Gardenia woke up early on Saturday.
She started sleeping as soon as she came back last night, and slept until after six o'clock this morning, when Chu Zhi opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for ten minutes.
Chu Zhi didn't know when she left.
She answered a phone call from her first father, telling her that she was at the school gate.
Without saying a word, she turned and left.
This time Lu Jiaheng didn't hold her.
Maybe it's because he doesn't want to talk to her anymore.
He finally got bored.
He thinks she is too troublesome and has a lot of things to do, and it seems that she is not as interesting as he imagined.
Chuzhi thought dryly.
She cried so hard yesterday afternoon, and at this time she only felt her eyes were sore and a little swollen.
The stomach is also hungry, and the rumbling is madly brushing the sense of existence.
The upstairs is silent, the sound of the decoration is gone, and the quietness makes people not sure if there is anyone living upstairs.
But it has been a long time, and his house should have been renovated long ago.
After all, they are still neighbors upstairs and downstairs. I don’t know if they will be a little embarrassed to meet them in the future.
Chu Zhi sat up with her hands on the bed. She slept for a while, and suddenly she felt a little dizzy when she sat up. She shook her head, and after a while, she slowly got out of bed to wash and came out. room.
The living room was also quiet. Chu Zhi stepped on her slippers and walked into the kitchen, took a box of biscuits, poured another glass of milk, and carried it back to her room.
In some dimly lit rooms, you guessed it, like a little elf, jumped onto the bed lightly.
It seems that she sensed that Chu Zhi's mood was a little down, you guessed it softly called out, and her fluffy little head rubbed against him.
Chuzhi hugged him and buried his head in his soft and thick fur.
"Lu Jiaheng is a bastard." Chu Zhi buried her whole face in it, her voice sounded low.
"Meow." You guessed it agreed.
Chuzhi raised his head, pinched his black-haired head and rubbed: "Do you know who he is?"
"Meow."
"It's the one who came to the house to eat spicy hot pot together last time."
"Meow."
"He hates it. Next time you see him, you will bite him."
You guessed it was positive: "Meow meow!!"
Chuzhi filled her stomach and slept for a few hours before getting up in a daze.
She lay sideways on the bed and slept on the opposite corner of the bed. You guessed it, the one in her arms was also up and down. One person and one cat slept in the dark, and she was immersed in sleep for almost fourteen hours on and off. Her consciousness was already a little sticky.
Chufu's rice has already been prepared, and the thin and glutinous preserved egg and lean meat porridge has not been put in the pot because I don't know when she will eat it.
After Chuzhi washed up, she went into the kitchen and brought herself a bowl of porridge to the dining table.
The first father was reading the newspaper on the small rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. When he saw her getting up so early, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Wake up so early today?"
Chu Zhi glanced at her watch, it was ten o'clock.
"Hmm." Chu Zhi sat down listlessly with his eyes down.
She came back with red eyes yesterday, and went back to the room without saying a word. Today, she seems to be feeling a little down.
The first father and Ms. Deng, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at each other, and Ms. Deng mouthed: "What's going on?"
"I don't know."
Guess, squatting at her feet, licking her paws lazily, Chuzhi slowly drank the porridge, remembering that her father said yesterday that she was going to Hainan to escape the cold, she raised her eyes and said, "When are you leaving?"
In fact, this question is a bit redundant. Ms. Deng has even put on her skirt and straw hat.
Sure enough, Ms. Deng didn't speak, and frowned slightly when she observed her appearance: "Baby, are you with your parents too?"
Chuzhi shook his head: "I'm going to class."
"Mom will give you leave."
Chuzhi still refused: "The final exam is coming soon, and the current class cannot be missed."
Ms. Deng and her first father looked at each other and wanted to say something when the doorbell rang suddenly.
The first father neatly put down the newspaper in his hand and got up to open the door.
The door opened, and the first father took a close look at the handsome young man.
The young man was not wearing a coat, a clean and simple white shirt, tall and straight, with a beautiful and unfeminine face.
Seeing Lu Jiaheng, he also smiled and said kindly, "lady, it's snowing today, so we didn't have any blankets in our house."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng stopped for two seconds, his eyes fell on the luggage at the door, and he quickly reacted
"No, I want to ask, do you know the property phone number? Not long after I moved here, there seems to be a little water leak upstairs."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Chu Zhi, who was sitting with his back to the door, froze his shoulders.
Without looking back, she pushed the porridge in front of her, stood up with her head lowered, and walked towards the room, whispering, "I'm full."
Ms. Deng is still discussing with her: "It's not the peak season. It's too late to go directly to the airport to buy a ticket in the afternoon. Why don't you go with your parents?"
Chuzhi picked up the cat and said sullenly, "No, I want to go to class."
The first father is a kind of silly white sweet personality with a particularly good temper. He smiles when he sees everyone, speaks slowly, and is very patient in everything he does.
The first father was very enthusiastic to help this young man who had a leak in the upstairs of his house and didn't know what to do. He found the phone number of the property. Lu Jiaheng thanked him and went upstairs.
As I went upstairs, I wanted to laugh.
He finally knew who Chu Zhi's temperament was like.
He curled his lips unconsciously, opened the door, entered the room, and sat back on the sofa.
The house has been renovated for a while. She picked the cushions, the curtains, and most of the furniture.
The result made people cry.
Lu Jiaheng couldn't smile anymore.
He slumped on the sofa, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of a white face.
The bright and clear black eyes are round and large, the lips are rosy, and the long eyelashes are curled and curled.
When he smiles, pear eddies and dimples appear on his cheeks, his eyes are curved like the moon, and he always speaks softly, slowly, softly and glutinously, like the sweet red bean paste stuffing in a bean paste bag.
Made him cry.
For a moment, Lu Jiaheng felt as if he had lost some qualifications.
Worst of all, he still feels cute.
The way she cried is so fucking cute, it's so good-looking, it melts my heart.
Lu Jiaheng supported his brow with one hand and sighed long.
He mourned himself in the sofa, and after a while, Cheng Yi called.
On the other end of the phone, someone was crying and howling, and it could be heard that the battle was in full swing. Cheng Yi's loud voice was earth-shattering and weeping in grief.
"Yeah." Lu Jiaheng held the phone to his ear, and continued to be paralyzed in mourning.
Cheng Yi: "His Royal Highness!! Rough! Come! Play! Ah! There are girls!!!!!!"
Lu Jiaheng hung up the phone expressionlessly, stood up, walked into the bedroom bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, filled with cold water, and took off his clothes.
After ten minutes of soaking, he raised his finger and turned on the shower for a while before stepping out of the bathtub and sitting in the corner of the bed waiting quietly.
I waited naked for half an hour and didn't seem to feel anything.
Are you in good shape
Lu Jiaheng is so angry.
He put on his clothes in frustration, walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel with one hand and buttoned it around his still-dry head, and ruffled his wet, half-dry hair.
After thinking for a while, he went back to the bathroom, walked to the washstand, plugged the sink, and turned the faucet to the side of the hot water.
Lu Jiaheng filled a pool of hot water, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, rummaged through the cabinet and turned out the medicine box, and finally pulled out a slender thing at the very edge.
He squeezed and walked back to the living room, grabbed the phone, and called Cheng Yi.
Cheng Yi picked it up quickly: "His Royal Highness!!! I knew you would come!!! We are—"
Lu Jiaheng interrupted him: "You can buy something for me now."
Cheng Yi snorted, it seemed that he had changed the place, and the noise was a little less: "What?"
"Liquid foundation."
Cheng Yi: "..."
Cheng Yi was stunned: "What is it?"
"Liquid foundation, you want the whitest shade, the whiter the better."
Cheng Yi was stunned for a moment, then, as if he understood something, he asked him, "You want to give it to the elementary school girl?"
Cheng Yi thought to himself that this person is quite good.
"No," Lu Jiaheng said lightly, "I use it myself."
Cheng Yi: "..."
My first father and Ms. Deng finished their dinner for the evening before leaving.
She was not hungry, so she played with you for a while, did her homework, pulled out a CD of Doraemon the Doraemon from the closet, and lay down on the sofa to watch it.
After 6 o'clock in the evening, Chu Zhi finished watching two episodes. You Guess, who had been lying obediently beside her, suddenly moved her ears and propped up her front legs.
Chu Zhi didn't take it seriously, raised his hand and touched his little head.
The next second, there was a knock on the door.
The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and Chu Zhi didn't even hear it at first.
She paused the cartoon, waited for a while, and listened carefully.
After waiting for ten seconds, the voice sounded again.
Continuous, very soft knocks on the door.
At six o'clock in the evening in winter, it was completely dark outside, Chuzhi's scalp was numb and goosebumps appeared.
She bit her lip, slipped on her slippers quietly, and walked to the door.
He didn't say anything and didn't answer, he only secretly opened the buckle of the cat's eye and looked out.
Lu Jiaheng stood at the door with his eyes down, wearing a thin shirt and no jacket.
Chu Zhi's shoulders collapsed and he let out a long sigh of relief. It's a little strange why he didn't ring the doorbell and knocked on the door with such little effort.
She stood at the door without moving, stopped for a while, turned around and returned to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.
The door was quiet.
A few minutes later, Chu Zhi stood up again, walked to the door again, looked out of Maoyan, and saw that he was still standing at the door.
As soon as her eyes came together, he knocked twice.
There was a very soft, very weak knock on the door, the sound was small, and it sounded a little weak.
Chu Zhi bit her lip and hesitated.
A few minutes later, there was a fourth knock on the door.
Each time, it was two soft and thin beeps, not too many knocks, a little cautious, as if afraid of disturbing someone.
Chu Zhi took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, unscrewed the lock inside, and opened the door.
She glared at him with a stern face, glaring at him with self-consciously vicious eyes, and said fiercely, "What are you doing?"
The little girl was wearing pajamas, a pink-white cotton skirt, and the skirt was wrapped in lotus leaf lace, revealing a slender white calf.
The voice is still muffled, like a little milk cat.
There seems to be no momentum.
Chu Zhi wondered if it was because her voice was too low, and wondered if she should speak louder for a while.
Does the voice sound more aggressive or low? It seems to be a little sharper.
She was thinking, you jumped out with a swipe at her feet, biting Lu Jiaheng's trousers, a snoring sound came out of her throat, and her sharp claws were exposed, she desperately grabbed up, the blue The eyes seem to have embodied the light of hatred.
Chuzhi: "..."
Chu Zhi didn't expect you to be so active in guessing the fierce, and it seemed that he was finally able to do it, so he was very happy.
A cat at his feet tried to dig him like a madman, but Lu Jiaheng was unmoved, lowered his eyes, and looked a little obedient.
He was quiet for a while, and spoke in a low voice, his voice was frighteningly hoarse, his breath was weak, and he said softly, "I'm sick."
Chu Zhi looked at him suspiciously.
I didn't notice it just now, but after a careful look at it, I realized that something was wrong with him.
The jet-black hair was a little messy, and the forehead hair was scratched at will, with a few strands of wetness, and the complexion was extremely poor.
Although the color of his lips was very pale, it was not pale at all at this time, it was frighteningly white, as if he had painted a layer of paint on it, without any blood color, and even the whole person looked a little haggard.
Chu Zhi pursed her lips, and her tone subconsciously slowed down a little: "What's wrong with you?"
Lu Jiaheng's eyelashes trembled, her pale lips pursed, she held a thermometer in her fingers and handed it over, her dark peach blossom eyes looked at her wetly: "I have a terrible burn, I am so weak now, I even raised my hand to ring the doorbell. no strength."
Chu Zhi looked down and saw that the mercury column on the thermometer had reached its end.
Chuzhi: "..."
This is really burning too much.
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