That night, An Ran had insomnia again, and suddenly she felt that she missed Mi Xiaojia very much. Whenever she closed her eyes, Mi Xiaojia's face would be swaying in front of her.
He even felt that this was the soul-crushing feeling of lovesickness. Thinking of this, An Ran felt cold again and felt that he had taken the matter too seriously. He just didn't like not knowing about Mi Xiaojia when he wanted to find her.
The feeling of being there, that's all.
As for Mi Xiaojia, she had no idea that Anran was thinking about her day and night and was in despair. She originally wanted to go wandering, but somehow she returned to a home she didn't want and had to come back to take a look at.
Peng Hui heard the sound and opened the door, and when she saw it was Mi Xiaojia, she couldn't help but sarcastically ask why she came back to embarrass the world if she didn't die outside.
Mi Xiaojia pushed aside Peng Hui who was blocking her way and went straight to the bedroom where she used to live. She saw that there was a roomful of scrap metal piled up there, turning it into a typical small warehouse with no way to live in it.
Peng Huili looked at Mi Xiaojia's back and said harshly: "If it were me, I would be too embarrassed to come back even if I died outside. This is not a bus. You can come when you want and leave when you want!"
Mi Xiaojia remained silent. She pushed aside the things piled on the desk, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally found an old photo that was pressed at the bottom.
The photo is old and has become yellowed and even blurry. Even so, the woman in the photo still smiles gently at her. The woman is holding Mi Xiaojia, who is only one or two years old, in her arms. The little guy is smiling happily, showing only his front teeth.
of gums.
This was a photo she deliberately left at home as an excuse to hope that she would come back. There seems to be no need to have any nostalgia now, right?
Mi Dashun, who smelled of alcohol, was dragged to the bedroom by Peng Hui. He looked at Mi Xiaojia's busy back with drunken eyes, thinking it was Mi Xue, so he let out a loud shout: "How many times have I told you, no?
You are allowed to enter your sister’s room!!”
Mi Xiaojia heard the sound and looked back at the slovenly Mi Dashun. She went to Mi Dashun, and when she saw that Mi Dashun had a lot of white hair, she looked away and said coldly: "Look clearly, I'm not
Your sweet little girl!"
Mi Dashun shook his groggy head, and when he saw Mi Xiaojia's face clearly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He quickly darkened his face and said coldly: "If you die outside, don't come back again. I'll be annoyed when I see you!"
"Don't worry, I won't come back again. This time I'm here to get this thing." Mi Xiaojia said and deliberately handed the photo of her and her mother to Mi Dashun, smiling sarcastically: "Mom must have seen it back then.
The result is today, so this photo doesn’t have the corner where you stand.”
A look of embarrassment flashed across Mi Dashun's face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Get out and never come back again, I don't want to see you!"
"Very good, I just don't want to see you either. It's rare for us to reach a consensus." Mi Xiaojia sarcastically put the photo away and walked out of Mi's house with her luggage.
For so many years, she and Mi Dashun always quarreled every time they met, and after the quarrel they always had the same dialogue.
One said get out and the other said he would never come back. This might be the last time.
"You disobedient son, get out of here and don't go home even if you die outside!!" Mi Dashun rushed into the kitchen, picked up the iron pot and threw it behind Mi Xiaojia.
Mi Xiaojia heard the noise behind her and could avoid it if she wanted to.
