"I'll buy it for you if you want."

After his words, he knew that the five flavors in his heart were mixed.

He said it easily.

Don't ask her what happened to her or what she needed.

Money is indeed effective, but it is not what she wants most at the moment.

After a while, Zhimian said: "I'm not short of money. Now I have a manuscript for me to finish tonight, and I have to leave."

She insisted on doing this, and the man finally spoke:

"I'll send you back."

"No, no, no, no..." He is the protagonist tonight, so what's going on when he leaves, "Or I'll ask Brother Cheng Li to take me back."

"It's OK."

Duan Zhuo's fingertips curled down her palm and lowered his voice: "Let him take you home."

The words are full of profound meaning.

Something flashed through Zhimian's mind, and Zhuge Yu's teasing voice came from beside him: "Xiao Duan, you pull your girlfriend to whisper and show your love in public! It's too much!"

Many people watched it after hearing the sound.

Zhimian stood up and said to the man: "I'm leaving."

"Um."

She turned around and greeted the people present, and someone was surprised: "What's so anxious? Sister-in-law, please have two more drinks?"

She said, "No, there is something to do at work."

"Aren't you still going to school?"

"It's a part-time job."

"Oh, that's it..."

After Zhimian left, Zhuge Yu approached Duan Zhuo, "Did you abuse someone else's drinks and don't pay for living expenses? She still needs to go out to work part-time to make money?"

Duan Zhuo's cold eyes swept over, "What do you think?"

He thought about the money he had transferred to the girl's card in the past few months, but she didn't move. When he asked her, she said she had earned enough money.

Zhuge Yu touched his chin and smiled, "Your sister is so nice. I remembered my ex-girlfriends before, and I wish I could buy famous brands for them every day and squeeze my wallet dry. I really can't figure out what I encountered."

Duan Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth, "I can't figure it out?"

"What's the meaning?"

Sima Cheng came over and said, "There is a saying that birds of feathers gather together, and people share together."

Zhuge Yu: "Get out."-

Zhimian walked out of the hotel and saw that the black Bentley was waiting here. After getting in the car, she said back to Jiaoxing Chau, she leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the night view outside the window with her head tilted.

Furious thoughts.

Memories intertwined.

Before she knew it, she remembered that seven years ago, Lincheng was just an ordinary city, and its economy was just starting out and it was not as prosperous and gorgeous as it was.

That year—

She had just met Duan Zhuo.

It was the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school. His parents passed away. Zhimian, who was kicking around at the house of three relatives like he was kicked by a ball. He fled with the only 300 yuan he had lived under someone else's life for five years.

The luggage she brought out was only a few textbooks, a few summer clothes, her mother's favorite tea tasting book, and a small coral-shaped stone she brought back to her during an Antarctic scientific expedition.

She ran out, rushing around in this city alone, like a newborn calf, ignorant and fearless.

She felt that there would be no more humble and trembling days than before.

Even if she dies, she doesn't want to die at the homes of those relatives.

She couldn't afford to live in a hotel, so she walked to an old community and saw a rental information posted in front of the door of the house, so she immediately looked for it.

The landlord aunt saw that she was young at first, and she thought that the little kid came to play with her, so she gave her a piece of watermelon, "Children, hurry up and go home."

She hurriedly took out the folded money from her purse:

"Auntie, I have money!"

She raised her face and looked firm: "I want to rent it, I'll rent it for a month first, is it OK?"

She made up a lie and said that she was coming to Lincheng to find relatives. The relative had something to do in another place, so she gave her some money first and asked her to rent a house, and would pick her up after a while.

She rented a small room of twenty square meters, but she only had 300 yuan, and she didn't even have the money to rent it for the second month, and she didn't have the money to go to school.

She wanted to find a place to make money, but no one was willing to ask her, a minor labor force.

At that time, she was so poor that she only had twenty yuan left in her pocket and couldn't afford to eat. She didn't dare to go to the police, for fear of being sent back to her relative's house. In the end, she could only go begging.

She learned from the beggars on the overpass, took a cardboard and wrote about her experience.

Once she begged for a day and only ate one steamed bun. In the evening, she came to a night market street. There were many food stalls placed on the street by the road. She walked to a food stall with cardboard and asked softly.

I was too lazy to pay attention to the first few tables until a few young people in society, who were older than her, sat at one table, and half of the empty wine bottle was placed. When they heard her begging for them, they stopped talking to her.

One of the boys with red hair looked at her with a particularly logo, biting her cigarette and asked, "Little sister, tell me, how old are you?"

Zhimian looked at him as he was not very kind-looking and hesitated to change his words: "Aged 15."

The red-haired eyes narrowed, "Yeah, so young, I'm underage."

The younger brothers beside him laughed: "Don't our brother Dong likes young people?"

Zhimian stared at them in a daze, like a little deer meeting a group of jackals.

The red hair waved to her and asked her to come over and gave her money.

Zhimian noticed something was wrong, held the cardboard tightly, and suddenly regretted asking about this table, thinking quickly how to get out of it.

Red-haired is relentless, "Little sister, otherwise you and your brother will go home, I will give it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, a chopstick caught off guard and threw it on his face.

"Fuck me, who is the idiot!" Red hair covered her forehead with pain, turned to look at the table next to where the chopsticks came-

There were three boys sitting there.

On the far right, the boy closest to the road was wearing black short-sleeved shirts, work pants, and playing with a chopstick in his hand.

He leaned lazily in the plastic chair, his long legs spread apart without restraint, and he met the red-haired gaze and curled his lips:

"Sorry, I'm just throwing it away and just letting it down."

This apology is not sincere at all.

Seeing that he was so harsh, Red Hair pointed at him viciously, "Didn't it meant? Who the hell do you believe it? Say to your father--"

Unexpectedly, the second chopstick flew over again.

The boy dragged his voice and said "ah" with a slight bent corner of his mouth and smiled:

"Did you guess it was intentional this time?"

Redhead was furious and wanted to stand up and hit someone, but was stopped by the brother next to him. He didn't know what words "three people in the first grade" and "Duan Zhuo" were mentioned. Redhead immediately changed his face and did not dare to shout again.

The boy's face did not change and his eyes turned away. The girl who fell beside him raised her chin and opened her lazily:

"That kid—"

Zhimian was slightly stunned.

He is calling her?

"Pick up the chopsticks for me."

He said.

Zhimian reacted and bent down to pick up the chopsticks that had rolled down to her feet. He hesitated for a while, for fear that Red Hair would wait for her to cause trouble for her again, so he walked towards the boy.

When she walked to him, she looked at his face under the incandescent lamp more carefully.

Black hair and bright eyebrows, thin lips and straight nose, and distinct and ostentatious facial features.

It has a completely different temperament from the red-haired group of people.

Good to see... makes everything around you pale.

Zhimian handed him the chopsticks, noticed his slender and distinct knuckles, and remembered just now.

Why did he throw it so accurately...

The boy threw the chopsticks on the table at will, then noticed the cardboard in her hand, and looked at her:

"Begging from them just now?"

Zhimian was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.
To be continued...