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Summer is here, and the cherry trees in the yard have long disappeared from the shadow of flowers, and green leaves have been drawn. The banana trees are green and the honeysuckle trees are green and tender, and the gradual green layer covers the small courtyard.

Zhen Yi sat on the wicker chair and stared out the window.

Since the last accident, Grandpa lived in a mental nursing home, and this small building deep in the school has become a safe haven for her.

The wooden edge opened the window, and a few pots of sunflowers on the window sill were bright yellow and brilliant.

When the wind blew, small clusters squeezed and huddled, very cute.

Zhen Yi had no interest, and the mood was gloomy like a clouded rainy day, and it was really funny compared to the bright sunshine outside the window.

The old-fashioned phone jingled, she was so tired that she didn't want to move, she supported herself and grabbed the phone: "Which one?"

She heard her voice angry.

"Zhen Yi." Yan Ge's voice was low, through the earpiece, it seemed warmer and calmer than usual.

Her throat seemed to be blocked and she was speechless.

That day, she said she was going to eat, but she lost, so she fled. The phone shuts down and disappears. She knew that otherwise it would be exploded by the reporter of the firm's client.

She didn't know how she would know that she was hiding here, but when you disappear, someone in the world can always know where you are, this feeling is really ... people want to cry.

She held the telephone receiver, stunned, silent.

Yan said: "I am at the door, can I open the door to let me in?"

The sound of the wooden door of the yard squeaking and pushing opened at the same time as the receiver and the window, and they overlapped.

"Okay." She had a weak voice, put down the phone, and went to open the door.

Outside the house, Yange received his mobile phone, walked up the stairs, and the wooden door opened.

Zhen Yi's face appeared pale and powerless in front of him; she was wearing slippers and she was a bit taller than usual. The dress pajamas were thin and thin, making her stand thin and small, and could not stand upright.

She opened the door without looking at him, turned around, climbed into the wicker chair and lay down, and did not speak to him.

Yan Yan glanced inside the house, dirty clothes piled up on the sofa, takeaway boxes and packing paper were packed with coffee tables, and water stains and food stains scattered everywhere.

He walked over to her, and she looked straight out the window.

"Having a bad mood?"

"Why are you in a bad mood?" She turned her eyes and stared at him unfriendlyly.

"There is something wrong with the case. Qi Mian lied to you. Qi Xingyuan was pitting you. The media said you were a bad lawyer." He was outspoken.

"Do you want to kill me alive?" Zhen Yi almost jumped up, helpless physically, and back again, his chest undulating, "I will be in a bad mood because of this kind of thing? You are too small to look at me."

"Because of your words, I'm in a bad mood now." Don't overdo it, don't look at him.

Yange put his hands in his pockets and raised his chin to the living room: "This is not like the life state of a person in a good mood." Her eyes fell on her pale and haggard face again. "You don't look like you are in a good mood now." . "

"That's because ..." Zhen Yi closed her eyes helplessly, "I have diarrhea."

"..." The expression glanced slightly, repeating slowly, "Diarrhea?"

"What can I eat and what can I pull off?" Zhen Yi was feeble. "I dare not drink water now."

"..."

It was obvious that her lips were chapped.

"Why not go to the hospital?"

"Don't!" She covered her stomach and grunted uncomfortably. "Let's just hold it. It used to be like this before. And, as long as I go to the hospital to get an injection or take medicine, it will cause constipation when I'm done. like."

"..."

Words really don't understand what a woman's mind holds, so she can endure such pain for what she calls good-looking. "Several days?"

"Only all day."

"Only?" He judged his eyes.

"Look what? I just don't want constipation, this is my freedom!"

"Zhen Yi," he explained patiently, "you will cause dehydration and electrolyte disturbance ..."

Zhen Yi staggered her ears exaggeratedly, saying "I said as if I would listen."

"" Yan Ge stopped talking, looked at her for a few seconds, turned and left.

Zhen Yi thought he was leaving, and looked back quickly, but saw him enter the kitchen.

Soon, I heard the sound of water flowing, the sound of rice grains slamming, thin, very gentle, without the sound of pots and pans colliding, and it seemed that he did not eat fireworks when entering the kitchen.

"I don't need to eat, I will diarrhea after eating." Zhen Yi yelled.

Ignore it over there.

Zhen Yi didn't care about him anymore and lay his head down.

The sun shines through the cherry tree leaves, warm; there is a light honeysuckle fragrance in the air, soft; the ear is the voice of a man in the kitchen, warm;

She was suddenly a little sleepy.

Her belly was empty and she was still calling, but she was drowsy.

In a daze, it seemed to smell the smell of rice, and I didn't know how long I slept. Someone touched her gently.

Opening her eyes, Yange held the bowl in one hand and supported her shoulder with the other: "Get up and eat something."

Zhen Yi rubbed her eyes, it was porridge, and she grumbled sadly: "I really can't eat it, but I still pull it out." While talking, I rubbed the skin of his bare arm outside, so comfortable.

"There will be no problem eating porridge, listen to the doctor." He insisted, but his voice was soft.

"really?"

"Well, although it is said to affect your appetite now, rice can promote the solid formation of excreta." He tried to choose euphemism.

Zhen Yi took the hot porcelain bowl and didn't feel any appetite at all, but was very appetite.

A bowl of porridge is steaming and naturally fragrant. It is very thick and sticky, as if water and rice are fused, the color is also very beautiful, jade white and white, crystal clear, take a spoon and scoop a spoon, heavy.

Zhen Yi didn't know that she could boil porridge like this, thinking it was a must for porridge shop.

Breathing heat, put it in the mouth, the taste is sticky, a little salty, it looks very fresh.

She knew he must have put salt because not long ago he said that diarrhea would cause electrolyte disturbance.

"When I went to middle school, my aunt asked me to cook porridge. Every time I cook, the rice grains are rice grains, and the water is water, which can only be called porridge." She turned to look at the words.

He rolled up his sleeves and packed the dirty clothes in the clothes basket while packing the living room, and packed the garbage in plastic bags. While cleaning carefully, answer her: "That's because you are not patient enough."

"Patience?" Zhen Yi swallowed porridge, "Is this the secret to making porridge?"

"No secret, just keep it."

Keep watching?

Zhen Yi glanced at the wall clock, and an hour had passed!

He stayed for more than an hour.

She did not have patience. It was very troublesome to cook porridge. Covering the lid, the rice soup would come out. Without the lid, the water would boil quickly; only standing aside, adding water over and over, stirring it with a spoon in a circle, it was cooked.

She thought of him standing by the stove, for an hour, Qingxiu's face was always clean and plain, without any impatience, and she suddenly ironed it in her heart, warm and moved, as if it was soaking into the warm spring water.

Yange put the clothes into the washing machine, took the rag out and wiped the coffee table, and then took the mop to prepare the floor.

Zhen Yi is not very embarrassed: "Let's leave it, I will come by myself later."

The expression raised his head: "No, it's too dirty here, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"..."

Dr. Ang, a cleansing lover, she likes it the most.

She ate a big bowl of porridge, and her stomach was much better.

When everything was cleaned, Yan opened all the wooden windows on the first floor, and the room was bright and clear.

He just sat down, actually saw that the bowl on the table was not pleasing to him, and silently carried it away.

Then go back to the living room and sit on the chair beside Zhen Yi.

Both looked at the green outside the window silently. After a long time, she turned back to look at her inadvertently. She didn't know what she was thinking.

She was lying sideways, her nightdress was very thin, attached to her legs, and her two legs were exposed, thin lotus roots, symmetrical and slender.

Some of her words are really like a curse, which has been shaking in his ears, and he remembers how many years ago she whispered beside him "My world-class beautiful legs!"

With a self-denying look, he slowly said: "Do you still mind Qi Qi's business?"

Zhen Yi looked at him: "Do you believe that I taught Qi Qian to lie?"

The appearance is so brave, I really still mind.

The words were clear at a glance and said, "I probably know what kind of person you are."

Such a plain sentence made Zhen Yi's nose sore.

"You just know, I don't care about anything else," she said stubbornly.

The saddest and most embarrassing day was that he was watching in the auditorium. He wanted to show him what she was most impressed with, but he let him see her helplessness, embarrassment and misery.

She had never been so humiliated and stood in the courtroom, eager to burrow.

Now thinking of the embarrassment at that time, she blushed with shame.

Yan Yan looked at her with a sad face, not very accustomed to appease: "Zhen Yi, don't be sad, feel better."

Zhen Yi looked at him suspiciously and was flattered. He didn't believe it was from his mouth. He had never comforted her before.

She turned around to see him, but the moment he called, she was already in a good mood.

Her legs stretched out and her feet hooked his legs: "Do you want me to be happy? You sleep with me, and sleep with me, I will be happy."

"..." Yange said, "I'm still in a mood to joke, it seems to be in a good mood."

"Humph!"

Zhen Yi's mouth was deflated and his body twisted over again.

At this time, he didn't know what to say.

In the summer afternoon, the house is exceptionally quiet, and there is still a hint of rice porridge in the living room.

Zhen Yi lay sideways in a large wooden rattan rocking chair, her eyes stubbornly open, somehow, in a moody mood, took a light breath and said lonely:

"You never coax me. When you are your girlfriend, you don't coax; now you are not, you do not coax. Every time, I have to coax myself."

This said sad, but she was not sad at all, nor sad, but rather calm.

She stared at the warm sunlight on the leaves outside the window, stunned.

The summer wind blew in, and her large rocking chair stood upright. She thought it was an illusion, but soon, the rocking chair swayed greatly, and she lay beside her, squeezing and lying down with her.

The recliner room was a little small, the two bodies were tightly overlapped and squeezed together, and she could even feel the regular ups and downs of his chest. She shrunk beside him, covered by his tall body, and her heart beat instantly.

Too close.

He has never been like this.

She looked up at him anxiously and opened her mouth, but was speechless.

"Is this like sleeping with you? Will you be happy this way?" He said in a clear voice.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes lazily, as if he was really going to sleep. Sleeping face is so timeless and quiet, telling her to look away.

He seemed to feel something, slowly opened his eyes, looked down at her, and suddenly, he was a little dazed. He had never seen her expression like this, and looked at him without blinking, ignorant, even stupid, blushing, actually shy.

In fact, she made a more intimate move towards him, but every time she took the initiative, so she could not be shy; as if this time, because of his initiative, she made a normal girl.

He was suddenly a little sorry, sorry he always forgot, she is actually a girl.

She finally reacted, lowering her eyes and scornfully pouting: "Unhappy! You guy who can only play word games."

"Huh, I want a full set of benefits." She turned over and hugged his body, and her head was squeezed on his shoulder. She finally found a comfortable angle to hug, "You must not push me, otherwise I I just climbed on you so that you could n’t shake it off. "

It ’s like she did n’t stick and he did n’t know.

He really didn't push her.

Lying in a wicker chair with her, shaking slowly, it feels really good.

Zhen Yi leaned back in his arms, his thoughts dangling, loose and lazy.

She said: "I was trained by the presiding judge that day."

"why?"

"Although Qi Mian lied to me, I didn't have enough discriminating ability." She blushed slightly, making her blush by mistake, but she also had to work hard to save herself,

"I'm not right. It was because I came up with the limelight and spent so much attention on fancy debates and eloquence, but I didn't really do the back work on the ground and ignored the basic investigation. Yin Duo is indeed a barrister, and it is really worth learning.

She was so humble, and surprised him a little.

It is more important to learn from failure than to fail. No wonder it is growing so fast.

Only, do n’t mention Yin Duo?

He frowned slightly: "Make a mistake, better than late."

"Ok."

A refreshing scent overflowed in the cool breeze. Can't tell whether it was honeysuckle or the smell on him.

She gradually fell asleep, murmured, "I am actually a little disappointed about Qi Mian."

"Huh?" He lowered his head slightly, her nose softly and warmly, spraying from his neck into his chest, itching. When he lowered his head and opened his eyes, he saw her lazy and white sleeping face, crooked on his shoulder.

Her little soft body was next to him, and his heartbeat seemed to be out of beat.

Gazing quietly at her for a while, he finally closed his eyes safely.

She closed her eyes: "Even if there is a money transaction, even if there is a confidentiality agreement, he still doesn't believe me. If someone wants to believe a person, why is it so difficult?"

"Although you don't trust the client's words, you actually believe in them, right?"

"Yes, I'm too affectionate, and I should eat and grow." She bit her lip and leaned against him.

The rocking chair shook slowly, and there was his powerful heartbeat in the ear, Zhen Yi felt at ease and quiet: Fortunately, she believed him, and fortunately he deserved her trust.

Compared to not being trusted, she thought that there was no trustworthy person, even more sad.

He closed his eyes and slept beside her, but he seemed to sense her thoughts and slowly called her: "Zhen Yi."

"Ok?"

"You called me that day, I didn't receive it, I'm sorry."

"Ok."

The world is quiet, the wind is on the treetops, and the sun is good.

He said, "Thank you for trusting me that way."

It's so precious to trust life like that.

"No thanks." She closed her eyes, curled up in his arms, tears in the corners of her eyes, and smiles in the corners of her lips.

The rocking chair is still shaking gently, how good it is to hug and sleep.

Being able to sleep with him, she felt peaceful in her heart.

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