In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe looked directly into his eyes: "How do you know I don't like to be jealous? I remember that I never told you my preferences, right?"

She usually ate at Cheng Qianhuai's house, and what he always cooked was to her liking, so she only said it was delicious and did not raise other topics.

So why does Cheng Qianhuai always get stuck on her preference every time she makes something?

She may not realize it at first, but the longer they spend time together, the more she feels that she is invisible in front of him.

The two of them had been together for more than half a year. Song Jinhe could also figure out some of Cheng Qianhuai's preferences, but they were far inferior to his understanding of her.

The problem was pointed out directly by her. Cheng Qianhuai grasped the chopsticks slightly harder, then lowered his head to eat the noodles, and quickly began to look for excuses in his mind.

"Don't even think about lying to me, Cheng Qianhuai. If you think I won't be angry or have a temper, then you can give it a try."

Song Jinhe picked up a noodle and sucked it into his mouth. The noodles were chewy and delicious. It was obvious that he had put a lot of thought into kneading the dough.

She knew that he had no ill intentions towards her, and she also knew that he cared for and valued her.

But she always felt that there was a mask on his face and she never took it off.

Cheng Qianhuai knew that if he kept hiding it, he might never have any contact with her again.

With a feeble sigh, he pushed the bowl of hand-made noodles in front of him to make some room, and then took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.

The book cannot be said to be very big. There are all kinds of gorgeous patterns painted on the cover. The lavender base is obviously the most popular object among young girls in stationery stores.

Song Jinhe hesitantly took the book and opened it and saw her name on the first page.

The handwriting was a little childish, but she could recognize that she had written it stroke by stroke.

"Is this my notebook?"

She asked hesitantly, and Cheng Qianhuai nodded slightly: "After you bought it, you suddenly didn't like it, so you threw it to me sitting next to the trash can."

Song Jinhe frowned. She didn't remember this happening at all, but she also knew that she could do such a thing as a freshman in high school.

She has always liked the new and dislikes the old. Naturally, she won't take the old book seriously anymore when she has a better-looking one.

But she felt it was a bit wasteful, so she probably just found someone and gave it away without paying much attention to the person who accepted the notebook.

Cheng Qianhuai's throat tightened slightly as he looked at her little face full of doubts.

"It was my birthday, and I thought this was a gift from you."

After saying that, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Later, I naturally knew that this was just a misunderstanding, but I was also very happy.

Because I have always been ridiculed and abused by others since I was a child, this book is the only kindness to me. "

Song Jinhe felt a little sour in her heart. She opened the book and suddenly discovered what was recorded in it.

It's all about her, the restaurants she often goes to, the meals she often orders, the style of clothes she likes to wear, the choices and changes in taste.

"I know it's wrong to secretly spy on your preferences, but I was living in suppressed pain every day. Your smile was my only salvation and a ray of light in my dark life.

This behavior of mine is indeed very shameless, but otherwise I wouldn't be able to persist. "

Cheng Qianhuai's mind flashed to his father's beatings, his mother's disgust, and the ridicule and ridicule of children of his own age.

All this is the nightmare in his heart, the source of nightmares, and the mud that buries his heart.

Unable to break free, he originally thought of continuing to indulge in it until he was abandoned by society and rushed towards the end of his life.

But Song Jinhe's appearance gave him motivation, a reason to live, and the hope of fighting hard.

"To tell you the truth, everything I have now is to make myself a knight who protects you, to be qualified to stand by your side, and to be able to say good morning to you generously."

A wry smile appeared on Cheng Qianhuai's lips: "I don't dare to hope for anything, I just hope that I can be closer to the light in my life, and closer."

Song Jinhe's hand holding the notebook was a little hard. She really couldn't imagine that Cheng Qianhuai had been hiding beside her for a long time. From the first year of high school to the present, she had never noticed this little tail following her in all these years.

"You can say hello to me."

She sighed and spoke.

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head: "I don't deserve it. I was a wild child that no one wanted. I picked up bottles, moved goods, and punched.

My body stank of garbage, sweat, and blood.

I am a person living in the mud and have not climbed out of it yet. How can I deserve to talk to you?

I'm afraid I'll make you feel sick. "

Song Jinhe looked at the cool and handsome man sitting in front of him, and couldn't imagine how much pressure he had to bear when he was young, and how much hardship he endured to achieve his current achievements.

Although she still minded that he had secretly investigated her, it was obviously the end of the world and there was no need to continue to worry about such things.

"It's all over, let's eat."

She threw the notebook back, lowered her head and picked up a noodle and continued to stuff it into her mouth.

Cheng Qianhuai carefully took the book and looked up at her: "Don't you think I'm disgusting?"

Song Jinhe swallowed the noodles in his mouth: "There is nothing disgusting about working hard with your own hands, and your original family is not something you can choose.

It's just that you really shouldn't keep following me secretly. This is really not good. Before the end of the world, I would have sent you to the police station. "

Cheng Qianhuai laughed out loud, understanding that she had completely accepted him, and he no longer needed to hide his true self in front of her from now on.

"So, will you no longer think that my kindness to you is all out of good intentions?"

He moved his bowl of noodles back and looked at her with bright eyes, which contained expectation.

Song Jinhe sneered: "Just eat your food, I don't think so much all the time."

Cheng Qianhuai breathed a sigh of relief and ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, unable to hide the smile on his face.

After finishing all his noodles, Song Jinhe raised his eyes to look at Cheng Qianhuai, thought for a moment and then said: "What are you going to do if a natural disaster damages this house and you can't continue to live in it?"

"I follow you."

Cheng Qianhuai spoke without hesitation, his eyes extremely firm.

"I will go wherever you go, and if you are lost I will find you at all costs."

Song Jinhe looked at his amber eyes, feeling a little stinging in his heart.

Could he have been looking for her in the last life? It's just that except for searching for supplies, she goes out on weekdays. At other times, she is locked in the house by her father and grandma and is prohibited from running around, just like a dog kept by them.

In the end, she even died in the scorching heat. I wonder if he finally knew that she was dead?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little irritated. She threw out all the thoughts in her mind and drank a glass of water.

She has been reborn, and it would be unnecessary to think about the events of her previous life.