19.

I got up at 8 o'clock in the morning. The habit of staying in bed that I developed since childhood. Even when I was in such a hurry, I could not give her a little sense of urgency.

She woke up in the bed for a while, jumped out of the bed, and ran downstairs with disheveled faces.

As he walked, he shouted, "Big brother...brother...brother..."

The whole person is like a wild rabbit that has broken away, and his image is lost. If Lu Jixing is at home now, he will definitely ask her to stand up and turn back to wear shoes. His mother Youjia will probably sigh with gloating. No matter how beautiful the little girl appears, it is a big disaster scene! What about the second brother? If she was a child, she would definitely pick her up and throw her back to the room. Now she might help her take her shoes over and scold her for being reckless. The eldest brother has always liked to hold her, and even the sister she loves, he can't let him do excessive spoiled behavior. But if he sees his sister appearing like this, he will definitely frown and remind him not to fall.

This is an awkward way of pampering, but compassion is a habit.

If it was Song Yi... he would probably bring his own boyfriend filter and think... he is so cute!

In short, I will not be scolded, and no one can bear to scold her.

Such a scene is rare. Her slow-tempered temperament rarely has such lively and passionate moments. It is still quite novel when she breaks out of control once. Unfortunately, there is no audience, and everyone is not in the living room.

However, it can be seen that Song Yi's position in her heart is much more precious than the doll that must be held every night - and cannot sleep without hugging.

The aunt came out of the kitchen and didn't think she was inappropriate. She replied with a calm smile, "Yaozhi went to run in the morning. Why did she go downstairs barefoot? Go put on her shoes, it's cold on the ground!"

Lu Jixing once laid the floor into a carpet. At that time, Meng Zhi was still young, and he was always afraid that she would fall. All the furniture had edges and corners, and the floor was laid with a carpet... Every corner of the house felt... a round feeling.

As the only sober person in the family, Youjia let out a shocking voice: "Oh my God! As expected, no matter how much money you have, you can't stand the squander. Does this comrade have a mine in your family?"

There is no mine, but there are treasures.

So take good care of yourself.

It was too troublesome to clean the carpet, and it was very expensive to hand it over to a professional cleaning company. In the end, Youjia couldn't bear it and evacuated it all, so the floor was finally lucky to reveal its true nature.

Who hasn't gone crazy about love?

When love is full of nowhere to bloom, you can always struggle hard, no matter what kind of love it is.

So from this perspective, Mercy's occasional impulse and irrationality may be genetic!

Minzhi, who was frantically tracing the blame, felt that his thoughts were fine at all.

Love makes people crazy.

·

Minzhi gave the contact information to the eldest brother last night, and now he regrets it no matter how he thinks. As a brother, the eldest brother is naturally good at everything, but when it comes to getting along with others, he is really cold and stubborn. He doesn't seem to agree with her and Song Yi very much. Although he didn't say it, Minzhi could feel it.

This made her feel a little uneasy, although she couldn't say where the uneasy came from.

So when I woke up, I had a bad intuition. I always felt that he wanted to secretly meet Song Yi with her back. I always felt that he wanted to inhumanely threaten and intimidate Song Yi...

I heard my aunt say this and I feel a little more awake.

It's still early! It's still early...

She whispered "oh", patted her chest, suddenly felt relieved, rubbed her hair, and went back to the stairs to wash.

The weather this weekend is very good, neither lukewarm nor hot, and the temperature and humidity are appropriate. I don’t know if it’s because of the beginning of autumn, it even started to get a little cold in the morning.

Minzhi brushed his teeth and washed his face, and sent a message to Song Yi, asking him what he was doing now.

He is probably at work or studying. Although he always seems unreliable, he is actually very serious in everything he does. No matter what he does, he will definitely strive for perfection. He is picky and harsh as a perfectionist, and he is to himself and others.

Not for compassion.

It is impossible to be harsh on compassion, and it is impossible to be harsh in this life. Even if he watches her lazy and distracts the reflex arc for a long time, he often goes blankly and occasionally gets disconnected... he has no objection.

Love makes people irrational.

Don't worry about him, fuck it sane.

He didn't reply to her, and rolled on the bed boredly for a while before going downstairs.

The aunt prepared the meal, and the second brother was feeding the cat - a litter of kittens left before Dabai's death.

A noble Persian born next door, and everyone expressed their sincere sighs about Dabai's age and still so romantic. The owner of the Persian family was a young couple, and he was about to cry in sorrow. After seeing five Persia born in a row, he almost fainted.

I can't afford to raise one.

It's a disaster.

Men are all big pig's hooves, whether they are humans or cats.

Then he didn't dare to slacken at all and went to sterilize.

Out of the mentality of responsibility - no, it's cat control -, Yu Jia happily brought all the five back amid the young couple's gratitude and tears.

Oh, I forgot to say that Dabai is a long-haired black cat of unknown breed. The Persia next door is a purebred Persia. Their children have cow colors, a small gray, a black cat with white paws, and a white cat with black ears. The most amazing thing is that there is also an orange cat. Although it is fat but not lazy, it is free from the impure-bred orange cat that loves to move and is picky about food. It is probably because of its genetic mutation! Anyway, there is no pure black and white.

He was afraid that Lu Jixing would disagree with him when he just brought him back, so he hid in the cat room timidly. When Lu Jixing found out, he frowned. His mother's tears rolled in her eyes and protested silently. Then his father suddenly hugged his mother and raised him. If you say you want to raise him, let alone five, fifty ones are fine.

Look, a crying child can raise a cat, and being arrogant with favor is really a word that gathers supreme wisdom, and... love is really irrational!

In any case, Lu Jixing felt that this was a worthwhile thing just because this little kid made his mother not feel overly sad because of Dabai's death.

Sometimes I envy my parents. It is not easy to meet my lifelong lover when I was young.

At that time, I was young and didn’t know how to love and was easily hurt.

How lucky you are to hold hands all the way, never hesitate, never wander, never look around.

Mengzhi also longed for such love, but she was protected by her brother too well since she was a child, which led to her no chance to make mistakes.

Who doesn’t make mistakes?

Even saints make mistakes.

Minzhi also wants to make mistakes. She has been living smoothly since she was a child. She rarely has excessive demands, so she rarely wants to get what she wants.

This is good, but it is also bad.

She felt.

·

Lu Yaozhi wrapped the band around his hands, like a surgeon patiently wrapping the bandages, stacking them densely layer by layer, perfect to impeccable.

This is the Minqian Hall, a private sports hall, and my uncle's masterpiece. As an important witness to the excessive capitalism, it has stood here for more than ten years. Its magnificence and majesty have made countless people stand up and look up to it, thinking that this is an amazing club or private collection hall, but in fact it is just a private sports hall.

It is not open to the public, so it always seems desolate and quiet. Only cleaning staff and venue administrators come regularly to check for maintenance and cleaning regardless of weather. Apart from this, there is no popularity.

When I was a child, Minzhi also practiced piano here. She liked empty houses. It was best to have no decoration. The four empty walls were cement-colored. The walls were preferably unpainted and mottled. There were pianos in the middle, the windows were open, and flowers were planted outside, and flowers were white and red. The sunlight was cast from the panes and cast a golden trace on the ground. When the weather was particularly good, you could even see golden dust floating slowly in the air.

She was very harsh when she was a child and had a meticulous pursuit of the romance she understood. This may be a child's unnecessary delusion for ordinary families. It's just a pretentious thing to be done with just a beat. It's so pity that someone will help her arrange what she wants unless it cannot be realized.

So in addition to fitness equipment, plastic tracks, ball venues, indoor swimming pools, video game rooms..., there is also a huge empty room, mixed with black technology, sixteen traceless windows, each four are combined, open at different time periods to ensure that the sunlight can pass through the windows during the sunrise and sunset all day. The flowers around the room are always in full bloom, and each withering has another replacement.

Minzhi is a person who is popular for three minutes and has strange ideas every day. She only visited here for about two years and then never came again. For her, her love for something for more than two months has become an extraordinary love. Two years has been long enough.

This place is permanently preserved as an important witness to her youth.

He came here before, but since he worked, it seemed like dust was covered with dust, showing a trace of desolation.

——Even though the glass door is still as smooth as new, the blankets laid on the floor are almost dusty, and all kinds of equipment are not dusty and worn out due to neglect use.

Lu Yaozhi slowly looked up at the person in front of him. He had always been a stingy smile, with a serious and cold face, especially when facing someone he didn't like so much, the air conditioning pressure on his body could radiate within ten miles.

He spoke slowly: "I heard you've punched me, let's try it together!"

He threw a pair of boxing gloves into the other party's hand.

The sound appears a bit distant and ethereal through the high and wide space.

Bang, it seemed like the gunshot before the long-distance running of the sports meeting meant a command, announcing the start of the competition.

This is not a competition, it is just a contest between two men.

The light and shadow are mottled, weak and swaying.

The sun is not strong today, and it is also very comfortable when the breeze blows.

But here, at this moment, the air seemed to be burning, the war drums sounded, and the solemn and solemn sound covered the earth, without shouting for killing, but the sword seemed to have been raised.

After a moment of silence, Song Yi raised his hand and took off his glasses. His pupils slightly locked the target. His eyes were black and white, like a solidified statue, and his expression was frozen into a silent and cold posture. There was a slight fever and restlessness in it. He took off his coat and slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tight muscled forearm.

He said, "Okay!"

Some things are like scars, which will fade slowly over time. After years, they are covered or hidden by new flesh, but the traces will never disappear. They no longer hurt, and even become tougher than elsewhere, but cannot be stared at. The pain of being hurt and the hideous appearance of bleeding will slowly crawl out of the depths of memory as the eyes and scars collide. It is still terrifying and dazzling, even more so.

"Have you investigated me?" Song Yi fisted to protect his head, his eyes sharp as a knife, and cut straight through.

The sound of breaking the wind followed, Lu Yaozhi did not give him time to react, his fist was already approaching the door, Song Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively turned his head to one side instinctively.

The deviation was a few seconds after a few seconds, and his fists rubbed past his face, and the vigorous muscle strength was as strong as the essence.

Before he could finish, he was defeated and slashed sideways. Song Yi squatted down wrongly, and his knees hit his heart hard. He groaned, feeling a mouthful of blood blocking his heart.

Lu Yaozhi gave him a breath of time and took a step back.

"Yes." He answered Song Yi's question in a straight tone, and he seemed like an indifferent machine that could only fight. "Everything, including the matter of your stay."

There was no interrogation, no blame, no even anger, nothing in the voice.

Song Yi touched his heart with his hand, and the pain made his limbs twitch. His ribs seemed to be broken, but he could clearly feel it, but there was no.

Lu Yaozhi's sense of proportion and control reached a terrible level.
To be continued...