Lou Xiche's expression was calm when he heard this. He glanced at Feixue outside. He was silent for a few seconds and then said: "No one can stop what you want to do."
What a brother, I really understand him. The next sentence he didn't say should be "No one can force you to do anything you don't want to do", right?
After Lou Heechul answered the call, he asked the man sitting in the presidential chair: "Axi, is there anything else you want to say?"
If it had been someone else, Lou Heche would have left directly, but who would have thought that the person in front of him was his brother? Frankly speaking, Lou Heche didn't like Zong Zhengxi who was so hesitant. Hesitation showed that he was rejecting this idea in his heart.
, being repulsive does not mean that he will not do it.
Shangrou, Shangrou, this woman, Lou Heche didn't really understand. In his opinion, there was no difference between a proud girl from heaven and a decent girl from a good family, an ugly girl, they were just female creatures.
"Heechul, now I'm thinking, if I could be like you, it would actually be great."
Zong Zhengxi stood up for a long time and walked to Lou Xiche's side with his hands behind his back. The two were similar in height, but their eyes were very different.
Lou Heechul declined to discuss such hypothetical topics.
There are two types of topics, meaningful and meaningless. How could his good friend say such worthless things?
Frowning his eyebrows slightly, Lou Heche inexplicably remembered the saying "love makes people blind".
"That's all, Heechul, you can go too. I hope I will never regret the path I chose."
Lou Xiche nodded and left after hearing this, ignoring Zong Zhengxi's upset. He was not a psychiatrist. He had never learned how to heal people, and he didn't want to learn. However, if Axi needed it, he could help.
That guy Ning Zisu called over.
Lou Heche's boots were thick and he took an umbrella and walked into the snow.
When passing by the violet flower path, his eyes inadvertently focused and he caught a glimpse of the violet flowers covered by white snow.
Lowering his body and pushing aside the layer of snow on the tiny flowers, Lou Heche saw that the withered life was still guarding its unique charm in the winter.
When he saw her that day, she was picking flowers here, right?
Flower picker...
Looking at the palm of my hand again, I saw a withered flower with a root attached to it.
Stand up and see a row of neat footprints, with a constant distance of 75 centimeters between adjacent footprints.
The man covered in ice disappeared into the white world.
The wind enters the dream.
Wearing a thick cotton velvet knee-length cloak, Jian Su leaned against Shi Qianqian and slept soundly.
Pangpang was afraid of the cold and had long since hid beside a hot stove. Shi Qianqian would occasionally pat Jian Su's little face, trying to make her wake up.
Jian Su rubbed Shi Qianqian's shoulder like a cat, making no sound.
"Really...how come there is a girl like you? On a snowy day, isn't it better to sleep in the house than to be cold outside?" Shi Qianqian muttered, but Jian Su never heard it.
Jian Su had a dream.
In the dream, the cold wind howled, and her mother hugged her and sat on the sofa in the dilapidated apartment. She looked very sad between her eyebrows, "Susu, what should I do, mother?"
The little Jian Su only knew how to laugh and had no idea what her mother was worried about.
"Susu, mother, please find a father for you. Otherwise, what will happen to mother's baby Susu in the future?"
The little girl happily kissed her mother, her little eyes bright and bright.
Xia Qianmo smiled helplessly and hugged her daughter tightly, "Susu, promise mother that you will always be so happy, okay?"
At that time, what the young girl thought was the easiest multiple-choice question to answer, but in the years to come, it became the other side that was difficult to reach in her life journey.
She promised 'yes', but she couldn't do it.
Xia Qianmo was painting in front of the desk while holding her daughter in her arms.
A necklace on the painting slowly took shape, stroke by stroke, exquisite and luxurious.
"Susu, you are unique to my mother, so my mother wants to create a unique necklace for Susu that only belongs to you."
The little girl didn't love jewelry. At that time, she only loved her mother. Unfortunately, she couldn't understand the sadness in her mother's eyes.
"Susu, tell mom, which number is your favorite?"
"Mom likes it..." The little girl grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes and lowered her head shyly.
Xia Qianmo pursed her lips, then held her daughter on her lap and sat down, "You like what mom likes, right?"
"Yeah." Little Jian Su nodded vigorously.
"Okay, Mommy's favorite number is 7, Su Su needs to remember it, okay?"
"7, Susu remembers it."
"This is mom and Susu's little secret, so when others ask, Susu don't tell them, okay?"
"Just tell my mother." Xiao Susu hugged her mother's neck, and her fair face was beginning to show beauty.
Xia Qianmo patted her daughter on the shoulder and completed the last few strokes of the painting.
The scene began to change, and Jian Su saw her ailing mother lying on the bed, lifeless.
"Mom, mom, don't leave Susu..."
Jian Su, who was in her early teens, cried heartbrokenly, but Xia Qianmo only smiled faintly and did not make any promises to her.
"Mom, Susu doesn't like this family. Susu only likes her mother, wuwu..."
Later, when she cried like this again, her mother didn't even say "Mom will never leave you."
"Susu, come here, mom has something to give you."
The last scene of this complete dream was when Xia Qianmo coughed up blood and put the necklace she designed by herself on Jian Su's neck, and told her, "Su Su, this necklace belongs to you alone, don't give it to
Anyone else, did you hear that clearly?"
"Clear..." Jian Su wiped away a lot of tears with the back of her hand, feeling very sad.
"Susu, remember your mother's favorite number. You won't forget it, right?"
"right."
"Mom will always love you, but my baby, I'm sorry, mom...can't accompany you anymore."
…
There was a dull pain in her head, and Jian Su felt that she couldn't lift up with any strength in her body. When Shi Qianqian tried to push her for the last time, she opened her eyes unexpectedly and her forehead felt weak.
"Nizi, are you okay? That's enough. Come inside with me quickly. It's freezing to death up here. I don't want to stay here anyway."
Jian Su let Shi Qianqian lead her around in a daze. It wasn't until she was pushed into the warm bedroom that she felt a little alive.
She raised her hands gently. Jian Su looked at her gray palms and unconsciously rubbed her forehead.
Shi Qianqian observed her every move, and kept shouting in her heart: Did this girl take the wrong medicine again?
Pangpang jumped onto Jian Su's hand, but then felt it was too cold, so he jumped away again.
Fortunately, there was sufficient heating in the room, so Shi Qianqian became much more lively after staying there for just a few minutes. As for Jian Su, she had a hand on her neck at the moment, and she didn't know what she was grabbing.
When Shi Qiuyang came over and called the two of them to go down to eat, Jian Su had not yet fully woken up from the dream she had had earlier.
"7..."
She recited this number, and because it was silent, no one noticed her doubts.
Shi Moran has returned to the Shi family. The parents of the Shi family are not here, so the four people of the younger generation are eating at the same table.
Unlike Shi Qianqian and Shi Qiuyang, who were talking and laughing, Shi Moran was so dull at the dinner table that he didn't say a word. This was also a sign of good education, but it was a pity that Shi Qianqian led him into countless twists and turns.
After the simplicity, now I feel that this is too uncomfortable.
"One for each, let's eat." Shi Qiuyang, who regarded himself as a good brother, gave Jian Su and Shi Qianqian a chicken wing each.
There were only two fat wings in this plate of hibiscus chicken wings. Now he had to share them out. Of course, the other two could only eat other things.
Jian Su said thank you. Regardless of whether Shi Qiuyang understood it or not, he could guess it anyway.
Shi Qianqian, on the other hand, spooned out two braised lion heads for Jian Su, taking up a large part of Jian Su's bowl. "Eat more, Nizi. Only when you gain weight can I feel accomplished."
"It's so pitiful that you still need this little girl to fulfill your sense of accomplishment." Shi Qiuyang laughed at his sister.
"I want you to take care of the meal." Shi Qianqian was also rude to her brother.
Shi Moran frowned and said, "Qianqian, please be careful and don't let others think you have no IQ or EQ."
Jian Su didn't laugh because Shi Moran said it too seriously.
Shi Moran stood up suddenly and left quickly, leaving only three people at the dining table.
"Why is sister acting weird?" Shi Qianqian looked at the direction Shi Moran left for a while without knowing why.
Shi Qiuyang spread his hands and said, "Politicians are always so complicated, so don't mess with such people."
"Forget it, forget about this and let's eat." Shi Qiuyang immediately gave the order.
With a 'bang' sound, Shi Moran's bedroom door was slammed shut.
After the meal, Shi Qianqian and she went back to their rooms respectively. Jian Su locked the door and took out the necklace around her neck.
"7, really?"
It is a simple necklace with a simple meaning. You can’t tell what material it is made of, but the design of this chain is indeed particularly exquisite.
Observing the necklace back and forth, Jian Su tried to find the 'secret' mentioned by His Excellency the Vice President.
Mom... what secret will she hide in this necklace?
Looking left and right, I didn't think there was anything weird about it! After a while, Jian just lay down on the bed, not looking serious at all.
The room was dark, so she turned on a desk lamp, which made the room feel warmer.
Turning over at a certain moment, she grabbed the chain in her hand, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a ray of orange light hitting the pendant of the chain, and then projected a shape on the wall above the bed.
…
Lou Heche put the wilted flowers he had picked up on the table, and the room became silent.
When someone knocked on the door, he subconsciously swept the flower away, and then answered: "Come in."
"Your Excellency Minister, you need to check the urgent documents in person." The soldier in green uniform saluted and reported his purpose.