Stay Safe

After Lu Xiaojun entered Xiao Jin, she roamed around like a fly in the living room. She believed that Xiao Jin could handle other matters by herself, and she could handle it well. The only thing involved was Wooden Pillow Stream. Lu Xiaoyun did not dare to imagine any possibility. what happened.

After all, they had already seen it back then, that Xiao Jin would do anything for the wooden pillow stream.

If they had figured this out sooner, they wouldn't have...

Lu Xiaoyun lightly stepped, for fear of being discovered by Xiao Jin, she put her ear carefully on the bedroom door. It was an old house. Although the sound insulation was not too bad, it wasn't that good either. Lu Xiaoyun pricked up his ears, stuck himself to the door, and finally heard a piercing cry from inside.

Lu Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly became wet.

She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes, stood silently at the door with her head bowed, and did not leave.

I don't know how long it took, maybe half an hour, maybe even longer, Lu Xiaoyun's feet were numb from standing, and the cry from the inside faded away, and then there was the sound of the collision between the chair and the ground.

Lu Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat.

Then there was no sound at all.

Lu Xiaoyun found the spare key and opened the door directly. Xiao Jin lay unconscious on the ground, with tears all over his face, his brows knitted together in pain, and a shocking red flush appeared on his forehead.

Lu Xiaojun didn't call 120, as if he was used to it, he helped Xiao Jin from the ground to the bed, moved a chair and sat beside him quietly guarding, holding Xiao Jin's hand, the hand was cold, and he hurriedly used both hands together. cover.

Only when Xiao Jin was asleep could Lu Xiaoyun be so "daring" to get close to his daughter.

Her eyes fell on Xiao Jin's pale and haggard face, and gradually moved upwards, fixed on Xiao Jin's left forehead, where there was an old scar, time has passed, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see it.

Lu Xiaoyun knew how the scar came from, and it was also that time that Xiao Jin suffered from a chronic headache, which was excruciatingly painful.

Lu Xiaoyun watched and frowned suddenly and slowly. She gently brushed the hair from Xiao Jin's forehead, checked it carefully, and showed a surprised look: Why is there a new wound on the old scar, and even the traces of the sutured wound are faintly visible, when did the injury occur? ?

Lu Xiaoyun was startled and sent a message to Father Xiao.

Father Xiao replied: [You ask her first, if she doesn't tell me, I'll have someone check]

Lu Xiaoyun: [OK]

Xiao Jin had been lying for four hours, the fingers hanging on the quilt moved slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, bounced off the bed, his chest heaved sharply, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Have you had a nightmare?" A gentle voice came from the front.

Xiao Jin shrank back, saw that the person in front of him was Lu Xiaoyun, and nodded. Immediately afterwards, the memory of before she fainted came back into the cage, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at the desk.

Anticipating what she was thinking, Lu Xiaoyun said comfortingly, "It's still there."

Without saying a word, Xiao Jin lifted the quilt and got out of bed, folded the letters on the table one by one in order, put them in a bag, hugged them in his arms and was about to leave.

Lu Xiaojun stopped her as she walked out: "Wait a minute."

Xiao Jin turned around and asked with indifferent eyes: Is there anything else?

The appearance of these letters once again evoked Xiao Jin's pain, and the relationship between them that was finally eased was probably about to drop back to the freezing point again. Lu Xiaojun suppressed the overwhelming bitterness in his heart, tried his best to use a gentle tone, and asked calmly, "What's the matter with the scar on your forehead?"

Xiao Jin glared at her, and said: "Bumped."

Lu Xiaojun said: "I'm not asking about ten years ago, I'm asking about the new one."

Xiao Jin still said, "Bumped."

Lu Xiaoyun was speechless.

Xiao Jin didn't want to stay here any longer, she waited for three seconds, Lu Xiaoyun didn't speak any more, and strode towards the door.

Lu Xiaoyun endured it, couldn't hold back, and finally shouted at her back: "Do you really want to hate me and your father for the rest of your life? What do you have to do to forgive us?"

Xiao Jin stopped.

After a long time, she sneered, and lowered the corner of her lower lip mockingly, and said, "Forgive me?"

It's like speaking to Lu Xiaoyun, but also speaking to himself.

Xiao Jin's eyes filled with tears.

She doesn't even know how to forgive herself, let alone others?

The dull door closing sounded in the living room, and Lu Xiaoyun couldn't wait for any reply from Xiao Jin. She slumped down on the sofa and covered her face with her hands.

***

It was noon when Xiao Jin came, and it was already evening when he went back. Although the spring was cold, the moon was bright and the stars were rare. It was a rare good weather.

She unbuttoned her coat and put the letters in her arms, as if she could touch the lonely and helpless wooden pillow stream after a long time. When she entered the community, she lost her senses, and when she reacted, she was already standing downstairs of the Muxianxi house.

She looked up and counted up layer by layer. The lights of Muxianxi's house were on, and she probably got off work on time today.

Xiao Jin didn't leave, she sat down slowly on a bench not far from the gate downstairs, her eyes were blank, she didn't know what to do, she didn't even know what to think, she just sat like this, as if letting her The cold heart returned a little warmth.

Just get closer to her.

The wind was pouring in from the neckline, and the limbs could still feel the cold. Xiao Jin curled up like a small animal. Neighbors passing by cast a surprised look at her, but Xiao Jin turned a blind eye.

If it wasn't for Wooden Pillow Stream suddenly coming out of the building and standing in front of her, she would probably sit here until dawn.

***

Mu Zhenxi rested his hands on the sink in the company's bathroom, and looked at the woman with tears in the mirror with very unfamiliar eyes. Until he returned to normal, he lowered his head and took a cup of cold water with both hands, letting it flow from his fingers. A clean, cold compress was briefly applied to the eyes with the wet palm.

She returned to the office safely and calmly. Sister Corgi didn't dare to look directly at her, but looked at her secretly with her eyes, and was stabbed back by the wooden pillow brook.

At the beginning of the work, he was a little absent-minded, and Muzhenxi kept his eyes on the computer and slowly returned to work.

I worked crazy extra shifts just a few years ago, but I haven't been in such a hurry for the past few days after the new year. It is rare for Muzhenxi to get home from work on time. On the way, I went to the supermarket to buy beef brisket, intending to make a big dish to treat myself.

Xiao Jin's task for Yin Xiaoli was actually quite simple. Even if Xiao Jin didn't ask her, when Yin Xiaoli knew about her and Xiao Jin's progress, she couldn't help but ask.

On the first day of the new year, Muzhenxi sent Xiao Jin home. In the next few days during the holiday, Xiao Jin tentatively asked Muzhenxi to have dinner, but the other party refused because he wanted to sleep at home. After that, Xiao Jin withdrew his tentacles.

Yin Xiaoli couldn't reveal that she had a close relationship with Xiao Jin, so she had to grasp why she slept so late on the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the wooden pillow stream. She finally got the answer from the wooden pillow stream that she went to the train station to pick up Xiao Jin .

"What do you think?" Yin Xiaoli began to inquire.

"What do you think?" Mu Zhenxi pretended to be confused. She was in a mess now and didn't want to answer any questions about Xiao Jin.

"Just Dr. Xiao, you obviously have feelings for her, and you've been copying scriptures more and more crazy recently, right?" Yin Xiaoli teased her.

Wooden Pillow Creek: "..."

Yin Xiaoli: "I'm not talking about you, your hand, you have to draw and plan during the day, and copy the scriptures at night, you should take it easy, if you are overworked and can't use it in the future, what should you do? ?"

Wooden Pillow Creek: "..."

Muzhenxi turned on the phone hands-free, and handled the ingredients bought in the supermarket by himself, and decided to use Yin Xiaoli's babble as the background sound as before, and listen to it, but it's just a brain.

Yin Xiaoli babbled for a while, and Muzhenxi began to respond absentmindedly with "um", "ah" and "yes", and knew that he was wasting half a day of saliva here.

But it wasn't all in vain. In the past, Muzhenxi liked to hear her, a veteran lover, tell her about her emotional experience. Now that she behaves like this, it shows that she is less calm in her heart. Yin Xiaoli, who reasoned backwards, thinks this is also a good progress.

Yin Xiaoli took a sip of water: "Actually, it's not that I can't understand you. Good horses don't eat back grass. Let the past things pass. It's fine, but it depends on what's going on. You..."

She didn't say anything, and left a blank: "Anyway, if you have any doubts in your heart, or something you can't figure out, call me, two cobblers, and Zhuge Liang."

After speaking, Mu Zhenxi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to hang up, Yin Xiaoli hesitated and took the initiative to explain: "Actually... I told Dr. Xiao something."

Wooden Pillow Creek was silent and said, "Is it a matter of letter?"

Yin Xiaoli was surprised: "You know?"

Muzhenxi said, "I didn't know it at first, but you hesitated just now and guessed it."

Yin Xiaoli said: "I just remembered it all of a sudden, and I feel that she has a deep love for you. If you received a letter back then, it was impossible not to come to you, wondering if there was any misunderstanding in it."

Muzhenxi hummed lightly: "She told me, but I didn't receive it."

"She told you—" Yin Xiaoli's voice suddenly rose an octave, and suddenly suppressed it again, "She even told you this, what is the situation between the two of you now?"

Wooden pillow creek turned on the faucet, rinsed both hands under water, and said lightly, "I'm fine, I occasionally send text messages."

Yin Xiaoli rubbed her hands: "Is it the kind that say good morning and good night to each other every day?"

Muzhenxi frowned: "No, I only speak when I have something to do."

Yin Xiaoli pouted in disappointment.

Wooden Pillow Creek glanced at the bottles and jars on the cooking table, dried the water on the scarf with his hands, and said to Yin Xiaoli on the other end of the phone, "I'll go out and buy a bottle of soy sauce, and I'll talk to you next time."

Yin Xiaoli said insightfully, "I think you think I'm nagging."

"No, how can it be? The son doesn't think the mother is ugly, and the dog doesn't think the family is poor." Muzhenxi laughed and said, "I really want to go out to buy soy sauce, and my brisket is waiting for the pot."

Yin Xiaoli showed mercy: "Go, go."

Wooden Pillow Creek untied the apron, hung it on the hook on the wall, and went out in a random coat by the door. You don't need to go to a big supermarket to buy soy sauce, there is a 24-hour convenience store at the entrance of the community. A woman's figure flashed in her mind and she pressed the elevator button.

Screaming from hunger, Wooden Pillow Creek opened the door downstairs, walked out without looking sideways, and hurriedly passed the figure on the bench with his head lowered.

It wasn't until she walked four or five meters away that she suddenly stopped and looked back in disbelief.

"Xiao Jin?" She walked to the other side and called out his name lightly. He bent down slightly and looked at the top of Xiao Jin's hair, the white earlobes hidden by the hair, and the soft lines of his face.

Xiao Jin was startled, raised his head, his pupils shrank abruptly when he saw that it was Wooden Pillow Stream, and then curled his feet under the chair, as if afraid, but also at a loss.

Her cheeks and lips were frozen white in the cold wind, her thin shoulders were even thinner because of the trembling, and the helpless eyes made Mu Zhenxi's heart shrink slightly, and pain surged.

Wooden Pillow Creek softened his voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xiao Jin just woke up from a dream, and seemed to react, standing up and leaving.

She got up too hastily, and Wooden Pillow Creek stood in front of her, leaving her with a narrower space. As soon as she stood up, she fell back uncontrollably. Wooden Pillow Creek stretched out her arms in a conditioned reflex, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her back. brought into his arms.

Xiao Jin's whole body was frozen like a human-shaped ice cube. She originally wanted to let go of her wooden pillow with a jiggling spirit, but her hand stayed on her back waist and hugged her a little tighter.

Soon she felt the weirdness of the hug. Xiao Jin was bulging in front of him. Wooden pillow stream looked down at the street lamp. It was a bag of letters, a very common kind of yellow envelope.

Mu Zhenxi guessed something, raised his head and put his chin on the top of Xiao Jin's soft hair, rubbed it gently, and sighed inwardly.

Xiao Jin was immersed in such warmth for only three seconds, and broke free from her embrace.

Muzhenxi stared at her lowered eyes, and finally said, "You don't have to blame yourself so much." In a very soft tone.

Xiao Jin didn't speak.

"It's been so many years, if you don't mention it, I'll almost forget about it myself." He changed his tone in a relaxed tone.

Xiao Jin remained silent.

After Mu Zhenxi said these two sentences, he searched his intestines and scratched his stomach, and said, "I'm going to buy soy sauce now, will you come with me?" Will this make Xiao Jin happier? She guessed nervously.

Xiao Jin never raised his eyes.

Mu Zhenxi had nothing to do, so he forced Xiao Jin's wrist and took her away from this place. Xiao Jin lowered his eyes and followed her step by step, obediently following her, like a walking corpse.

Wooden pillow creek was uneasy, looking back at her from time to time, always feeling like something was going to happen.

Arriving at the door of the convenience store without any danger, Muzhenxi still didn't let go of his hand, like holding a child, he pulled Xiao Jin to stand in front of the shelf, and asked softly, "What brand of soy sauce do you like? Haitian is still Lee Kum Kee?"

Xiao Jin raised her eyelashes sluggishly, and the light above her head fell into her eyes.

Mu Zhenxi's eyes brightened, and he raised his voice: "Haitian, Lee Kum Kee? Which one do you like?"

A customer next to him looked at him with eyes like a mental retardation.

Xiao Jin put one hand around the plastic bag holding the envelope, and the other hand was in Muxianxi's hand. He didn't have a finger to point to, so he had to say, "Haitian." His voice was hoarse, like a mosquito, so he had to get close to her. Hear it.

Muzhenxi suddenly sighed in relief when she heard her voice, as long as she could speak.

Muzhenxi took a bottle of Haitian's soy sauce from the shelf, led Xiao Jin to the counter, glanced at it, reached out and took two packs of Skittles, and paid the bill together.

She sent Xiao Jin downstairs to the second building, stuffed the Skittles into her coat pocket, and patted it lightly: "Go home and sleep, it's best to take a hot bath first, otherwise it's easy to catch a cold." She touched again. Looking at Xiao Jin's face and ears, he couldn't help but warm her with his warm hands, and then watched her enter the building.

Wooden Pillow Creek waved at her from outside the door and smiled at her.

Xiao Jin raised the corner of his mouth, turned and walked towards the elevator.

Muzhenxi waited until her figure disappeared, sighed softly, rubbed her brows and eyes with a strong tired look, and walked towards the home.

Muzhenxi put the soy sauce in the kitchen and looked at the window of Xiao Jin's house from the bay window, it was dark.

Wooden Pillow Stream: "???"

what happened? Did anyone go back?

She couldn't care less, she took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Jin, and it rang until she hung up automatically and no one answered.

Muzhenxi cursed in a low voice, and as soon as she entered the house, the coat with the owner's body temperature was put back on her body again, and Muzhenxi went out again and kept calling Xiao Jin.

She didn't pick one up.

very good.

Mu Zhenxi sneered in her heart, when she found her, she had to... had to squeeze her face twice.

Muzhenxi rushed in the direction of Building 2, and met Xiao Jin halfway through. She no longer had those letters in her arms, and had a **** scarf around her neck. Judging from the direction she came from, it should have come to her house.

Muzhenxi met her in the middle, the thought of Muzhenxi pinching her face disappeared, Xiao Jin looked up at her.

Wooden Pillow Creek did not speak.

Xiao Jin didn't speak.

After a while of silence, Wooden Pillow Creek asked her, "Where are you going?"

Xiao Jin said, "Go to your house and sit downstairs."

"You have to sit there in the winter?" Wooden Pillow Creek said, "Are you sick?"

"Yeah." Xiao Jin admitted, "I'm ill." She also said, "Don't worry about me." Her expression was very calm, no longer the sluggishness when Muzhenxi saw her just now, as if she had thought about it carefully.

Wooden Pillow Creek: "..."

She didn't even know how to take her words.

Xiao Jin continued to walk forward and passed her.

Muzhenxi turned back, followed her footsteps, and ordered, "Go back to me now, do you hear me?"

Xiao Jin turned a deaf ear.

Muzhenxi said earnestly: "Just your body, you will catch a cold."

Xiao Jin didn't answer.

Mu Zhenxi pondered for a while, and said, "Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?"

Xiao Jin seemed to want to laugh a little, an upward arc reached the corner of his lips, and disappeared before it could take shape.

Wooden Pillow Creek stated in advance: "I will not be soft-hearted."

Xiao Jin really smiled this time, and the smile was very shallow: "It's not a bitter plan, and you mustn't be soft-hearted to me."

While talking, the two had already returned to the downstairs of Building 17. Xiao Jin sat down on the bench and said, "Let me stay by myself for a while."

Wooden Pillow Stream stood still.

Xiao Jin looked up helplessly, his expression was much more vivid than before, and said, "I want to do something, you will disturb me here."

Wooden pillow creek asked: "What do you want?" Do you have to think in this cold and freezing place?

Xiao Jin looked directly into her eyes and said, "I miss you."

Wooden Pillow Creek: "..."

Under the shadow of the dimly lit street lights, the old-faced Wooden Pillow Stream immediately swept away.

Xiao Jin looked at her back, couldn't help but curled the corner of her lower lip, then pulled the scarf up, covering half of her face, and lowered her eyes in thought.

Muzhenxi scratched his ears and cheeks upstairs, and opened the windows of each room to see if any windows could see the downstairs. Unfortunately, none of them could be seen. Even if they could be seen, there were thirty-three The height of the floor, the people under it are only a little bit bigger than an ant, and they are useless.

Xiao Jin is such an old man, and he will sit for a while, and there will be no bad people in the community. Are you so anxious to get angry?

After Muzhenxi completed the psychological construction for himself, he went to cook the beef brisket with peace of mind. Stewing the beef brisket is time-consuming. Muzhenxi estimated that the fire was almost on the middle, so he adjusted the fire to a low heat, and went downstairs to take a peek outside the door through the glass door.

An hour has passed, and Xiao Jin has not left yet, exactly the same as the sitting position she had just walked upstairs.

She won't really sit all night, will she?

Muzhenxi frowned and went back upstairs. She began to suspect that those letters were actually written by Xiao Jin, not by her. Shouldn't it be Xiao Jin comforting her? Although she no longer needs comfort.

Wooden Pillow Creek leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, looking at the light blue flame of the gas stove, and curled the corners of his lips.

Then again, with Xiao Jin's tossing, the heavy heart that Mu Zhenxi had on his back when he came back from the company has now been swept away, and all that is left in his mind is how to make Xiao Jin return to normal.

Xiao Jin is completely opposite to her character. She is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. As long as someone walks into her heart, Muzhenxi will trust her and never hide anything. She used to be like this to Xiao Jin, especially after her grandmother was hospitalized, she treated Xiao Jin with confidence. Jin as the only support.

Xiao Jin is hot on the outside and cold on the inside. She is gentle and friendly in dealing with others and is very popular everywhere, but only she knows what she is thinking. Even if she fell in love with Muzhenxi later, she was the absolute controller in this relationship. She said what she said, and asked Muzhenxi to do what Muzhenxi did, and would not say the reason behind it.

Muzhenxi would still ask at first, but there was no answer after asking, or the answers were just nonsense from Xiao Jin. Over time, the two of them got used to this way of getting along.

It's usually fine, but when it encounters an earth-shaking event, it exposes its great drawbacks. If the two of them could sit down and communicate with each other calmly, it is very likely that they would not end up with a bleak breakup.

The beef brisket being stewed in the pot is almost done, Muzhenxi lifted the lid of the pot and glanced at it, took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick tube, and tasted the potatoes and beef brisket respectively.

It was just a little hot, and Wooden Pillow Stream made a fan with his hand and fanned the air beside his mouth.

There are other processed ingredients on the marble table beside his hand, Wooden Pillow Creek looked at it and sighed. She turned off the heat, put it in a bowl from the rice cooker, measured two bowls of rice, poured it directly into the small pot where the beef brisket was stewed, covered the pot, put a clean rag on the bottom, and put it on the On the countertop of the entrance, I washed two more spoons and wrapped them in paper towels.

She stared at the pot and the spoon for a while at the door, and resignedly thought: I probably owed Xiao Jin in my last life.

Wooden pillow stream went downstairs with the pot and sat down next to Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin was stunned: "How do you..."

Muzhenxi didn't look at her, lowered his head and fiddled with the handle of the pot, and asked lightly, "Have you had dinner?"

"No." Xiao Jin naturally saw a pot on her knees, and through the transparent glass lid, she could see the rice soaked in golden yellow soup, and Xiao Jin, who had not eaten for almost a day, screamed. a sound.

Wooden pillow Xi Xin said: I want you to be brave.

Xiao Jin couldn't believe it and thought to himself: Is this bringing me dinner?

Mu Zhenxi tilted her head and gave her a sly smile: "Then you should be hungry."

Xiao Jin: "..."

Muzhenxi deliberately slowed down, and opened the lid little by little, the crispy brisket was full of juice, and the bright yellow potatoes were stewed softly. breathe.

She swallowed silently.

Muzhenxi took out a stainless steel spoon from his coat pocket, and under Xiao Jin's eyes, he mixed the rice and potato brisket together. Gives off an alluring light.

I happened to pass by a neighbor. As soon as I smelled this domineering and rich aroma, I immediately stared at them, accusing the two who were poisoning them late at night, and then hurried away.

Muzhenxi shook the spoon in her hand as if she was holding a cat-friendly stick. She tilted her head to look at Xiao Jin in a relaxed manner: "Do you want to eat?"

Xiao Jin's throat slid, very spineless: "...Eat."