"Have you thought of an excuse yet?"
As soon as Sheng Jiaoyang saw the signature smile on Shen Zhining's face that meant others were about to suffer misfortune, Sheng Jiaoyang's heart immediately trembled.
"What, what excuse? I was just thinking about how to tell you concisely." Her mind was spinning wildly, thinking of... excuses.
"Give you three seconds. Three! Two!"
Shen Zhining's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm, "One, tell me."
But at this moment, Sheng Jiaoyang's cell phone rang.
"I've called." She looked at Shen Zhining longingly, wanting him to let go of her.
Shen Zhining was unmoved and just faced her with a "you'll be polite if you don't say anything" look.
Sheng Jiaoyang was filled with hatred, but she didn't dare to show it on the surface. In order to show her sincerity, she didn't dare to blink. She said, "Do you still remember that I had a nightmare the night before departure that day?"
It was true, Shen Zhining acquiesced.
"In my dream I saw the blazing sun."
Shen Zhining narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't she your idol? Why would dreaming about her be a nightmare?"
Sheng Jiaoyang closed his eyes, brewing his emotions, and said with a choked voice: "Originally, I was very happy to dream about her, but in the dream she told me that she couldn't wake up, but she didn't want to be a living dead. , asking grandpa to worry like that every day, it is better to cut the knot quickly and let me help her get rid of it... "
The stranglehold on his neck suddenly increased.
"Relieve, take off?" Shen Zhining slowly spit out these two words, his dark eyes filled with clouds.
"Ahem, you heard about me first." Sheng Jiaoyang said weakly.
Shen Zhining watched her face turn red and slowly relaxed her intensity.
Sheng Jiaoyang grabbed his wrist with both hands, fearing that he would suddenly lose his temper and strangle her to death accidentally, and she would not have a second life.
"I asked her why she couldn't wake up," Sheng Jiaoyang continued after successfully attracting Shen Zhining's attention. "She said she had been away for too long and could not find her way back."
Sheng Jiaoyang paused, "Then I asked her how to help her get out of trouble. She said I didn't have to do anything, just go and see her. In addition, she asked me to tell my grandfather something."
"What words?"
"Grandpa, I'm going to live another life under another sky. You should take care of yourself and don't be sad for me, because I will live a good life in another place."
Shen Zhining examined her expression. She looked serious when she said those words, and it didn't look like she was lying.
but…
Let’s not talk about whether the dream is true or not. Why not just entrust the dream to Mr. Yang, but to such a person who has nothing to do with it
No, it’s not completely unrelated. What happened to Jiao Yang was because he bumped into this person!
Sheng Jiaoyang was also secretly looking at Shen Zhining's expression. Seeing that he was moved, he knew that he had heard what he said. He might not believe it entirely, but at least he accepted the reason.
The whole room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing.
Suddenly a bell rang.
Shen Zhining's expression moved slightly, he glanced at her, then turned to answer the phone.
Sheng Jiaoyang held her neck and exhaled, feeling as if she was surviving a disaster. She raised her eyes and glared at Shen Zhining's back, only to hear him pick up the phone and say: "Grandpa Yang."
A call from grandpa...
"Zhining, you and I will go to the bank tomorrow to pick up the things that your Aunt Yang has stored in the safe." Hearing Mr. Yang's words from the phone, Shen Zhining responded with the word "good".
On the phone, the old man changed his voice and said, "Zhining, is Jiaojiao at your place?"
Shen Zhining was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw someone making a face. His mood was a little subtle. "Yes." He replied.
"That's good. I just called her and no one answered her phone. I thought something had happened to her."
Hearing the worry in Mr. Yang's tone, Shen Zhining was particularly surprised. A few days ago, the old man said he never wanted to see this person again, but now he was so concerned about her safety
"Tell her to go home early. A girl shouldn't stay out for too long."
"… good."
After ending the phone call, Shen Zhining looked at someone who was staring at him with a wary expression, and asked in an unclear tone: "Have you told Grandpa Yang what you just said?"
"He asked me, so I told him." Sheng Jiaoyang replied without blinking.
Shen Zhining lowered his eyes and thought deeply for a while before he spoke. "You go."
"Take all your stuff with you."
"Really?" Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes lit up. She licked her lips, a little excited, "I don't have to pretend to be your girlfriend anymore?"
Shen Zhining leaned against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, "You seem very happy?"
It doesn’t seem like it, it is! But how could she dare to say that? She could only try her best to control herself and said with a straight face: "Acting in life is very stressful for me. I want to be my true self."
"So, you were always acting in front of me before?" Shen Zhining's tone was somewhat unpredictable.
"Uh... not entirely." Sheng Jiaoyang replied cautiously.
Shen Zhining turned around and walked to the chair behind the desk, and said calmly: "Let's go."
Sheng Jiaoyang's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, and she walked out briskly. She had taken some clothes back last time and packed the rest. When she dragged her suitcase and passed by the door of the study, she suddenly stopped and looked at the expressionless Shen Zhining sitting behind the desk and said: "To Brother Ning, Grandma Andy said you have a bad stomach. From now on, remember to eat three meals a day on time."
After saying that, she happily dragged her suitcase away without waiting for Shen Zhining's response.
Shen Zhining looked at the empty door, his eyes filled with emotions that he couldn't even figure out.
He sat there quietly and thought a lot.
He was thinking about the dream that Jiaoyang entrusted to Xu Jiaojiao. Although his reason told him that he could not believe Xu Jiaojiao's words, he could not explain why Xu Jiaojiao fainted as soon as he got close to Jiaoyang, and Jiaoyang also stopped breathing.
I'm thinking that this girl imitates Jiaoyang everywhere, maybe it's really out of obsession with her idol. After all, she is only seventeen years old, so it is not surprising that she behaves like this.
I'm still thinking about... what she said when she left.
To Brother Ning, Grandma Andy said you have a bad stomach. From now on, remember to eat three meals a day on time.
For so many days, apart from her deliberate efforts to please him, which was not disgusting, he really didn't notice that she had any bad intentions. Especially her performance in the last car accident left a particularly deep impression on him. If it was just her acting, he would have nothing to say, and would even praise her for her good acting skills, for being so flawless.
He lowered his eyes and looked at his hand on the back of the chair. He had used this hand to pinch her just now, and the frightened expression on her face just now appeared in his mind. She didn't remember the pain, but she reminded him to eat when she was treated like this by him.
After sitting for a long time, he got up and went downstairs.
The lights were still on in the living room, but no one was there anymore.
Shen Zhining stood there, looking everywhere he looked at memories. Some small things were usually ordinary, but when they were gathered together, he realized that he still remembered them all.
sofa
He often lay there, a pair of hands gently rubbing the top of his head, and her clear voice sounded in his ears.
She would complain a little because of the teacher's criticism.
She will be secretly pleased with herself because of the love of her classmates.
She would be troubled by the endless paparazzi following and photographing her.
But the tenderness between her fingers never ceased.
Dining room
She sat on the dining chair and smiled at him.
Good morning, to Brother Ning!
It's hot, come and eat!
The way she bit her straw and peeked over to take a look, the way she put a whole dumpling into her mouth and ate it until it was full, the way she stuck out her tongue when she was burned by the soup in the soup dumpling, the way she drank milk Circle white beard.
…
He raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow, walked around casually, and came to the balcony inadvertently.
This place has become a world of its own. The original balcony is now more like a small study. One end is a plant shelf with various flowers and plants. The bookshelf at the other end is filled with books. There is a rattan table next to the bookshelf. There is a hanging chair. There is a pillow with a cute version of the avatar printed on it. Next to it is an easel with a completed oil painting hanging on it, and there are still drops of colored paint on the ground.
He walked slowly to the hanging chair and picked up the pillow. The portrait on it had big eyes and a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth, vaguely reflecting her shadow.
Shen Zhining closed his eyes, turned away, and landed on the bookshelf. As if he was looking for something to distract himself, he threw the pillow back into the hanging chair and pulled out a book. This is a Chinese language and literature book with a lot of small notes in it. The readers must be very serious when reading this book.
At the same time, he found that there were many books on the bookshelf related to the Chinese language, such as ancient poetry, dictionaries, and some literature books. There is only one compartment with books for English majors. There are very few notes in English books, but there are not only notes in Chinese language books, but there are also many pictures on the ancient poems, which seem to be paintings based on the poems.
This is very strange. Obviously her major is English, but she studies Chinese language books.
It can be seen that she really likes to draw. You can see her random drawings everywhere. Some are small flashes of inspiration, some are scribbles, some are unconstrained, and some are meticulous.
When he put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, a piece of paper fell out. Shen Zhining paused, picked up the piece of paper, and turned it over. The moment he turned it over, his eyes froze.
On the small piece of paper was drawn a very Q-version of a little man, with a big head, a small body, and a pair of horns on his black hair. Two lines of tears flowed from the little man's big eyes, and he looked aggrieved. There was a small sign hanging on his chest that read "I was wrong."
There is also a line of words written in the blank space next to the little man:
Lord Shen Mo, you too have today!
From the flying words, you can see how proud the person who wrote them was at that time.
Shen Zhining pursed his lips, and he recalled the image of a little drunkard who once muttered in front of him, "Shen Demon King is a bastard."