After repeated confirmation, dismantling the radical capital of each word and reorganizing it several times, Zhou Jinheng had to admit that there was indeed the word "can't" in front of "forgive".
It took only a few seconds for him to change from unwilling to believe to panic. He typed a few words and then deleted them. He didn't organize the words to send them back and forth a few times, but he first received a third message from Xiao Huixia: Everyone is different, I can't stand deception the most, maybe his bottom line is not here [Doraemon smiles]
Zhou Jinheng was stunned, the fingers that were flying flexibly just now hung stiffly above the screen.
You are him, and his bottom line is your bottom line.
Really... can't forgive
Yi Hui, who was lying on the bed, waited and waited with his phone in his arms. He didn't wait for Dora Hem's reply. He was a little anxious. He went back to the chat just now and began to reflect on whether his tone was too heavy.
But he didn't want to lie and deceive people, and he also emphasized that it was his own idea, and it shouldn't be a blow to Dora Hem, right
Just as he was struggling to say something else, Dora Hem finally sent a reply: Then I promise to treat him well in the future and not let him suffer any grievances
Seeing this line of words, Yi Hui walked away. This is the first time that he has been treated as an object of conversation. He wants to try his best to comfort the other party and put himself in his shoes. It is inevitable that he will link the troubles encountered by the other party with his own experience.
nice to me? Don't let me suffer a little more grievance
After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head and denied it. How could he be nice to me? At the time, I didn't feel wronged, I was willing.
After thinking about it again, Yi Hui replied with positive energy: Try it out, I hope it will always be reserved for those who are prepared! [come on]
The next day was Jiang Yimang's birthday. Yi Hui got up early in the morning and went to the city to buy ingredients. He was afraid that they would not be fresh. Fruits, milk, eggs, and even the tools for making cakes were all bought right now.
On the way back, he carried a large bag and a small bag and walked forward with difficulty. He got off the bus and just transferred the bag containing the tools to his shoulders, intending to lighten the burden on his hands. He walked to the exit and met a staff dressed up. The person who was there couldn't help but put a trolley for him, and also diligently helped him sort out his luggage and put it on the trolley.
Hearing that this is a convenient service launched by the station, Yi Hui was still flattered: "This small cart is also very good, I will return it when I bring my things home."
The staff member waved his hand open-mindedly: "No, this car is for you."
Surrounded by goodwill, Yi Hui walked back home feeling dizzy as he stepped on cotton. He flipped the trolley over and looked at it, and then went to the shopping website to enter the brand query. Every passenger with heavy luggage sends a trolley, this station must go bankrupt, right
The more Yi Hui thought about it, the more worried he became about the station. After making the cake, he sent it to Aunt Qiu's oven, and immediately went out to return the cart. When I arrived at the station, I couldn't see the staff member. I ran to the service desk to ask. The person there said that the station did not provide trolley service, and asked him if he remembered wrongly.
Touching his head and walking out of the station, Yi Hui had doubts about his memory for the first time since his rebirth.
Originally wanted to leave the trolley at the station for passengers in need, but the station refused to accept it. Yi Hui had no choice but to push it back.
On the way through the vegetable market, I bought some vegetables by the way. Today's market stall owners are also very enthusiastic. Buy one fish and get one free, buy a catty of shrimp for one catty, and buy a few stalks of onion and garlic, and they were all given a heavy piece of ginger. Stuffing it into his cart, he said with a smile: "How can you make fish without ginger to get rid of the fishy smell."
Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, although it was impossible to say specifically, but Yi Hui always felt that something was not right, as if there were a pair of invisible hands behind his back to control and affect his life.
But time waits for no one, and there is no time to delve too much into it, so Yi Hui concentrated on making the cake.
Making cakes is one of the few skills he has learned in a previous life and is one of the few skills he is proud of. The reason for learning it, Yi Hui simply ignored it, and only recalled the process of laughing and crying when learning to make cakes. The laughter was caused by a lot of mistakes and funny things, and the cake that failed to make a cake would like to go around the earth. It was because of the cake he had gone through so hard to make that no one else had tasted except himself.
However, this time was different. The birthday star Jiang Yimang was extremely supportive. He finished his homework at school and rushed home to eat cake after school. Jiang Xuemei also came back from get off work early and cooked a table of dishes. Next door, Uncle Qiu and Aunt Qiu brought two The baby went to the door to congratulate, and the small living room was crowded.
Before it was completely dark, the lights inside and outside Jiang's house were turned off. The cat-shaped cake with blue as the main color was lit with lit digital candles. Jiang Yimang clasped his fingers in the candlelight to make a wish and opened his eyes. Shi puffed up his cheeks and blew it in front of him, and the candle with the number 17 was extinguished. Everyone applauded and congratulated the Jiang family for having a young girl, wishing her peace and happiness, and the longer she grew, the more beautiful she was.
In this happy and peaceful atmosphere, Jiang Yimang didn't forget to lend his birthday to himself, looking at Yi Hui expectantly: "Brother, I have a wish, can you promise me first?"
Duke Shouxing is the biggest, so how could Yi Hui refuse. After getting the approval, Jiang Yimang's eyes began to light up again: "In the future, on your wedding day, I will be a bridesmaid... Even the best man, I also have to follow the whole process exclusively, only I can shoot, okay?"
Yi Hui was still blindfolded, and Aunt Qiu, who was beside him, interjected with a smile, "Your brother is still young, so your brother and little girl just want to go this far?"
Jiang Xuemei also smiled: "Marriage? Your brother has two doors and two doors, so if you have time to worry about it, why don't you introduce him to someone first."
Jiang Yimang patted his chest and said, "No problem, wrap it on me!"
It was someone else's birthday, but Yi Hui was happier than anyone else. In the evening, Jiang Yimang said that he wanted to eat another cake, so he went downstairs and cut a piece and sent it to her room, along with a gift.
It is a portrait, in which the girl turns her head unexpectedly, her bright face is surrounded by flowers and sunlight, she smiles lightly, and a shy red that only belongs to a girl is flying from the end of her raised eyes.
How could Jiang Yimang not see that it was him, he held the small painting and looked at it for a while, two lines of tears rolled down his face, making Yi Hui jump up in fright, hurriedly grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears, and asked. Did she draw badly, and said she would take it back and repaint it.
Jiang Yimang pressed the frame in his arms and refused to let go. He shook his head like a rattle, and said with a twitch, "It's beautiful, it's so beautiful, I just learned today that I look so good-looking."
Yi Hui was puzzled: "Then why are you crying?"
"I used to treat you badly. I bullied you and didn't like to talk, always troubled you, and said bad things about you to my mother... You, you never cared about me, and you complained about virtue, and painted me so beautifully, woo-brother me I am so sorry."
After hearing the second half, Yi Hui finally figured out what was going on.
Thinking of the insignificant dislike he felt from Jiang Yimang when he first took over this body, it was not difficult for Yi Hui to guess how the brother and sister got along in the past.
When the whole family moved back then, the one who was most affected was the young Jiang Yimang, who was obviously the youngest in the family who needed the most care, but for the sake of saying goodbye to his hometown and his affectionate friends, he came to this unfamiliar town, even though she Without mentioning it, the seeds of "I'm not valued" were planted in her heart long ago.
One of the brothers and sisters is not good at words and the other is resentful. No one has taken the initiative to take that step over the years. If it wasn't for Yi Hui wearing Jiang Yihui's body and breaking the ice by accident, the two might have remained silent all day long as before, one continued to find faults and nitpicks, and the family atmosphere continued to be in a peaceful state. In a subtle state where the smell of gunpowder is hidden.
"Okay, darling, don't cry anymore." Yi Hui himself is a crybaby, and has no experience in coaxing others. For a while, Jiang Yimang's head patted her back, "Don't cry, brother will draw you in the future. more beautiful."
Hearing this, Jiang Yimang burst into tears: "It's too fake to be more beautiful, it's like stacking 18 layers of filters, I like realism." He clapped the painting in his hand, "Hey, like this."
Yi Hui has heard the word "filter", and it is commonly used by girls in the rice circle.
In the evening, I posted the photo of the cake on Weibo, and after getting some exaggerated praise from Dora Hem, Yi Hui felt a little embarrassed, holding the phone and replying: How can it be so beautiful, your filter is too thick [Doraemon] Smile]
Doraemon: Really, it's beautiful and delicious.
Yi Hui smiled and narrowed his eyes: It's the same as if you've eaten it before [haha]
There was no quick reply from the other side, and it seemed to consider it for a while: I hope to have the opportunity to eat it in the future.
When Yi Hui was joking, he also replied in a playful manner: In the future, if you come to play, I will make it for you to eat.
Dora Hem: The screenshot is for proof.
Yi Hui: Still like this [Doraemon surprised]
Doraemon: Hmm.
For some reason, this common tone of voice made Yi Hui make up his voice. Imagining that the young boy opposite him, who was a few years younger than him, raised his head pretending to be mature, and arrogantly said "hmm" in a rising tone. Hum is getting closer.
Thinking of the pitiful Dora Hem when he confided his thoughts to him two days ago, Yi Hui's love overflowed, and he couldn't help boasting: Dora, you are so cute [cute]
There was no immediate reply from the other side. Yi Hui thought he didn't like being praised for being cute, so he was about to change his tune and praise him for being handsome, when Dora Hem replied, "Don't call me Dora."
Yi Hui is puzzled: what is that called
Doraemon: Call it hum.
A few days later, Tang Wenxi, who was free from homework, came to visit him for the second time. Yi Hui, who was new to online social networking, told him the interesting things he encountered on the Internet recently. Tang Wenxi laughed until he fell down: "Huh? I Haha, did he lie to you, is he actually a girl? How can a boy take the initiative to ask others to call him that, stupid and motherly."
Yi Hui shook his head resolutely: "Hum is very good, he can't lie to me."
Tang Wenxi curled his lips and said, "Oh, now that you have Hum, don't be Xixi anymore."
The topic of "pet name" pokes Yi Hui's laughter, hum haha, how does Xixi sound like a family, Yi Hui laughs silently and tears, Tang Wenxi pretends to be angry and says, "I'll go home if you laugh again." It made him barely stop.
The two hadn't been together for a while, and last time they didn't have a good time in order to receive the award. This time, Tang Wenxi shouted that he would go to the beach again to see what the sea in late autumn was like.
Yi Hui naturally accompanied him. Even if it was approaching winter, the average daily temperature could reach ten degrees. Jiang Xuemei was afraid that he would get cold from the sea breeze, so she found him a cotton jacket and a thick woolen scarf.
This time, it was Tang Wenxi's turn to laugh. He was wearing short-sleeved shorts and swaggering, and he laughed and sang. He sang that one of them was like summer and the other was like winter. It was a blessing to have brothers in this life.
It is said that feng shui takes turns, and it is impossible to sing on the way back. The sea breeze during the day was still cool and pleasant, but at night the temperature dropped sharply, the wind drilled into the bones along the pores, Tang Wenxi's upper and lower teeth were fighting, and for the sake of face, he insisted that he was not cold, Yi Hui couldn't bear it, and took off the scarf. When I came down to him, he refused for a while, but finally accepted it in humiliation.
The scarf was huge, almost covering his upper body. Tang Wenxi sat in the car, and while enjoying the package service provided by Yi Hui himself, he turned his head to look inside the car.
"What are you looking at?" Yi Hui straightened his body, "Don't move, I'll tie a knot."
Tang Wenxi "tsk": "I always feel that someone is watching us."
This time on the bus they took, Yi Hui followed his line of sight and turned to look: "No, you feel wrong."
When he got off the bus at the stop, and on the way back, Tang Wenxi suddenly hooked Yi Hui's shoulder and pulled him to his side, before Yi Hui had time to say a word, he made a silent gesture: "Shh— The man is still behind us."
Yi Hui still didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't help but get nervous: "No, no?"
Tang Wenxi didn't move his neck, his eyes rolled around and looked around: "Find a path, let's split up and see who he is with."
The terrain of this generation, Yi Hui, is already very familiar. The two discussed the countermeasures in a low voice. Yi Hui turned into a fork in the road as if nothing had happened. After walking less than 20 meters, he heard the faint footsteps behind him.
His heart was beating like a drum, he counted and walked a few more steps, his eyes closed, he turned sideways, and then quickly stepped forward, pinching the man back and forth with Tang Wenxi to block the man in the middle of the road.
"Where did the thief come from stealing chickens and dogs, let's see if I won't treat you... Ouch, oh, classmate Jiang, run away and call the police!"
Under the dim street light, Yi Hui watched helplessly as Tang Wenxi, who rushed up first, was caught by the tall man who couldn't see his face and cut his arm back, and when the man freed his hand to cover Tang Wenxi's mouth, he immediately stopped and stopped: "You let go. …”
The word "he" disappeared from his throat because of the sudden encounter.
Yi Hui had never seen Zhou Jinheng look so rushed.
Zhou Jinheng is used to being self-confident and unrestrained on weekdays. In addition, he entered the society at the age of ten. He rarely shows immaturity in line with his age in his gestures, but at this moment, he subconsciously dodges at the moment when his eyes meet, as if he was caught doing something bad. 's little kid.
He let go of Tang Wenxi, and quickly avoided the beginning, but couldn't help but raised his eyes to look at Yi Hui, and opened his mouth to say something: "I..."
He thought he had at least a chance to explain, but he didn't expect to say a complete sentence, Yi Hui took two steps back to distance himself, and looked at him with a look of extreme alertness and resistance: "Why are you still here?"
The raised hand stagnated in the air, like falling into an ice cave, it couldn't describe Zhou Jinheng's mood at this time.
Perhaps it was the intimate communication over the phone these days that gave him some illusions, and Zhou Jinheng only now felt that his thoughts were so naive and naive.
Won't let him be wronged again in the future
All the grievances Yi Hui has endured are personally given by him. If Yi Hui is unwilling to accept it, he will do more in vain.
It took so long to think about repairing it, like applying medicine to a closed wound, it looks moving, but in fact it's just superficial and meaningless.
What's more, the wounds he gave Yi Hui were so deep and heavy. He didn't ask questions when the blood was dripping. Now that he's dead, air-dried, and has no temperature, as the executioner, he turned back and said that he wanted to make amends. Who would believe it? Who will forgive