If You Are a Dodder Flower

Xiarou quietly sat in the small hall, his head and neck drooping, his eyes faintly falling on the varnished solid wood coffee table.

The coffee table that was originally ten years ago is this color, she thought. The one that was changed later, the style is the same, but the color is still deeper. About, it is the reason why the wood is different.

She really wanted to reach out and touch, the wood has a real warm touch, but at this time heard a powerful footsteps.

It is heavy and steady, and every step has a clear rhythm.

Every sound hits her heart, letting her heart violently jump, as if to earn a chest.

"Xiarou?"

A familiar voice. Low as a cello, calling her name.

Xia soft and delicate white hands suddenly clenched his fists. I took a deep breath and dared to stand up and turn around...

The man in black uniform is standing in the golden light of the setting sun. The dark uniform was outlined with a layer of gold.

His eyebrows were also caged by Jin Hui.

She was slender and tall, standing not far from her, and looking at her.

Xia Rou also looked at him, even... some crazy.

In the infatuation, seeing Cao Yang’s sharp eyebrows softened and walked slowly to her, whispering: “Festival.”

Xia Rou was shocked that he had already tears into a line. Busy bowed his head and gently wiped the tear marks on his cheeks.

Cao Yang just saw clearly that Xia Rou is not a "child" in his vague memory. Although the head only reached his shoulder, he hired Tingting, already a girl.

Short hair and cheeks, chin pointed. The thin lips are pale pink and lack blood. I am as tight as I am afraid of saying the wrong words. Wearing a black long-sleeved dress, the cheeks and the hands that overlap in front of him are white and white.

Only those big, dark eyes, when they saw him, revealed countless complex emotions, such as this moment, telling a thousand words. Thousands of words rolled in the eyes, and finally rolled down the white cheeks, but I still didn't notice.

Cao Yang remembered the death of his mother, and his hard days, which made his heart soft. A "sacred sorrow" is not only polite but also comforting.

At this point, the girl who looked at him on his shoulder dropped her head and looked at her black head. Yifa thought she was a small person. It is different from him and his younger brothers. Not the same as the women they are used to.

She is a little girl, she is lost, she is weak and weak.

"I am Cao Yang," he said.

Big brother...

Xia Rou raised his head, his face still had tears on his face, his lips twitching, but he could not spit it out.

Xia Rou, fifteen years old, should be unfamiliar to Cao Yang. He has not yet obtained the qualification to call him "Big Brother".

She finally lowered her head and screamed softly: "Cao Yang brother."

When she lowered her head, her neck was beautiful. Cao Yang remembered Cheng Yu. This supple beauty of Cheng Yu is even worse than Xia Rou, which is the reason why his father loves her.

"Don't cry," he said.

Xia Rou "hmm", wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand.

Unlike Cao Yang, her grief is not the death of her mother.

The death of her mother is already an old thing ten years ago, and she has already come out of that sorrow. Her tears couldn't stop because she couldn't think of it, she would have another day to see Cao Yang again.

She clearly remembers that when her body fell from a height, the last thing she crossed was the face of her older brother Cao Yang.

At that time, remorse filled her chest, like piercing her abdominal cavity, and wearing a body weapon made her pain.

As she lay on the floor, the blood slowly soaked through the floor, and life passed away a little.

Before the final darkness, she thought, if there is an afterlife...

If there is an afterlife...

I must listen to my older brother...

I must stop calling him angry...

She remembered the last time she met, and her big brother was so angry that she didn't dare to look at his face.

Just think of it, just regret it...

With this remorse, she died.

She just didn't expect to open her eyes and actually have an afterlife!

Twenty-five-year-old Xia Rou died. But reborn as a fifteen-year-old Xia Rou.

Seeing her eyes straightened, the cheeks that had been wiped off again rolled away tears, and Cao Yang was slightly silent. He himself has also experienced the pain of losing his mother. Naturally, he knows that the sorrow of his loved ones cannot be comforted by others.

He gave her a little time to clean up her emotions before she bowed down and said to the girl: "Sit."

"You already know," he sat across from her. "My father wants you to live in our house in the future."

"You are too young, letting you alone, we can't rest assured. Later, when it is home, it will do." He said.

After he finished, he paused and looked at Xia Rou.

Xiarou's white hands were placed on the knees that were close together, and the hanging eyelids slowly lifted up, looking at Cao Yang, gently said: "Thank you..."

Thank you, in my shelter without a branch.

Thank you, let me live under this roof, under your protection, to live in peace and grow up.

Thank you.

I am sorry.

This is the two sentences that Xia Rou owes to Cao Jia and owes Cao Yang.

As she sat in this small hall, the dusty memories slowly emerged. She remembered that on the first day of her entry into Cao's family, she was trapped in grief and uneasiness. To Cao Jiaken to take care of her, even the "thank you" did not say.

In the ten years since then, she was wrapped up in inferiority and self-respect, tormented, and she was self-pity and self-pity. She even had no chance to say "thank you."

Now, she is sincerely grateful to God, not because she can live again, but because she finally has the opportunity to say "thank you" to the Cao family.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting opposite, tall and straight.

She took courage and looked at his eyebrows carefully.

It turned out that this time, big brother he... still so young. The sharpness between the eyebrows has already condensed, but compared to ten years later, like a knife, the introversion of the momentum, or a slight owe some heat.

He is fourteen years older than her. At this time... it should be only twenty-nine.

Her eyes fell on the shoulders of his uniform. Major, a 29-year-old major. It’s a step faster than his peers.

But she knows that he will go faster. That is, at the beginning of next year, after he disappeared for half a year, he had a medal for the first-class merit and was replaced with the epaulette of the lieutenant colonel.

But what made her more memorable than this was the shocking bullet on his jaw side.

As long as you slant down a little bit, it is the deadly fatality of the human body. Every time she saw it, she was shocked.

The scar did not damage his handsome, and even added a bit of mightyness to him.

But now, Xia Rou wants to take a good look at Cao Yang's face, and wants to engrave this face without any scars in his heart.

When her eyes slammed into the eyes of Cao Yang’s sharp examination, she only realized a slight glimpse of her own gaffe.

She then lowered her eyes and lowered her head, soft and sly, like a really gentle 15-year-old girl.

Cao Yang examined her.

When the girl said "thank you" to his eyes, I don't know if it was his illusion. It seemed to be a kind of pious and serious. When I looked at him, there were too many complicated and unspeakable emotions in the dark eyes, and there was a faint instinct. At her age, there are some subtle differences.

But this does not prevent him from interpreting the meaning of closeness from her embarrassment. It is not for the benefit of the deliberately close charm, but because of the relief he feels when he sees him. This makes it difficult for him to give birth to a bad feeling.

Perhaps because of the precociousness of the girl, he thought that at the age of fifteen, the boy was still running on the court, and the girls had already understood everything.

This precocity appeared in a girl who lost her mother and no father. A man like Cao Yang naturally gave birth to a bit of pity.

"It’s not a coincidence today, everyone suddenly has something to do.” He said, “Only you have dinner with two of me at night. You should take a break first, and then eat and call you.”

"Your room...because things are a bit sudden, they only started to rectify in the first two days. It will take some time to live. My fourth brother is returning to China, and he is renovating his study. Now the whole second floor is being made, and there is no way to live. You live in the annex first. If you get it, move to the second floor," he said.

Yes, the fourth brother came back shortly after she lived in Cao’s house...

Thinking of Cao’s closest person to her, Xia Rou’s heart gave birth to warmth. There was no objection to Cao Yang’s arrangement to let her live in the annex, and she nodded happily: “Good.”

Quietly followed the old week to go to the annex.

Cao Yang is very satisfied.

As Cao Bin said, this is not a cat raising a dog, this is to raise a big living. For a few of them, it is really a big problem.

He had thought about it before seeing her. If she is obedient, they will take her as a sister, and grow up for her to study. In the future, she will find a husband and give her her family. If she is in trouble, she will let her go to the adulthood and give her some money. Why should she go? In short, let his father fulfill his commitment to Cheng Yu, all his love with her for several years.

Fortunately, Xia Rou seems to be a very well-behaved child. I hope she can be as worry-free as her mother.

Thinking of Cheng Yu, Cao Yang could not help but sigh.

When he remembered that year, his father got acute appendicitis and took a knife to rest at home. Although a full-time nurse was at home for 24 hours, Cheng Hao came over and stayed with him for two days.

As the eldest son of his father, he clearly noticed the comfort of his father's eyebrows during those two days. Just because the woman was with him, reading him and cutting apples for him.

However, Cheng Yu only stayed for two days, and hurried home, there are children at home, can not be thrown to the babysitter for too long.

He clearly felt the loss of his father.

"Or else you would call Cheng to live at home," he said.

The father took his eyes and said: "No need."

At that time, he thought that although his father liked to become a shackle, he did not reach the level necessary to be relative to her. I threw this away.

Until Cheng Yu died, his father suddenly seemed to be a few years old, and he realized it.

Father... is so careful to guard this home. When they were young, they were protected to grow up peacefully. After they were adults, they would not let the sons centrifuge with him for anyone.

Young couples come and go, in order to protect this home, the price the father pays is old and unaccompanied.

The third child is still young and still not experienced.

He and his second brother Cao Bin were sad for his father.