"I've obviously seen you... I've seen it several times... You can't hide for long... Come out... Don't you hate me? If you hate me, come out and deal with me. Follow me like you did before.
If I go against you, you can hit me or scold me... Come out..."
The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, the surrounding vision was blurred, and the howling wind drowned out all his screams. God looked at the cries of mortals with contempt and remained indifferent.
Later, he was tired of shouting and his voice became hoarse: "Yan Xixi... come out..."
"Please, come out quickly... As long as you come out, I will never be separated from you again... No matter how big things happen, I will never be separated from you again..."
"Really, Yan Xixi, I beg you... come out... As long as you come out, I would rather give up everything now... I know that you hated me for disappearing at every turn, so you want to take revenge on me. This
This time, just to make me anxious... Yes, I am indeed scared, anxious to death... Yan Xixi, please come out, I have learned my lesson, I have had enough..."
"It's not fair... I used to do it because I had no choice, but no matter what, I would give you information and clues... What about you? Damn damn girl, you don't give me any news... I don't even look at WeChat anymore...
Yan Xixi, please...come out...please, as long as you come out, I promise you that I will listen to you no matter what in the future, and I will never leave you again..."
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As long as she was willing to show up, he thought, as long as he caught her, even if he tied her up, he would never let her break free again.
However, there is only the whistling of the wind in my ears, and there is only this empty room with a handful of dust. How can there be any trace of Yan Xixin?
He was holding a wine bottle, his eyes were blood red, and he was walking around with an extremely terrifying expression.
He was still muttering to himself: "Damn girl, if I catch you, you will definitely die this time..."
Yan Xixi drove to find Huang's father.
She arrived early, and it was not yet noon when she arrived. Huang's father was already arranging various vegetables. When he saw her, he was very happy: "Xixi, come in and warm yourself up."
She took a big bag of stuff.
Tea, wine, various odds and ends, vegetables, fruits, dry food, etc.
Father Huang took a look and said, "Xixi, why did you buy so many things again?"
"Li Zhen gave me a bag of tea brought from China. It's very good. Uncle, please try it."
She boiled water herself and made two cups of steaming tea. Suddenly, the room was filled with fragrance.
Lao Huang took the tea cup, took a sip, and sighed: "As expected, I still have to get tea from my hometown."
Yan Xixi was very interested: "Uncle, let me help you."
"Okay, let's have a hearty lunch today."
The two chatted and laughed happily, just like father and daughter. No one mentioned the painful past events in the past. They were drifting in a foreign country, always thinking about the pain of the past, and it was really impossible to live this life.
Yan Xixi knew that Dad Huang needed to forget more than himself.
Even if you are heartbroken, you must pretend that you have forgotten everything.
Several times, she saw Dad Huang getting distracted while frying crispy pork. The oil splashed and burned his hands, but he didn't notice it at all.
She knew that Huang's mother was an expert at fried pork. When she was in college, Huang Xiaojue would bring a large bag of dried salt-and-pepper pork back to school every time she went home on weekends. Students were greedy, and the two of them were often so cold.
