The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

In the ear is the sound of the fan whispering, Yu Zhile opened his eyes in the dark and whispered with a tone: "Xiaohuan, are you asleep?"

After not waiting for an echo for a long time, Yu Zhile thought that Yu Zihuan was asleep, and wanted to move his arm because he kept lying down with his hands and feet lying down. As a result, he just raised his hand, but heard Yu Zihuan's clear voice coming from her feet. "You Can't sleep? Still feel hot?"

Yu Zhile did not fall asleep, but not because of the heat, but was always worried that he would not sleep well and stepped on Yu Zihuai's face in the middle of the night. "No, there is a fan that is not hot at all, that is..."

"What is it?"

"If I stepped on your face, would you turn your face with me?" Yu Zhile said quickly with a suffocated breath, anxiously waiting for Yu Zihuan's answer.

In the dark, Yu Zhile heard Yu Zi roll over and replaced her with a face lying on the side of the wall, giving a promise, "No. Go to sleep."

If it doesn't, why use the back of the head to face her feet?

Yu Zhile felt the disgust from the children and closed her eyes slightly, but this time without psychological obstacles, she relaxed and fell asleep quickly.

Yu Zhile, who has been sleeping on the sofa for more than a month, slept in a dark place on the first bed. He didn’t hear the alarm clock in the morning. He was curled up in the towel blanket and wanted to continue to sleep. Yu Zihuan was too noisy by the alarm clock. She reached out and pushed her calf. She woke up.

Yu Zhile had seen it at more than half past six, and an excited person turned over to get out of bed, got up to wash, prepare breakfast, and when breakfast was served to the table, Yu Zihuan had not yet got up. She pushed open the door and observed Yu Zihuan, who had her eyes closed for a while. It’s not like he’s going on vacation for nearly a month. He’s standing by the door and saying, “If you want to sleep, sleep more, and have breakfast on the table. I’ll leave you for lunch, and warm yourself up OK?"

Yu Zihuan didn't open his eyes and let out a faint hum from his nasal cavity. He didn't know if he heard Yu Zhile clearly. Yu Zhile was about to close the door, but when he saw him sitting up with his hands up, frowning and scratching the back of his head, his eyes opened a slit, and he went to the bathroom with slippers.

Yu Zhile was a little helpless, listening to the sound of water in the closed bathroom door and the sound of Yu Zihuan brushing his teeth. She used to spend as long as she could stay in bed during the summer vacation, let alone go to work with an adult, she could not be left unattended, she could play crazy with children or classmates in the neighbor's house, and she could play well without her friends. Happy, how could you like Yu Zihuan to go to the supermarket to help you without any trouble, even if you don't help you are still learning.

In fact, Yu Zhile generally understands Yu Zihuan’s psychology. He sticks to her every day not only because there is no playmate of the same age, but also because of the extreme lack of security. After Yu Zhile gains his trust, even if he does not realize it, he is subconscious She was worried that she would disappear like her grandmother and mother, and Yu Zhile, after all, was unrelated to him. He said that if he was not good, he would be annoyed with him and leave him. Only when he saw it in his eyes could he be at ease.

This was decided by his bumpy experience. Yu Zhile couldn't change it in a short time, only to care for him as much as possible, to eliminate his uneasiness, so that he could play wildly on holidays like other children. So many concerns.

Soon it was Friday, Yu Zhile, who was busy with various trivial tasks such as work, cooking and writing novels, had long forgotten that the aunt No. 1 had arranged a blind date for her. She finished dinner at about six o'clock in the evening and just sat down with Yu Zihuan at the small table. With a jingle, as the doorbell rang, there was a loud voice like Aunt No.1's broken gong.

"Xiao Yu, are you at home? Why haven't you been to the tea room yet? My big nephew has been waiting for a long time!"

Yu Zhile was shocked, but had no plans to answer the door, preparing to pretend that no one was at home. Yu Zihuan saw that she did not respond, and looked at it strangely. She opened her mouth and seemed to want to speak. Yu Zhile put a hand over his mouth and made a silent gesture, shaking her head at him with a frowning eyebrow.

Yu Zihuan realized what she meant, and although no one understood it, she nodded to show her understanding. Yu Zhile released her hand, carefully got up from the chair, crept to the door, and lay on the door to listen to the outside.

"It's strange, there is no one in the house." Aunt saw no answer for a long time on the 1st, whispered in a small voice, and turned to leave and still glanced suspiciously at the door of Yu Zihuan's house.

Yu Zhile was relieved to hear her footsteps going downstairs, leaning against the door like a gecko.

Yu Zihuan was so funny to see her limbs sticking to the door, "What does Aunt Zhang ask you for? It's so nervous."

Yu Zhile sat back at the table, picked the best part of the fish belly and clipped it to Yu Zihuan, said lightly: "Nothing, just introduce me to know me."

Yu Zhile didn’t say it was a blind date, but he was afraid that Yu Zihuan would think more, but despite his young age, he still thought of what it means to "introduce his personal knowledge." His faint smile and relaxed expression dimmed, and he bowed his head with chopsticks. Fiddled with the fish in the bowl, the drooping eyelashes were thickly curled, and a small blue shadow was cast on the fundus, covering up the complex emotions in his eyes, "Then why don't you go?"

"Is there anything to go." Yu Zhile put a chopstick straw mushroom into his mouth, just in front of Yu Zihuan who raised his eyes.

"You don't want to... don't want to get married and form your own family?" Yu Zihuan stared at Yu Zhile's expression without blinking, fearing to miss the most subtle changes.

What he wanted to ask before he changed his mouth temporarily was, did she not want to leave his burden?

Yu Zhile was softened by his sparkling drooping eyes and slightly frowning brows, and couldn't help but reveal a kind, motherlike smile. After realizing it again, she looked awkward for her premature flooding Motherhood was radiant and ashamed, then patted Yu Zihuan's back and smiled: "How old am I? It is too early to talk about marriage."

Yu Zihuan still stared at her closely, with some doubts in her eyes.

Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed, "Don't you want to say that I am very old now?"

For a child who turns 14 next month, she is indeed an old woman at the age of 22. But Yu Zhile can vomit herself, but not allow others to speak.

"Shut up." Yu Zhile squinted at Yu Zihuan, and then made a zipper action on her mouth. "It is not allowed to say that you will not have breakfast tomorrow."

Yu Zihuan was amused by her disturbed expression and movement. The vortex pressure of two small pears in the corner of her mouth could not be suppressed, and she did not speak any more obediently, digging up and pulling up the food in the bowl.

After evading the shock of dinner, when Yu Zhile and Yu Zihuan went to exercise in the evening, they were still caught by Aunt No.1, and there was a man beside her who looked more than 30 years old and was about one meter six or five meters tall. , Wearing glasses, a man with oily hair.

Yu Zhile, who was playing basketball, was pulled aside by Aunt No. 1 and introduced to the man. Her clothes were almost soaked with sweat, clung to her body, and outlined the uneven lines, while the man’s eyes were always on her chest. Spinning around the waist and hips, coupled with his smirk, revealing the indescribable insignificance, made Yu Zhile uncomfortable and uncomfortable for a while.

"Xiao Yu, why didn't you go to the tea room at night?" Aunt No. 1 held Yu Zhile's hand, with a blame in her tone, turning her face and showing a big smile to the man, "Fortunately, my big nephew, Come, this is Yu Zhile, Xiao Yu. This is Zhang Faqiang, my nephew, you call him Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Faqiang smiled at Yu Zhile with a frown, and wanted to hold her hand when he came up. "Tell the teacher to see more, and call me Brother Zhang."

Yu Zhile avoids shaking hands with him without a trace, laughs, and says to Aunt No. 1: "Aunt Zhang, I said I was not free, did you forget?"

Auntie quickly looked at Zhang Faqiang on the 1st and gave Yu Zhile a strange look. The meaning in her eyes clearly blamed her for not giving face, "Are you free? Are you still playing basketball with your younger brother? Strong? How good are the people, or the teacher."

When Zhang Aiqiang praised him on the 1st, he trimmed his clothes around his neck and wanted to show a non-arrogant attitude, but from the perspective of Yu Zhile, he could only see that he was almost bald but covered with the hair on the top of his head.

This is the mature and stable that Aunt No. 1 said a few days ago, tall and handsome? It's true to be mature, but whoever he is will be more mature than he was in his early twenties. As for tall and handsome? Doesn’t Yu Zhilego’s Xie Dingnan have anything to do with these four words?

There was a chuckle at the right time, and Aunt No. 2, who eavesdropped on a few people, spoke lightly to several other aunts: "How come I don't know when I can be called a teacher when I look at the gate in front of the school, it is a joke."

"Who are you talking about?" Aunt No. 1 hadn't dealt with her, and she exploded a little.

"I said, who knows clearly in their own minds, and wears pair of glasses and flat mirrors in a human-like manner?" Aunt No. 2 said with a grin, completely ignoring Aunt No. 1.

The two didn't agree, and they started to talk again.

Zhang Faqiang, who was exposed, couldn't hold it. At this time, Yu Zihuan, who had been paying attention to the situation here, also came over, stood next to Yu Zhile and asked her if there was anything, watching Zhang Faqiang's eyes full of vigilance.

Zhang Faqiang smiled at him, "Are you Xiaoyu's brother?"

Yu Zhile and Yu Zihuan didn’t want to care about him, but he didn’t seem to realize it. He continued: "Your younger brother is so old. I heard my aunt say you are a cashier in the supermarket. He often follows him to help. Go to work there?"

"Work well early, and you won't have to rely on your home in the future." Zhang Faqiang said as if he was already Yu Zihuan's brother-in-law, nodding his head and looking at him as if he used his family's money for food, clothing, and clothing. Can't let your sister keep you up all the time, and her salary will still subsidize her family..."

Yu Zhile pulled his face and tried to hold back the curse*, and said to Zhang Faqiang decisively: "Your child is eager to rush him out to work in junior high school? Anyway, my child will not! Don't say you are not related to me now, even if there is Relationship, it’s also my business if I’m willing to raise my brother!

After finishing talking, she pulled Yu Zihuan away and turned away. She was too lazy to talk nonsense with Aunt No.1. After that she would gossip.

The two of them didn't speak all the way, Yu Zhile was angry, but Yu Zihuan was looking pensive. When Yu Zhile opened the door, Yu Zihuan stood behind her, silent in the dim corridor, and suddenly sounded a juvenile and thin voice. The firmness and solemnity of it could not be ignored, "I will be admitted to the best high school, the best University, I will support you in the future."

Yu Zhile's movement to turn the key paused, turning back and smiling, seeing the teeth and not seeing the eyes, but did not take it seriously, "Well, I remember, you can't regret it."