"Why you? Tell me, why you?" The fishy feeling suddenly surged in his throat, as if something was stuck there. Although his strength was drained, he still asked loudly.
Just a few minutes ago, her father was taken away by the police from the Commercial Crime Division. But the man who stood in front of the pastor and had just sworn an oath to her was as calm as a mirror, smooth and unable to reflect any emotions. For her
When asked, his silence was already the best answer.
The sun shines through the stained glass of the church and falls on her white wedding dress, making her face as red as blood.
After a moment of silence, his indifferent voice instantly shattered the lingering expectations in her heart, "Roxi, you are too naive."
His facial features disintegrated little by little in front of her, and finally turned into countless fragments and dissipated in the bright light...
"Don't go!" She sat up suddenly from the bed.
It’s this dream again!
Four years later, she still often dreams about the scene on her wedding day. To her, time seems to still stand still, even though her life has been turned upside down.
Luo Xi patted her forehead. The obvious lack of sleep made her weak. She reached for the cup, but it was already empty.
The bedside was piled with materials for this new book, so much that there was no place to put her feet. She jumped up and down to find a "survival path" to the kitchen.
The refrigerator was filled with mineral water. She picked up a bottle and opened the lid, raised her neck and drank most of it. The cold feeling passed through her throat, followed by a clever feeling from head to toe.
It's not that she doesn't know that cold water is bad for the body, but without some stimulation, she can't really wake up.
Luo Xi was still considering whether to drink the remaining half, when the sound of turning the key on the door lock came, followed by the earth-shaking roar of a Hedong lion, "Man Xiaohua, get out of here."
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Calling her by her pen name, it seemed that the other party was really angry.
"Ah?" Luo Xi showed half of his face from the kitchen, with half-squinted eyes and dark circles, squinting lazily like a cat, as if he would never wake up.
"Tomorrow is the deadline for submission, do you know it or not?" Xia Yue raised the magazine in her hand and threw it on the coffee table, along with the hot breakfast.
"I know." She walked out of the kitchen in small steps, sat down on the sofa and began to enjoy her free breakfast. Halfway through the meal, she said to Xia Yue with her mouth stuffed with steamed buns: "Isn't there still one day?"
"What about your manuscript?" Xia Yue opened her five-finger mountain and stretched it out.
Luo Xi stuffed another piece of steamed bun into her mouth and tried to change the subject, "This steamed bun...ummm...it's so delicious."
"Luo Xi, forget it if you choke to death, I've had enough of this kind of life!" Xia Yue ravaged the panda pillow in her arms, "Can you be a little bit successful, just once, just once, can you not delay the manuscript? Your family's
The threshold is almost leveled by me. I wish I could grow a pair of hands to draw for you. Please, ancestor, eldest lady, dear, can you be so inspired that one day you can also let me taste the happiness of getting the original manuscript in advance?
Feeling?"
Luo Xi drank her porridge and deliberately made a loud noise.
On the submission day every month, Xia Yue would be nagging like a mantra for half an hour. This may be a common problem of being an editor, because the painter in charge cannot submit the manuscript in time, and if the manuscript is not submitted, it cannot be printed.
, the printing house also urged them, but they had to treat the responsible painter kindly and kindly.
However, Luo Xi is not worried. Although she has never handed in the manuscript in advance, and has never delayed Xia Yue's important events, as a popular cartoonist of B&G, she is still very professional. Xia Yue is complaining here,
It's nothing more than scolding and venting the pent-up feelings in my heart.
When Xia Yue left, Luo Xiyan flipped through the magazine she put on the coffee table. Under the magazine was a copy of today's newspaper. With such a big-hearted personality, she even bought the Military News as the morning newspaper.
On the cover of the front page, there are several prominent words, "The Central Military Commission has awarded the Supreme Commander of the Army Special Forces..."
Staring at the large-format photo, it was a warm olive green.
The picture only captures an unclear profile. In the dusk and morning light, those eyebrows, eyes, and bridge of the nose give off an eye-catching heroic spirit. They are more stable and profound than the day they first met.
It turns out that he was awarded a medal yesterday, and he must have made some great achievements.
In the past four years, he has been able to make all the changes, and his position has risen as fast as a rocket, but she has always been the one who stood there and looked up at his height. She could not reach such a high and humble position.
Luo Xi stared at the newspaper in a daze for a while, then suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom.