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Zhen Yi woke up from a light hypnosis and fell into a pair of black eyes; the words were very close to her, and her eyes were clear, with a trace of panic.

In memory, he never seems to have such eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

For a second, he was calm for a second, and his heart gradually fell. Perhaps, it has not reached such a serious point.

He sat back on the stool next to him, but his eyes did not move away, his eyes deep and focused, looking at her.

Zhen Yi thought it was his eyes when he was doing things seriously, but even if he knew it, it was hard not to be distracted by it.

She squeezed her hair and whispered, "I remember a lot of things, thank you." With a low eye, she saw a light red mark on the back of his right hand that she had just scratched.

She don't look away.

"Oh, one more thing."

Zhen Yi took a printed photo from her bag, which she found from the news website this morning: "It is Ai Xiaoying's father, I don't seem to have seen it anywhere, but I remember you back then Should be present. "

He recognized it at a glance, and after a few seconds, he looked up at her with an unclear look: "The one with your cousin ..."

Zhen Yi didn't respond: "Which one?"

Yan looked down at the medical record in his hand, and his expression was subtle: "The one who cheated."

Zhen Yi's brain exploded, remembering it.

That hot afternoon, she and he hid in the cupboard, her body was warm, her attention was all on the speech, and even the explosive news of her cousin's cheating was not her mind, and she didn't even care about the man's appearance.

Closing the words with her medical record, her eyes fell on her absent face and asked faintly: "Still can't remember?"

"Remembered." Zhen Yi bowed her head.

She remembered more than that. There was something the cousin and the man did, as well as what she and Yan did in the narrow closet, and the smell of the summer afternoon, hot, mulberry, sun, know, bamboo leaves rustle , Skin, sweat, transpiration ...

It's really embarrassing to think of it at the moment.

There was nothing strange about the words, got up to pull the curtain, and cut a gap in the floor-to-ceiling window. The wind blows in the fragrance of a large meadow, which is inexplicably comfortable.

Zhen Yi sat up and looked after him.

Seeing him standing by the window, the wind twitched slightly in his white clothes. For a long time, he turned back, as if to say something, but the alarm clock rang and the tinkling bell was crisp.

He walked to the table, pressed the alarm clock with his long fingers, and said, "I have something to do. If you don't mind, wait ten minutes for me."

Zhen Yi nodded and watched him leave.

As soon as he left, her peaceful state of mind immediately became confused:

Sakura's father was the one who cheated with Cui Fei?

Compared to this, another thing occupied her mind more strongly. She sat on the recliner, blushing a little, and got up and went to the window to blow.

The rain was small, and it became rain silk, and fluttered a little bit.

She stared at the grass outside the window and took a deep breath, trying to distract her thoughts, but somehow she couldn't control her thinking, and the memories of that year swept over the sky.

What a beautiful summer it was!

When she was in middle school, she did not go home at noon, because her home was on the top floor, it was too hot. But at noon that day, her juice splashed on the skirt, red is really ugly, like menstruation.

Yange accompanied her back, originally intended to wait downstairs, but Zhen Yi said: "No one at home, go up for a cup of sour plum soup."

After going up, Yan Ge found that Zhen Yi was not exaggerated, and they used home steamers to describe it completely. As soon as he entered the room, he felt like he was surrounded by a hot and sticky climate, wrapped in ironed plastic wrap, and he was breathless.

But he was surprisingly quiet in his heart, and was not irritated.

Zhen Yi poured iced sour plum soup for him, took the frozen lychee, and the hard and cracked skin was cracked, one grain lying on the plate, grinning and grinning.

Don't eat words, silently look away.

Zhen Yi peeled one into his mouth, and was stimulated by frozen lychee to shrink his neck. Her teeth creaked, biting the scum, and a series of weird sounds in her throat, she sighed indistinctly: "It's too cold!"

Yan Ge looked at her quietly for a long time, and then looked away silently again.

Zhen Yi peeled another one and held it in front of him. Bai Dudu, the crunchy flesh was air-conditioned: "It's delicious, you try it."

He does not eat.

She pressed the flesh to his lips: "Try it!"

The cold air of the frozen lychee touched his skin, cold and silky, he glanced at it with no interest, don't overdo it.

"My hands are freezing," she shouted exaggeratedly.

He looked back, picked the litchi from her palm and put it on the plate, saying, "I will eat it. Go and change your clothes. You look like a Japanese flag now."

Zhen Yi looked down at the juice mark on the dress and hurried back to her room, whispering all the way: "I really don't like wearing skirts, but I have to wear school skirts on Monday. If I wear pants and one leg, the juice will fall to the ground. Today I habitually thought I was wearing pants, but ended up with one leg, all caught. "

Speech: "..."

He finished the sour plum soup, washed the cup and put it away, stared at the fat and fat litchi, and put it in his mouth. The crispy flesh mixed with sweet juice flowed into the throat, unexpectedly cool.

He put the remaining litchi back into the refrigerator, rinsed the fruit tray and put it away, then went to Zhen Yi.

When she walked to the door of her room, she was stunned.

Her bedroom didn't have a door, and she was changing clothes with her back to him. She was naked. The girl's body was fresh and tender, with thin waist and long legs, like a piece of art; she was wearing The little **** twisted and jumped a little, buttocks were small and warped.

The words flashed to the side instantly. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's ears were burnt to ashes.

Soon, Zhen Yi came out and met him, strangely: "How come your ears are red, is it too hot?"

With a dull voice, he shook his head and nodded again. He couldn't figure it out anymore and pulled his leg away.

Only then, someone opened the door.

The next second, a man and a woman hugged together and rolled into the porch along the wall.

Zhen Yi's eyes were sharp, and across the hollow cabinet, he saw married Cui Fei's legs wrapped around the waist of a young man, his hands on the man's body, and his mouth gnawed.

Not her husband, Qi Xingyuan.

Zhen Yi was startled and dragged him into the room with his words. But there was no place to hide in the room. She didn't want to, and opened the closet door.

The expression was stunned for a second. He glanced at Zhen Yi's pants, skirt and underwear in the closet. His cheeks and ears were all burned transparently. He shook his head and refused to hide.

Outside the room, the sound of the two kissing and hitting the wall went from far to near. Zhen Yi was anxious and whispered: "Go in!"

The speech shook his head again, blushing, but he was very calm, with a dying expression, and made a mouth: No!

Zhen Yi gritted her teeth: "Do you want them to know that we ran into cheating?"

Frowning, she bent down helplessly and folded herself into Zhen Yi's closet, her underwear hanging beside her face.

Zhen Yi hid inside and closed the door.

Outside, the strange and warm noises of men and women grew louder.

Zhen Yi was curious and looked out through the gap.

At the dining table opposite, Cui Fei's chiffon jacket opened, and the man bowed his head into her chest.

Zhen Yi'er was heart-warming and shrank back with just one glance, almost hitting the words. At first glance, he flushed.

The closet is small, the figure is too tall, and the long legs are bent inside. Zhen Yi didn't pay attention when she got in, sitting on his buttocks. This ambiguous posture made the expression extremely embarrassing and could not move.

In the summer afternoon, in the wardrobe on the top floor of the old-fashioned residential building, the air is heating up every moment, like being in a pot of boiling porridge, flowing, sticky, and burning.

The heat is everywhere and lingering.

As if every pore is sweating.

The dress that Zhen Yi just put on was tightly attached to her body at the moment.

In the dim closet, the sound of breathing gradually became heavy, all on the cheeks of each other. What's more terrible is that the table outside is squeaking and shaking.

Zhen Yi blushed, and felt like she was stung by a mosquito, itchy, and uncomfortably hot. She couldn't help but sneak a glance at her speech.

He sat quietly, his eyes down, his expression very clean. However, fine sweat beads also appeared on the forehead.

His shirt was attached to his body, and the thin pure black tie was so expensive and elegant, with a bewitching sense of distance.

Zhen Yi swelled her head and wanted to destroy, so she whispered: "Isn't it hot to wear a tie?"

Yan Ge was like a still sculpture suddenly resurrected, he slammed her wrist, his eyes were dark and deep, and he was stopping it.

His palm is very hot, and Zhen Yi feels that his pulse is protruding straight from his fingertips, so hot, but at the same time, so exciting.

Suddenly, she moved her wrist, broke away from him, pulled it quickly, and pulled his tie off.

Yan Yi grabbed her back, hiding her hand behind her.

He had been fooled by her, so that he wouldn't put her in his arms because he was seizing things.

The words didn't **** away, and leaned against the inner wall of the cabinet silently, don't go over and look at her.

After a few seconds, I suddenly felt an icy coolness. In this hot wooden cabinet, I was as happy as an ice cube.

Turning his words back, he saw Zhen Yi blowing his hair.

She was so close to him, her little mouth rounded roundly, her red cheeks deflated, and a cool breeze was blowing.

He saw drops of water running down her delicate white neck and disappeared into her chest.

Words felt for the first time that heat made people so uncomfortable. He looked at her close cheek, not knowing what he was thinking, but the next second, he lowered his head, moved closer to her, and gently blew on her white neck.

Zhen Yi shook all over, too cool, and swept the whole body unprecedentedly.

The two were silent, and at a very close distance, gently blowing for each other.

Outside the wardrobe, the woman screamed happily, speaking of many strange and bold sentences, stimulating their nerves word by word.

Zhen Yi didn't know what it was like, but she was so hot that she had a fever, and her apex was bitten by a mosquito, itchy to death but nowhere to scratch.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, the life of a teenager is so curious.

Zhen Yi head had a fever, while blowing him the hair, while unbuttoning his shirt; when she realized that he wanted to stop, she simply tore apart in a row, her arms drilled in, holding his body firmly.

For a moment, her heart trembled violently, her breathing was chaotic, panting, and biting back wildly:

"You dare to push me, make some noise, and let them discover that I said you kidnapped me."

"..."

In fact, he did not want to push her away.

The hot air wrapped in layers, she pressed it softly, kissed his lips softly, and bit his ears ...

"Zhenyi, what do you want to do?"

Zhen Yi thought about the distant thing, shaking all over with a sudden, goose bumps all erected. The suffocating heat in the summer wardrobe seemed to penetrate the time and space to come to the present, and it was clearly raining, but she was uncomfortably hot.

Pushing the floor-to-ceiling windows and the wind blowing in, she was agitated and ordered herself not to think again.

To distract, she looked around the room.

This is actually not a treatment room, but an elegant lounge. The place where she lay just now is the bed where he usually rests. She is a special patient for this treatment.

The room was neat and clean without any extras.

She was so bored that she accidentally opened a drawer and froze at once. There lay a bunch of keychains.

She is unbelievable.

That year, she exhausted herself and took 7 firsts at the sports meeting. She said to her with great pride: "Great, 7 gifts."

Quote: "Since it's all the same, I'll take one."

Zhen Yi stared at him: "No!"

"Ok."

She happily ran to receive the award with the certificate. As a result, the physical education teacher moved out seven bags of carved detergent powder.

Zhen Yi was dumbfounded and heartbroken: "How can this be a prize? !!!"

The physical education teacher said: "Don't worry, there is."

So he took out seven buckets of dishwashing liquid, seven bundles of toilet paper, seven pieces of soap, and seven bottles of shampoo, which were all needed by the school students.

Zhen Yi was going to die or live. She almost cut her with a knife. How could she have a face to say that detergent detergent and toilet paper?

Just as she was about to beat the teacher rashly, she said slowly: "This is fine."

Zhen Yi took a closer look, with seven key chains pressed underneath the toilet paper, and Jay Chou's scrubbers printed on the buckle. The workmanship is rough, the quality is as bad as the quality.

She was so shocked that she almost burst into tears. She did n’t want to put the seven keychains in her pockets, saying blandly, “It happened to have many keys.

Zhen Yi didn't think about it in the past. No matter how many keys, one button is enough.

At that time, she felt embarrassed and said sadly: "You can throw them away."

And now, seven keychains are strung together, lying quietly in the drawer. Several keys of different sizes are hung on it: he has been using it.

She couldn't figure out what was so ugly, why did he keep it and always carried it on his body.

The door handle turned slowly, Zhen Yi recovered, closed the drawer and turned to stand.

The next second, words appeared at the door.

The slender white coat is clearly the same as when she left. It fell into her eyes at the moment, but it touched her heart. At this moment, she thought in a trance, how good it would be if she could go back and go back to the past?

Yange closed the door and raised her eyes to ask her, "Do you still want to cry?"

What she didn't want, but a word made her heart hurt a little.

She shook her head.

"This is my mobile phone number." He came up and handed her a note, clearing the handwriting, and wrote two numbers, "The first one is the work number, and the second one is private."

Zhen Yi wondered if he said to her that he couldn't reach his phone.

She saved the number and was ready to say goodbye.

"Wait a minute." Yan Ge said, "Zhen Yi, if this case, what do you need me to help, just say."

She didn't know how suddenly he cared so much about her.

"I want to go back to the crime scene tonight, can you be with me?"

"can."

"Thank you." She took a step and looked back. "Don't you despise me? Although I don't remember it, I know that I didn't stop my cousin. They watched the whole process. It seemed halfway." Also pointed out some. "

Originally, she wanted to take the opportunity of false help to find out the truth; but she seemed to only help falsely, but did not find the truth, and turned into true help. This is Zhen Yi's understanding of what happened last night.

Let the words go unnoticed and simply explain: "Zhen Yi, you are drunk and unconscious. I think this is not your fault."

Zhen Yi was shocked, and the heavy stone pressed against her chest seemed to be shattered by his words.

Her nose was sour again, but after all she endured it.

"Thank you." She finished, ready to leave, and walked to the door, but her heart seemed to be grabbed by the seven key buttons in his drawer, she held the door handle tightly,

"Speech?"

"Ok?"

In my heart, I'm really sorry!

"In the beginning, why did we break up?"

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