

The familiar electronic music sounded in the bedroom, and Xu Jinzhao was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that it was his cell phone.

She went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone from the bedside.

Caller: Gao Luming.

This name will never be unfamiliar to her again. Gao Luming is Xu Jinzhao's very good friend, and she is also one of the very close friends she once told Song Jiao.

Xu Jinzhao answered the phone: "...Hello?"

The other party asked: "Old Xu, will you participate in the high school reunion tonight?"

This question was like the key to a magic box. Many memories flooded Xu Jinzhao's mind, and they scrambled to squeeze out, quickly passing through his mind.

She was stunned for seven or eight seconds, and Gao Luming asked from the other end, "Where is he? Old Xu?"

Xu Jinzhao replied, "I'm not going."

Gao Luming: "Don't tell me that you want to accompany your 'wife' again, sister, are you really mad? The girl in the painting is so beautiful, but she can't get out of the painting!"

Xu Jinzhao: "...um."

Gao Luming: "It's been a while since I've been out of the house. It's great to go out and relax, so you don't get moldy on your body. Besides, you just won an award, and it's not embarrassing to see your old classmates."

Xu Jinzhao: "Let me think again."

Gao Luming: "!"

Gao Luming: "I'll take it as your consent!"

The other person quickly hung up the phone, and Xu Jinzhao knew why she was in such a hurry to make a decision.

Because 'I' was never willing to let go of the party before, the current reaction is enough to surprise Gao Luming, and it is an opportunity to take her out of the house.

Xu Jinzhao has already remembered all the previous dreams that he was forced to forget, and he clearly returned to the reality half a year ago in the dream.

She remembered how she painted the next "Jiaojiao" by accident, which won an award at the art exhibition that once discredited her.

After the painting "Jiao Jiao" was taken back, she did not sell it, but was fascinated by the smiling young girl in the painting, and arranged a separate room at home, where she watched it day and night.

Gao Luming was worried about her crazy state, and desperately tried to get Xu Jinzhao to go out.

The creation process of that painting is indeed strange, the person in the painting has no similarities with the model that Xu Jinzhao found when he was painting, and Xu Jinzhao's "self" can't tell how to draw this girl with a beautiful face.

Of course, without referring to the creative background, the girl in the painting has a clear, beautiful and pure appearance, and a strong sense of storytelling can be tasted in her expression.

However, considering the weirdness of the painting process and the enticement of people's hearts in the follow-up, the beauties in the painting are exaggerated with horror.

Xu Jinzhao was stunned for a while, then she put away her phone and shuffled to another bedroom.

This place has been transformed into a collection room that belongs exclusively to "Jiao Jiao".

Before pushing the door, Xu Jinzhao took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as much as possible.

She opened the bedroom door. The furniture here had been emptied out, and the glass windows were partially covered to prevent the sunlight from coming in. The air conditioner that was supposed to be turned on to maintain the temperature had tripped and stopped, and the room was stuffy.

Xu Jinzhao's eyes were firmly attracted by the painting on the backlit wall. After recovering the memory of the past six months, she had already parted with Song Jiao for a long time.

Seeing the other party from the painting again, her heart and soul trembled together with her body.

The Omega in the painting is sitting behind the dining table, her long hair is loosely braided, and the braids hang on her shoulders, smiling outside the painting.

Xu Jinzhao knows exactly what kind of state this is, because her eyes are innocent and pure, untainted by common dust, without tenderness, looking over like a deer in the forest.

She smiled shyly and timidly, showing that she was docile and obedient, well-behaved and harmless, but the smile lines did not fluctuate into the deep pupils of the eyes, floating on the beautiful face.

The girl was holding a knife and fork, but in the palm of her right hand was clearly not a table knife, but a small dagger.

It showed its sharpness, and the tip of the knife did not cut to the plate, but lifted slightly forward, aiming at the person who was dining with her.

Xu Jinzhao thought silently in his heart: Jiao Jiao, Jiao Jiao...

I drew such a picture without remembering her.

Of course, Song Jiao had never done this kind of action before. She showed her resistance naked, but the Omega when she first met her was indeed like the one in the painting. Under the disguise of obedience, she put up spikes all over her body and smiled vigilantly at her.

Xu Jinzhao reached out to touch the back of her neck, and she felt that the information glands belonging to Alpha were buried under the skin.

After a long time, she turned on the indoor air conditioner and dehumidifier, and sat in front of the painting as she did many times before.

Song Jiao regained consciousness from the haze.

She remembered that she and Xu Jinzhao were driving home, there was a car accident on the road, and then fell into darkness.

She felt that her state was not right, she seemed to be floating, like wandering in some psychedelic dreamland.

Song Jiao opened her eyes, sat up straight, and looked down at her translucent legs in winter clothes.

She looked around and saw that she was sitting on the bed in a spirit state in a small bedroom she didn't recognize at all.

Where is this, where is Xu Jinzhao?she thinks.

Because the soles of the short boots were still stained with slush, Song Jiao subconsciously moved her legs off the bed and chose to stand on the floor.

In her spirit, she walked around the room, eager to find Xu Jinzhao, but seeing that there was nothing clearly showing the identity of the owner, she walked out of the bedroom and came to the small living room.

There was a photo on the TV cabinet, and Song Jiao went up to look at it. It was a group photo of a family of three. The middle-aged couple and their young daughter were posted together, and the three of them laughed happily.

When Song Jiao saw the content of the photo, she immediately realized it, because this was Xu Jinzhao and her real parents. Compared with real people, Alpha's portrait of her parents was quite vivid.

... This is Xu Jinzhao's home.

She was at a loss, looking at her translucent hands, standing on the ground blankly, her mind was in a mess.

Are you dead?

Song Jiao was at a loss, she almost felt that she had been badly teased by Xu Jinzhao's 'He'.

What is it doing, what is it doing? !

For a moment, she thought of her father, Juzhou and Huacheng, and Xu Jinzhao, who had probably already returned home.

Numerous negative emotions lingered in her heart, and Song Jiao almost felt suffocated.

She even thought, if she just stayed here like a ghost, would she just watch Xu Jinzhao restart her new life, watch him get a new girlfriend (Xu Jinzhao has three exes!), and have sex with each other? Say love, date and kiss, and...

Song Jiao was about to be tormented by her own imagination and exploded, her heart was burning with jealousy and grievances that almost overwhelmed her reason, she wished she could burst into tears right away, go crazy and tear down the whole house.

But when she was on the verge of collapse, she heard a low cry.

The cry was so familiar that Song Jiao's fingertips trembled the moment she heard it clearly.

She rushed in that direction, walked through the closed door, and almost passed through the crying Alpha.

Song Jiao saw a large oil painting portrait hung on the wall by steel wires.

Her self in the picture is faking a smirk, and her poor lover, who has finally come home, is curled up in the seat, crying out of breath.

Xu Jinzhao had never been in such pain before, his body recovered to health, but a new kind of pain spread from his heart.

Looking at Jiaojiao's portrait, her heart began to twist from the inside out. A knife was poking out desperately inside, trying to cut open her heart and get out of her chest.

She trembled from the pain, couldn't sit upright, her back became more and more curved, and she buried her face in her hands.

Xu Jinzhao finally cried like a helpless child, she couldn't even make a loud noise, she could only sob and shed tears, feeling that she was so weak and ugly.

What she didn't know was that her little wife was running around in a hurry, trying to get her attention.

Song Jiao tried everything, but Xu Jinzhao couldn't see herself at all. She shouted and waved, but it was useless.

Omega finally cried out in despair and sadness.

[Xu Jinzhao, look at me...]

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The author has something to say:

Jiao Jiao (Heaven collapses): I want to watch my wife fall in love with someone else! ! !

Actually

Jinzhao (crying till he collapses): My pretty girl! ! !

I, the protagonist has a villain in his eyes, I was scolded (lighting a cigarette