Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

Before this polite questioning, Xu Jinzhao was almost trembling and called her "Jiaojiao".

The memories of the past are vivid in her mind, and many times she thought she had forgotten getting along with each other during the two years suddenly became clear with the parting.

These days, she kept recalling their past, recalling the beautiful times that belonged to Xu Jinzhao and Song Jiao, and every detail was shining with gentle and bright light.

Xu Jinzhao didn't allow herself to miss anything, desperately reminiscing, stooped to pick up the faded items that she didn't cherish too much when she owned them, wiped off the dust, re-rendered them, and displayed them in the showcase of her memory as a future maintenance Precious nourishment for your own breath.

So she can clearly remember when their relationship first started to ease, she received the first gift from Song Jiao in the autumn evening, and she remembered how happy she was at that time.

They originally maintained a tacit consensus of non-interference, even if they were in the same room, they were doing their own pastimes.

Until a fountain pen that fell to the floor, like this one, rolled towards him lightly, and it stopped reservedly within reach.

Omega pressed the pages of the book with his fingertips and asked her, "Can you pick up a pen for me?"

This is the wonderful signal to officially start her dream journey. Since then, the distance has been shortened inch by inch, and the glaciers have melted. During the journey, she saw a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom, and kites flying among the clouds in the blue sky.

When the trip is over, the dream is broken into bubbles, and all the experiences on the way are cherished in her heart, and she will accompany the person who brought it all.

Xu Jinzhao really almost called out that name, the little wife he missed day and night after returning home alone, the tip of his tongue had words that had become extraordinarily meaningful because of this person.

But the attitude of the other party made her mouthpiece suffocated again, and the ecstasy that was lost and regained just now suddenly froze in her heart.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, and swallowed her wife's baby name back into her stomach.

It turned out that it wasn't her beauty, but an incomparably similar stranger?

she thought blankly.

Xu Jinzhao still picked up the pen.

The ground under her feet was scorched hot by the sun, she held the pen body that was slightly warmed by the heat of the ground, and handed it back to the other party.

Still holding a glimmer of hope, she asked expectantly, "You...do you know me?"

Xu Jinzhao is eager to see a nod, or a sudden smile, to hear the other party laugh and say "Idiot, I'm joking with you".

However, the girl sitting in a wheelchair with a slightly sick face took the pen, cast a puzzled look, and shook her head slightly.

The last hot blood in Xu Jinzhao's heart also turned cold.

Xie Jun was also taken aback when she saw the wheelchair girl's face clearly.

She learned about Xu Jinzhao's obsession with that painting for half a year from other people, and also heard about Xu Jinzhao's bizarre experience in painting it.

Xie Jun had wondered whether Xu Jinzhao really had a new lover named Jiaojiao.

All kinds of signs showed that the other party was really just staring at the painting day and night, completely divorced from social life.

Now all of a sudden, the person in the painting came into reality. The girl Xie Jun remembers because it was drawn by Xu Jinzhao was sitting in front of her, and she couldn't let her not be surprised.

After being frightened, Xie Jun's first reaction was:

This girl is the real model of "Jiao Jiao", what Xu Jinzhao said earlier was just an excuse.

But after turning his gaze to Xu Jinzhao, Xie Jun was not sure again, because the other party had obvious disappointment on his face.

The blush on Xu Jinchao's cheeks receded like a tide, and she murmured, "Oh, I'm sorry, I made a mistake..."

Xu Jinzhao glanced at the wheelchair girl again, and forced himself to look away. She shouldn't treat anyone as a substitute for Song Jiao, even if she just looks at her.

She said to Xie Jun: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Xie Jun still wanted to say something to Xu Jinzhao.

These days, Xie Jun has been living with self-condemnation and growing regret.

She couldn't tell what she was regretting, plagiarizing Xu Jinzhao's creation?Hurt to Xu Jinzhao?Or...or the relationship ruined by her own hands.

Xie Jun didn't think that her orientation was female before, and she was an oolong in herself when she got along with Xu Jinzhao, which made her sleepless and restless.

She felt entangled and depressed, and her attitude towards Xu Jinzhao became more and more rude. She vented her inner emotions and hoped that Xu Jinzhao would call it quits first.

But when she really separated from the other party, she couldn't feel any relief.

I finally got rid of a relationship that I thought was not sincere, but I couldn't help thinking about many things in the past frequently, tossing and turning.

Xie Jun plucked up the courage to look over, maybe...

But in Xu Jinzhao's eyes, she only saw the innocence she felt on the day she completely turned her face.

Other than that, nothing else.

It was like a basin of cold water had been poured on Xie Jun.

She lowered her head in embarrassment.

Xu Jinzhao tacitly agreed that the junior sister had nothing to say, and she wanted to leave, but couldn't help but turn sideways.

The wheelchair girl hadn't left yet, she was holding a magazine in front of her eyes to cover the overheated sunlight, and was fiddling with the fountain pen that she handed back.

Xu Jinzhao handed her the folding umbrella in his hand: "The sun is poisonous, I give it to you."

Probably because the other party's appearance and demeanor are so similar to Jiaojiao's, she couldn't help but pay a little attention and compassion, but she didn't plan to have too much contact with her.

Song Jiao took the parasol, saw his wife was about to leave without hesitation, and finally stopped: "Wait a minute."

She has already finished watching the show here, so she can't let the person who came to her door go.

Song Jiao is quite satisfied with her wife's attitude towards the most hateful 3.0. See, Xu Jinzhao is more friendly to himself, who is a 'stranger' at the moment, than to 3.0.

She asked, "Can I add a WeChat account?"

Song Jiao knows that this software is almost Xu Jinzhao's fast pass in the world, and people generally use it to contact friends.

But she only received an apologetic smile and shaking her head in refusal. Xu Jinzhao obviously didn't intend to exchange contact information with her.

Song Jiao also laughed:

"Okay, then I want to ask, do you know how to get to Hwaseong? I want to go to the headquarters of Wanwutong to find someone, she is very important to me."

From hell to heaven, it only takes seconds.

Xu Jinzhao's eyes widened in astonishment. She stood like a fool, seeing the little wife who had opened the parasol and smiled slyly at her, saving her from the icy purgatory.

God, this is really—

Xu Jinzhao was about to complain loudly about the other party's nasty joke, she raised her arms and put her head in her arms, feeling both surprised and happy, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Song Jiao opened her QR code business card and asked again: "Add a WeChat?"

Xu Jinzhao took out her mobile phone, her hand holding the fuselage could not help trembling, she scanned the QR code, and when the small WeChat window belonging to Song Jiao appeared on her screen, she finally felt the real feeling of holding everything in her palm again. feel.

She asked Song Jiao: "Are you hospitalized in this hospital?"

Song Jiao blinked at her: "It is said that she has been lying in bed for three years. She was in a vegetable state before, and she just woke up recently."

Xu Jinzhao said, "It's too hot outside, be careful of heatstroke, let's go indoors."

Song Jiao asked straightforwardly, "You push me."

Of course Xu Jinzhao would do the same, not to mention pushing a wheelchair, even if Jiao Jiao asked her to pick the stars in the sky now, she would try desperately.

She immediately stepped forward, pushing Song Jiao's wheelchair up the slope to the ward building.

"Which floor is your ward on..."

The two left as if there was no one else around, and Xie Jun stood where she was, watching Xu Jinzhao push the girl who looked exactly like the one in the painting "Jiao Jiao" and disappeared at the door of the ward building.

Xie Jun was confused, but she knew that it was over for herself and Xu Jinzhao.

Her eyes hurt from the sunlight, and she lowered her head again.

When Xu Jinzhao sent Song Jiao back to the convalescent ward, the nurse was anxious about her whereabouts.

Before the nurse could breathe a sigh of relief, Song Jiao announced, "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures and live at my girlfriend's house. I won't be staying in the hospital anymore."

She said to the nurse: "Help me pack my luggage, clothes and supplies, and take them away in a while."

The nurse also wanted to mention Mr. Song. Song Jiao said, "He's going back to China in a week, isn't he? I'll make it clear to him at that time, and it's not your responsibility if there are any problems."

She showed an unprecedented tough attitude, and the nurse had no choice but to help Song Jiao pack the suitcase.

Song Jiao's current physical condition is recovering very well, her physical signs are stable, she doesn't need any medication, and she has no other problems except that it is difficult to walk for a long time.

After completing the formalities, Xu Jinzhao gave his mobile phone number to the nurse before leaving, so as to reassure them.

She dragged Song Jiao's suitcase, asked Song Jiao to wait in front of the building, and then drove over to pick it up.

Song Jiao is in a wheelchair because it is convenient for her to sneak out of the hospital. She is weak now, and she has to sit down and rest after walking a few hundred meters, but she is not completely unable to walk.

When Xu Jinzhao's car arrived downstairs, Song Jiao stood up, pushed the wheelchair over by herself, and folded it neatly.

But she can't carry a wheelchair now, so Xu Jinzhao opened the trunk, got out of the car and brought the wheelchair in, and Song Jiao sat in the co-pilot with a very hostess style.

Carrying his lost and found wife home, Xu Jinzhao controlled his emotions and did not desperately ask Song Jiao questions in the hospital.

Now that the two of them were in the small compartment, she couldn't bear it anymore, and asked a lot of questions at once.

Of course Song Jiao understood how confused the other party was, and answered Xu Jinzhao's one by one.

The background of her body is very strange. Song Jiao has searched carefully these days, and the address book and WeChat list in the mobile phone are empty, except for her father, housekeeper, and the person in charge of various places to eat, drink, and play, there is no friend's number, and the laptop is even worse. is brand new.

The body seems to have been studying and living in the country where my father works. There is no acquaintance in the country, and I rarely come back. I was seriously injured while skiing and became a vegetable, but was suddenly sent back to my country and was hospitalized in Guancheng Hospital for life support.

Everything seemed abnormal. Song Jiao tried to contact the father on the list, but when she called across the ocean, the recipient was always the secretary of the other party, who told her that he had no time to answer at work.

Song Jiao told Xu Jinzhao the news she found out, and also expressed her guess: "This seems to be an identity specially prepared for me."

This trace of 'Song Jiao' is too clean, so clean that it doesn't look like a living person, it's blank.

At first Song Jiao remained vigilant, but the more she explored and investigated, the more she felt that she was not a real person at all.

Xu Jinzhao realized what she meant, and took a moment to look at Song Jiao from the corner of his eye while driving.

Song Jiao asked her, "Your glands are still there, aren't they?"

Hearing her ask this question, Xu Jinzhao was a little surprised. She said, "Yes, but..."

In the world of "Jiaojiao", she can intuitively distinguish the second gender of everyone, which seems to be an instinct.

But after seeing Song Jiao in reality, Xu Jinzhao failed to recognize the second gender, which is why she was fooled by Song Jiao at first and believed it.

Song Jiao said: "I guess, because my glands are also there. People in this world don't have ABO gender, but if the will of the world wants to give us a good enough arrangement, it won't just keep my glands."

Therefore, even though Song Jiao also failed to recognize Xu Jinzhao's second gender, it is still speculated that Xu Jinzhao still has information glands.

Song Jiao said slowly: "I think, maybe we won't be affected too much by the craze, after all, there are no inhibitors here."

The will of the world, whom the two of them have scolded countless times, doesn't seem to be the great devil king they imagined, but rather... pretty good.

Xu Jinzhao was a little at a loss for a while, drove through the intersection of traffic lights, and said after a while: "Now you come to my place, what about your father?"

Song Jiao smiled: "If I guessed correctly, He will give me a surprise."

What she said was meaningful, and Xu Jinzhao quickly realized: "You mean—"

That Mr. Song who is abroad may be Song Yikang who was sent here along with him.

Xu Jinzhao said "That's great" several times, feeling happy for Song Jiao, she knows too well the feeling of being forced to be separated from her family, if this guess is true, there will be no regrets between them.

Xu Jinzhao's house was on the eighth floor, and she almost couldn't wait to bring Song Jiao up to show her her house.

Song Jiao didn't tell Xu Jinzhao that she had been with her for a long time in the state of a soul, and had already seen all the furnishings in her little house.

She kept her mouth shut about this. After all, when Xu Jinzhao was taking a bath, she watched the whole process with a mentality of breaking a jar. If she wanted to speak out, the other party would definitely be ashamed.

Song Jiao used 120% of her acting skills, pretended to be genuinely curious, drove around the living room in a wheelchair, and asked to see Xu Jinzhao's bedroom.

After visiting the bedroom, Song Jiao pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Where is the other room, is it the guest room?"

Of course she knew what was stored in that room, and now she knew what to ask.

Xu Jinchao said, "No, it's the collection room."

She deliberately let Song Jiao take a look at the painting. Although she created it without any relevant memory, she really captured Song Jiao's appearance and charm at the beginning.

Looking at the portrait of "Jiao Jiao" before, Xu Jinzhao's heart was filled with sadness, but now that Song Jiao is by his side, this portrait has become a lovely work that can be used as a treasure.

The image drawn above can quite intuitively show Omega's demeanor and behavior at that stage, maybe it can make her pretty happy.

Xu Jinzhao didn't know that Song Jiao had even seen herself break down and cry at the painting, and excitedly took her to see it.

Before she opened the door, she looked mysterious: "You can't guess what's inside."

Xu Jinzhao's expression was so joyful, and Song Jiao, who knew his true nature, thought it was funny at first, but when he thought of his wife crying so painfully that she couldn't help herself, a sour love lingered in her heart.

This is really her Xu Jinzhao, who is willing to please herself at any time, keeps silent about the torment and thoughts she has experienced, and only shows her the most beautiful and happy side.

Song Jiao worked hard to cooperate with the suspense intentionally set up by his wife: "What is it, does it have something to do with me? Open it quickly."

Xu Jinzhao: "Ah, my beauty is cleverness."

Her tone seemed to be praising a child, she turned the doorknob and opened the door.

However, to the surprise of both of them, the painting is still there, but the background and the dining table are left empty inside, and the smiling Omega holding the knife behind the table is gone.

The canvas occupied by the portrait has been filled with a background that is perfectly integrated with the existing part. There is only a dining table in the frame, the dagger and fork on both sides of the dinner plate, and the glass window behind the person in the painting.

Without the cover of 'Jiaojiao', the sunlight pours on the dining table, and the closed window in the original painting is now open in the painting. It seems that the diner has put down the knife and fork and jumped out of the window to escape.

Xu Jinzhao said after a while: "...It wasn't like this before, so this is your portrait."

She turned her head to explain to Song Jiao, and then turned her gaze back to the painting.

Song Jiao was also looking at the painting of the disappearing protagonist, and she smiled: "It's okay, I'm right here."

Losing a portrait is nothing compared to not being able to talk and hold hands with a loved one.

Her words attracted Xu Jinzhao's attention, and Song Jiao asked briskly, "You must be willing to draw another picture for me, right?"

She was still sitting in a wheelchair, reaching out her hand to Xu Jinzhao.

Last time in this room, she couldn't touch each other, couldn't wipe away her tears, told her that she was here, don't be sad, she couldn't go out with her hand in hand, so she had to deceive herself and pretend to be hand in hand to entertain herself.

Now, she can finally do whatever she wants.

Xu Jinzhao held this little hand. Its current temperature was a little strange. It was no longer slightly colder than ordinary people's body temperature, but it made her even happier.

"Your hands are so warm," she said.

Song Jiao replied, "No, right? I still feel that your hands are hotter than mine."

Xu Jinzhao said, "It's true."

The cold-blooded kitten that had always made her feel distressed, finally possessed the temperature of an ordinary person. When these little hands climbed onto her neck, shoulders, and waist, it wouldn't feel like a little snake with a cool body was swimming past.

Song Jiao stood up from the wheelchair with the help of her handshake with his wife.

This body has been lying down for three years, and its physical function has declined, but it is more than enough to support her to give a kiss.

The tacit understanding between lovers allowed them to communicate without words. Xu Jinzhao lowered his head and was hooked by her neck.

Kissing each other again after a seemingly short period of time, they both cherish and love each other with great solemnity.

The treasure that was almost lost is returned to the palm, which is probably the feeling. It must be touched softly, caressed carefully, and baptized with sincere love.

They had never kissed each other so softly before, because at that time there was an imaginary sharp knife hanging in the air, and every kiss was impatient, full of despair at the end of the day.

When they were freed from the threat of a permanent separation, the lovers discovered that kissing can be so lazy and casual.

After all, they still have a lot of time to squander, and their future is long enough to have eternity.

When the two were finally willing to end, Song Jiao buried her head between Xu Jinzhao's neck.

She smelled the pheromone fragrance of Alpha, which is a mixture of citrus and sea salt. This wonderful fragrance completely soothed her nerves, and she wanted to sink into the ocean of floating citrus.

Xu Jinzhao also sensed the peach aroma radiating from the back of her neck in her hair, they really existed, and they were sweet and lingering around her.

But these ambiguous and lingering fragrances can no longer violently arouse excessive desire and cause her to lose control.

rather like—

Like a gentle gift from the world to them.

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The author has something to say:

A big counterattack with bad reputation! ! !

PS: Woohoo, this is almost over. Let me tell you the truth. The author hasn’t dared to read the comments for a month. I always feel that I haven’t written it well enough. Sometimes the mentality pulls the hips, and it's even worse.

Chapter 68 I suddenly praised myself for my words, just imagining a screen full of bad reviews and desperately encouraging myself: Keep up with the daily updates!

After finishing this chapter, I thought, grit my teeth, and take a look at the comments. Surely I won’t be accusing me of writing poorly, and there won’t be so many readers with different opinions fighting.

So I stayed up all night and looked through the comment area for this month, only to find that they were all praising me, confessing to my characters, creating interesting stalks based on the plot, and the atmosphere was like a big happy group (this metaphor is a bit vulgar, but it really is. !), the author is now too excited to sleep.

That's great, that's great, thank you, I actually don't have much experience in writing, and I'm not very knowledgeable. I have obvious shortcomings, and I can only write less than a thousand words in an hour.

I was very shocked and grateful when I read the comment area (I made up a lot of bad comments based on what I thought was not well written). Although I know that I am not worthy of virtue, I can't help being happy for the comments in the comment area.

Since I didn't dare to read the comments, I relied on my own review during this period to catch bugs. There must be omissions.

thank you all!