The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan quickly realized the whole story.

Sighing in his heart, he held Tang Jiao's face with his hands and rubbed it.

"Sorry, I haven't been in a good mood these days. It affects you, right?"

Tang Jiao pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes wet.

Xiao Jingchuan straightened up and took the aggrieved girl into his arms.

"It's my fault, don't be unhappy, okay?"

He put his knuckles through the twice-rolled scarf, reached in, and massaged the warm back of Tang Jiao's neck soothingly. He patted his back gently and discussed in a warm voice:

"On Christmas, let's go to the Quinoa Garden to see the first snow and cherry blossoms, okay? There is a top of a mountain in the manor, which is a very suitable location. Uncle Zhang told me that the cherry blossoms there are blooming very well these days."

Tang Jiao grabbed the hem of Xiao Jingchuan's clothes with his little hands, nodded in his arms, and asked softly:

"Then you are still in a bad mood now, can I help you?"

The voice is so soft that it makes people feel heartbroken.

Where Tang Jiao couldn't see her, Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were dark, and he hugged the petite girl who was only as tall as his collarbone tightly.

"Not anymore."

……

On Sunday morning, Tang Jiao got up from bed excitedly with a full sleep.

I opened the closet and rummaged through it for a long time.

Unknowingly, most of her clothes had been moved here from home, some of which Xiao Jingchuan had bought for her before.

Tang Jiao rummaged through the cabinets and looked in the mirror for a long time to match the outfits, and finally chose the set of clothes he had chosen at the beginning.

An off-white mid-length bread down jacket, paired with an apricot turtleneck sweater and skirt.

It looks warm, sweet and gentle.

The girl in the mirror had her hair hanging down to her ears, and the scar on the side of her head had long been covered up, completely invisible.

Tang Jiao turned around in the mirror and patted the hem of his clothes with satisfaction.

She pulled out a shoe box with exquisite and high-end packaging from the bottom of the closet.

These were new limited edition sneakers that she bought with the money she saved from her part-time job. They were the same pair that she had fallen in love with at first glance.

Fortunately, Qin Li helped her get a scalper ticket grabbing software, otherwise her hand speed would definitely be inferior.

Tang Jiao opened the shoe box and looked at the fashionable, low-key and cool shoes inside. He closed it lightly with satisfaction and packed it in a matching bag.

By the time she packed her lunch box, put on her stuffed rabbit satchel, and put on her shoes, it was already 08:30.

She made an appointment with Xiao Jingchuan to meet at the bus stop below Liyuan Garden at 10 o'clock.

Originally, Xiao Jingchuan had to come to pick her up, but Tang Jiao wanted to give him a surprise and bring the gift there in person, so he insisted on going there by himself.

She hummed and carried her things and got on the bus. She was very happy along the way. Even when she saw the red light, she felt happy.

She took out her phone for the umpteenth time and clicked on the weather forecast. When she saw the snowy sign on it, her mood index went up to one star.

Another black car roared past the bus stop.

Tang Jiao clicked on his phone, looked at the chat box with no reply, and twitched his eyebrows.

Hmm... maybe I'm driving and it's inconvenient to look at my phone!

This place is located in a private villa area. She has been the only one at the bus station for a long time, but it is quiet and comfortable.

Tang Jiao held his cell phone and sat on the bus seat, shaking his feet happily.

"Guru~"

After a busy morning and before she had time to eat breakfast, Tang Jiao took out a sandwich from the stuffed rabbit satchel. She bought it at a convenience store before setting off and forgot to eat it.

It's 10:30. It's Christmas and there are many people. Is there a traffic jam on the road?

Tang Zi tore open the wrapping paper and took a bite of the sandwich.

……

"Hey, little girl, little girl."

Tang Jiao woke up suddenly and was startled when he saw the strange uncle holding an iron rod in front of him.

"Why are you sitting here sleeping in the cold weather? You can go home now. This station will not carry passengers today because the underground pipes are being renovated."

Tang Jiao took a closer look and found a construction vehicle parked on the side of the road, surrounded by several workers also wearing construction clothes.

Tang Jiao carried the things in confusion and walked aside.

Why did she fall asleep while sitting up? What time was it?Where is Xiao Jingchuan?

With difficulty, I freed my hand to take out my phone, and it was almost 12 o'clock!

Tang Jiao frowned and looked at the empty chat box.

Make a voice call and wait until it hangs up automatically and no one answers.

Is the phone broken?

Tang Jiao felt a little uneasy, worried that something had happened to Xiao Jingchuan on the road.

Otherwise, she should go back first?Tang Jiao looked down at the shoe box in his hand and pursed his lips.

Just wait. If Xiao Jingchuan comes and can't find her, it won't be a problem.

Tang Jiao raised his head and looked around. The air here is fresh, the scenery is very good, and the space is very open.

The last time she came to Liyuan was in the middle of the night. She fell asleep on the car in Xiaojingchuan and didn't know the road at all.

She stood on her feet and looked for a while, then walked a little further before she saw a small pavilion where she could rest.

Tang Jiao carried his things, sat down, wiped the dusty stone bench with a paper towel, then sighed and sat down.

Anyway, there was no one left and right, so she clicked on her phone and played a song directly, and the beautiful singing voice floated out.

"Can I miss you?

I need to cheer myself up,

The weather in July, August and September,

Like me and you need a heavy rain..."

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"Master, everything is ready. My wife is also downstairs."

The housekeeper pushed open the door and stood at the door of the dark bedroom, speaking cautiously.

Xiao Jingchuan stood up, dressed in black, picked up the black coat beside the sofa, put it on, and walked out calmly.

"Let's go."

Four hours later, Ancheng.

Two limousines arrived at the foot of a high-end cemetery.

The wheel turned left and drove up the mountain road.

"It's the 24th again, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. Chuan'er is 17 years old this year, so we Qingqing should also be 26 years old."

Lin Xiaopei looked out the window at the well-maintained mountain scenery with moist eyes.

Xiao Sheng glanced at his son sitting in the passenger seat, held his wife's hand, and patted it comfortingly.

"Yes, the children have grown up, and I have grown old, but you are still so young."

The man who is nearly fifty years old and in a high position is well-maintained and looks very handsome and majestic.

Lin Xiaopei smiled and gave him a look, "What nonsense are you talking about? You can only fool people."

She leaned forward, gently touched her son's already very broad shoulders, and said softly: "Chuan'er, sister must miss you. Talk to sister more later."

"Got it, Mom."

Xiao Jingchuan stared ahead without moving.

When we got off the bus, the drizzle and light snow suddenly fell from the mountain.

It has started to snow here.

Xiao Jingchuan stood there in a daze for a while.

"Chuan'er, here you go."

In front is Xiaoqing's tomb.

Xiao Jingchuan walked forward, and every step seemed to be easier than in previous years.

Xiaoqing has been lively and noisy since she was a child. She loves to tease him the most. If she can make her cold brother angry once, she will be happy for the whole day.

Even if ten years pass, she will probably still have this temperament.

Xiao Jingchuan relaxed his mouth slightly and walked closer in a few steps.

"Hey, why are there flowers here? This flower..."

Following Lin Xiaopei's confused voice, Xiao Jingchuan's eyes fell on the tombstone.

A bouquet of coquettishly blooming black mandala is placed quietly in front of the tombstone.

Xiao Jingchuan's pupils suddenly tightened!

His face changed drastically and turned pale!

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Mandala... black mandala..."