Considering that Yuan Jingshu needed a rest, everyone dispersed without finishing their thoughts. Rousseau was the last one to leave, and he hesitated to speak to Ruochu before leaving.
"When will you agree to my request?" He spit out the words he had been holding back all night. Ruochu couldn't help but sigh. He still had such a cool expression when asking someone to be his girlfriend, "It depends on my mood." He turned his head.
He raised his head high and said seriously.
"Well, I can't guarantee that I will accidentally tell the teacher about your matter someday." Rousseau whistled in his heart, waiting to see how anxious she was.
"You...you threatened me?" Ruochu really regretted telling him the secret of not taking the exam, but he was still very sure that he would keep it a secret for himself. For so many years, if he didn't have full trust, he wouldn't have told him the secret.
Ruo Qi could not tell him easily.
"Rousseau, let's go." Qin Bei put on his coat and walked over. He insisted on seeing Rousseau home in person, because it was getting late and Qin's house was on the mountain and there was no traffic. If he could send him back by himself, he could also see Rousseau on the way.
He is old, and the master and apprentice have a good temperament and can talk about everything together.
Just like that, Qin's house, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted.
Ruoqi appeared out of nowhere and asked very diligently to help Ruochu deliver the gifts she received to her room. Seeing the siblings go upstairs, Qin Nan also returned to his room.
The room that Ruochu and Ruoqi live in now is the room that Qin Nan and Qin Bei used to live in. The two children are opposite each other. Ruoqi often stayed in Ruochu's room when he was a child.
Just after returning to the room, Ruochu couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and dialed the number he had dialed countless times today. What he heard was still the tired and desperate female voice. He threw the phone on the bed in frustration.
Ruochu's body was then thrown up violently.
"Sister, who are you calling?" Ruoqi asked while admiring Ruochu's gifts one by one.
"Daddy Humbert." Ruochu replied lazily.
"Yes, nothing will happen to Daddy Humbert, right? He would come every time in the past, but you are so worried about his gift?" Ruoqi also suddenly put down the things in his hands and observed Ruochu
said with a look on his face.
"Don't talk nonsense, you little crow's mouth." Ruochu suddenly sat up, "Of course I miss his gift, don't you?" How could Ruo Qi understand that Daddy Humbert was in Ruochu's mind?
His position is not inferior to that of his parents at all. He represents warmth and tolerance. If there is anything that he cannot solve or cannot talk to his parents, he can always find a solution by talking to him. He is a teacher that he respects.
A trustworthy friend, she was always the first to show off to him when she got good grades to make him happy, and he treated her like his own daughter.
"That's true." Ruoqi scratched his head. The gift given to him by Daddy Humbert was also the reason why he looked forward to his birthday every year. He seemed to know what he needed better than others.
"By the way, sister, since you want it, why don't you go to him and ask for it yourself." Ruoqi suddenly thought of something and jumped to Ruochu's side, suggesting with stern eyes.
Ruochu glanced at Ruoqi helplessly, then shook his head, thinking that children just love to have whimsical ideas, but after thinking about it, he looked at Ruoqi again and found that he was still looking at her like that, and his mind began to race. He suggested
feasibility.
"You were once airmailed by your mother to participate in some competition. Aren't you staying at dad's house? You should be able to find it. Besides, you are an adult, an American, and your English is so good. If I were an adult..."
Qi reached out and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the bedside table, gnawing on it and analyzing it.
Ruoqi was still analyzing by herself, but Ruochu glanced at the bank card Qin Nan had handed her before on the desk, and suddenly an idea struck her.
"Brother, would you like to do me a favor?" This time it was Ruochu whose eyes were burning.
Ruoqi stopped chewing the apple and blurted out, "What's the benefit?"
"you say."
"I want a helicopter model." Ruoqi thought for a while and spoke his thoughts carefully.
"Okay." Ruochu didn't even blink.
"I want six channels." Seeing Ruochu agreeing so readily, he continued to make the request.
"Can."
"The engine needs to be level 50 or above..." Before he could finish speaking, Ruochu felt a bang on his head, "That's it."
"Deal." Ruoqi said loudly.
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Apartments in Xiaochuan, Washington.
Sunlight shines directly in from the window with half-closed curtains, and the smoke residue formed by the burning of the nicotine-tar mixture begins to dance crazily in the sun. Some empty beer cans that have been artificially squeezed and deformed are scattered on the ground, as well as two empty bottles of whiskey.
Although there was still some wine left in one of the bottles, because the bottle was lying on the floor, it completely flowed onto the carpet, soaking it and giving the whole room a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol.
A tall body was curled up in disheveled clothes on a sofa that was slightly narrow compared to his body. If others saw his cramped and uncomfortable posture, they would definitely feel tired for him, but this did not affect his deep sleep at all.
, you can tell from his steady breathing and slight snoring.
I don't know whether it was the unbridled direct sunlight or because he was awakened by a nightmare. He woke up with a start and suddenly wanted to straighten up. However, he had to lie back on the sofa again because of a splitting headache. He squeezed his temples with both hands.
After his eyes adjusted to the light, he stared blankly at the ceiling.
Hangover is really not a pleasant thing, especially for people of his age, but he has never cared about his age, has he? Do you really want him to bow to the years? No,
It's just that this body is suffering.
Maybe, I really have to think about this body in the future, after all, it has been with me for so many years.
He adjusted his posture slightly, tried to move his stiff limbs, and couldn't help but close his eyes lazily. The woman's words rang in his ears again.
"Humbert, we are really not suitable. We were not suitable from the beginning..." Damn it, we are not suitable. He jumped up, reached out to touch the cigarette case on the coffee table, crumpled all the empties into a ball, and then
He found that there was no cigarette left, and the smell of cigarettes in the air was teasing his addiction. He glanced at the empty wine bottles on the ground, squatted down and shook them one by one. Not a drop was left. He threw them away irritably and shook them.
I staggered to the bathroom, and kept slapping cold water on my cheeks before I finally regained consciousness.
He looked up at himself in the mirror, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were empty, his thick stubble had grown out, he looked messy and decadent, and he thought that last year, he had been named one of the top ten in the United States by some stupid popular magazine.
The sexiest ethnic minority man, Xiaochuan couldn't help but laugh at himself. Americans' aesthetics are really confusing. Monica didn't like him shaving before, saying he looked better like this.
Wild, he would laugh at her. If you like the wildness brought by hair, why don't you just find an animal? If you listen to her and don't shave, you will become an old man.
Monica was twenty years younger than him. When he picked her up from the bar, she was just a small actor on Broadway. At that time, he had entered his forties, and she was in her prime, but she just
Madly in love with her, in her words, he was a few years older than Ralph Fiennes in "The English Patient" and a few years younger than Kevin Costner in "Dances with Wolves". It was her
In my mind, the standard appearance of Prince Charming is that he becomes more handsome and refined as he gets older, so the two of them lived together like this for ten years.
Ten years is neither long nor short, but it is enough to make him believe that they may live like this for a lifetime. Maybe he does not love her, but it does not prevent him from developing a desire for affection and care for her, and this is also a long time after marriage.
It was cultivated slowly over a long period of time.
Although, until now, he is still not sure whether he loves her, but when she asked to leave, why did it feel like a piece of his heart was cut out alive? Is it just because of the inertia of emotion and because they are used to relying on each other?
?
He began to apply shaving cream to his chin and cheeks subconsciously.
For her, he spent almost all his money to invest in one independent film after another until she was discovered by a well-known director and was nominated for the most recent Golden Globe Award for Best Supporting Actress. So, she
She finally proposed to break up with him, and all she ever did to repay him was not to take away a penny of his property. For this, he didn't know if he should be grateful to her.
Accompanied by the hissing sound of the blade and the stubble due to the close contact, a handsome face gradually emerged. This was a face that definitely looked no more than forty years old. There were few people like him.
Similarly, the uninhibitedness revealed in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows matches the overall elegance so well, and few people can so successfully distinguish the right composure from the pure vicissitudes of life. Suddenly, for no reason, I hate the face in the mirror.
, he punched it with his fist, there was a crash, and blood spilled out.
Pain can make people wake up. He finally realized this now. He rushed to the living room in a few steps. After seeing the time on the clock on the wall, he slapped his head suddenly, growled "oh, my god", and used the fastest speed to
I changed my clothes as quickly as possible, picked up my coat in one hand, and carried the suitcase that had already been packed in the other hand and walked out the door.
The flight he booked had already left long ago. Due to the sudden blizzard, he didn't know when the next flight would be. And when he wanted to make a call, he found that because of his rush, his phone had been left at home or left behind.
Maybe it was in a bar, or maybe it was thrown to a homeless man on the roadside. Anyway, he couldn't remember clearly.
He just lost contact with everyone, and he actually felt relieved, but he felt a little regretful. It seemed that he was going to miss that important day, and he began to complain constantly that he shouldn't drink too much. He could imagine her disappointment, and she couldn't wait to
He flew over immediately and just said his blessing softly. His daughter, the eternal bright color in his life, is the color of hope.