Rescue Little White Flower

The cell phone has very little power.

After the call, the red light began to flash.

The mobile phone was given to Li Sanyi’s son, a four-year-old Xiaodouding, by Shen Qingwei from his mother’s room.

There is no power strip in the attic, and even if there is it, she doesn't have a charger. Fortunately, her mobile phone is a kind of long-standby push-button mobile phone. Even after a week, the power on the phone is still enough to support her to make a call.

She just wanted to say a happy new year to Zhao Xingyue.

She never thought about asking for help.

She also didn't think Zhao Xingyue could save her.

Who can save her?

Her biological father wanted to sell her to a man as big as him.

Even the police didn’t care about this kind of housework—yes, she had already reported to the police, but the police in the small place did nothing but muddy mud. Instead, they were beaten for her and confiscated her by the way. Phone.

But the moment she heard Zhao Xingyue's voice, she was unwilling to go down because of the severe beatings that came after one meal, and it surged in her heart again.

She didn't want to marry an old man.

She has not told Zhao Xingyue that she likes her.

She hasn't...

She still has a lot of things to do. How can she be willing to waste the rest of her life on a man the same age as her father.

Zhao Xingyue's words made her feel anticipation in her heart, but she felt that this anticipation was just her own wishful thinking.

Outside the window, someone set off fireworks, and Shen Qingwei was lying beside the frosted window, watching the night sky outside.

Colorful fireworks blooming in the sky are the most beautiful scenery she has seen during this time.

The sound of firecrackers, the chasing of children, the laughter of adults, rustled into Shen Qingwei's ears along the air.

She curled up by the window, looking at the direction from the entrance of the village, just like when she was a child, hoping that someone would suddenly come out from that place and take her out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The phone flickered three times, and finally accompanied by a vibration, the screen was completely plunged into darkness.

Shen Qingwei hugged her knees, buried her head between her legs, tears kept falling.

"Didi—"

I don't know how long it took, a horn suddenly awakened Shen Qingwei.

She opened her eyes in surprise, the bright high beams stabbed her to not open her eyes at all.

When she recovered from the strong light, she found that it was only a white car that was beeping late.

She bit her lip, amused at her waiting.

What is she waiting for?

Waiting for Zhao Xingyue to save herself?

Ha, stop dreaming.

Zhao Xingyue is in the city now, how could she appear in this small place in a remote rural area.

Bang—

There was a sudden movement of something falling to the ground from downstairs. Shen Qingwei was shocked. Couldn't it be a thief coming in?

She put her eyes on the floor of the attic, hoping to see the slightest trace of people coming from the gap between the wooden boards.

At this time, the light of a mobile phone lit up in the room, illuminating a face that Shen Qingwei couldn't be more familiar with.

"Ayue?!"

Hearing the call, Zhao Xingyue raised his head, with a wooden board above his head. This is a common building in rural areas. The wooden board is used to separate a loft to pile up debris.

She called out Shen Qingwei's name, and she heard a familiar response from above.

Zhao Xingyue looked around the room, she didn't turn on the lights, and the moonlight was not bright at the 30th year, but it was still enough to support the wooden ladder she saw in the corner.

Next to the wooden ladder is a trapdoor with an iron chain hanging on the door. It seems that this is how Father Shen shut Shen Qingwei on it.

The chain is not long, just enough to lift the trap door and pass the bowl in.

Zhao Xingyue cursed. After learning that Sanyi Li had carried the key to the trap door and took it to the New Year's Eve dinner, she gave up the idea of ​​opening the door with the key, grabbed the iron chain directly and pulled it down forcefully.

A little bit of bad luck attached to her texture, bones, and the iron chain in her hands deformed and twisted a little bit, until it snapped and broke into two pieces.

She threw the iron chain in her hand, went down the stairs, and said to Shen Qingwei who was still in the attic, "Come down."

The feeling of having bad luck attached to her body is uncomfortable. Bad luck is the nemesis of all living beings. As soon as the bad luck is removed, Zhao Xingyue feels that the veins in her hand are like something stuck to it, heavy and difficult to stretch.

Fortunately, it is not too serious, and it is still within her tolerance.

Shen Qingwei was stunned by Zhao Xingyue who suddenly appeared here, and hugged her tightly when she got downstairs, crying and laughing.

"I knew you would come, I knew..."

"Okay, okay, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's go first. Your dad and them shouldn't spend the night outside."

Hearing Father Shen, Shen Qingwei shivered involuntarily.

"Yes, hurry up, hurry up."

…

Zhao Xingyue is here to steal people, so naturally it is impossible to turn on the high beams openly.

In fact, as soon as she entered the village, she turned off her lights and drove the car in completely relying on her night vision ability.

Compared with Zhao Xingyue's superior night vision ability comparable to bats, Shen Qingwei is the opposite. Because of the lack of vitamin A, she has slight night blindness. The surrounding light is slightly dim, and it is difficult for her to see anything, let alone This kind of situation is difficult for ordinary people to see things.

Speeding in the dark is a unique experience for Shen Qingwei. She hugged Zhao Xingyue's powerful waist, leaned her head on her body, and muttered, "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhao Xingyue wore a helmet and did not speak, but just grabbed her hand tightly, then quickly let go, and refocused on the road.

She did not take Zhao Xingyue back, but followed the navigation in her eyes to a winding road in the suburbs.

Before reaching the destination, a sound of howling ghosts and wolves came first.

Shen Qingwei was startled, she was so scared that she hugged Zhao Xingyue's waist tightly, "What are we going to do?"

Zhao Xingyue's answer is very brief: "Motor racing."

She is used to controlling everything in her own hands, but she can control herself not to smoke or drink, but she cannot control herself not to drag racing.

After changing the many ways of venting from the original body, Zhao Xingyue retained this only way of venting.

Her life is so long that she lacks a lot of excitement. There is nothing new under the sun. No matter how new and exciting things are, if they will not die, they will lose their fun.

Now that he has regained his body, with the limitations of life span and body, Zhao Xingyue has found a lot of fun that he has never had before.

Even on the New Year's Eve, the drag racing party in City S is still full of energy.

When Zhao Xingyue came, someone greeted her familiarly.

Seeing Shen Qingwei behind her, someone winked and said, "Oh, Ma Zi?"

Shen Qingwei blushed.

"What about you, the brain damage, where's the horse from Sister Zhao."

Zhao Xingyue twitched her mouth.

The people who ridiculed Zhao Xingyue before also realized that it was wrong, but he insisted: "Why can't Sister Zhao have horses? As long as Sister Zhao orders, you can see how many little girls are willing to be her horses."

Zhao Xingyue interrupted him, "Shut up, you."

"These are your acquaintances?" Good student Shen Qingwei asked, poking Zhao Xingyue's back.

"Um."

"They look..."

"They don't look like good people?" Zhao Xingyue took her words.

Shen Qingwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Zhao Xingyue rubbed her head, "Don't think too much, at least the two who just talked to you are not bad guys. They just kill Matt and second disease and love to dye Marisu's hair. Oh, as for the tattoos, both of them are fake. If you want a tattoo sticker, I will buy you one later, but it is very difficult to wash, and it will take half a month to come off naturally."

Shen Qingwei looked at the two big five-and-three sturdy men, thinking about the way they put tattoos on them, and laughed out loud.

Zhao Xingyue: "Happy?"

"Um."

Zhao Xingyue buckled a helmet brought in from someone else on Shen Qingwei's small head. After putting it on her, she got into the car and said, "Hold tight, you can't be responsible for falling down."

Shen Qingwei responded quickly and squeezed her waist, her hands clasped tightly in front of her waist.

Zhao Xingyue rushed out with an "Awk".

It is rare for Shen Qingwei to see her so naive, and the corners of her lips can't stop rising.

She, how lucky is she to meet someone like Zhao Xingyue.

Even in the winter night, Zhao Xingyue still didn't wear much. Her warm body temperature passed through the thin clothes, and the warmth has been melted into Shen Qingwei's heart.

She closed her eyes and let the tears slide down the corners of her eyes.

So, how can she let the person in front of her go.

…

The two people who came home early in the morning saw Father Zhao and Mother Zhao sitting on the sofa as soon as they opened the door.

Zhao Xingyue looked calm, "Dad, Mom."

On the contrary, Shen Qingwei looked very disturbed. After all, she was a guest at someone else's house in her 30s. No matter how friendly Zhao's mother was to her, she always felt sorry. She lowered her head and whispered in a low voice: "Auntie, uncle..."

Mother Zhao yawned, "I'm back?" When she walked over, she had already put on a smile on her face. She stretched out her hand to hold Shen Qingwei in her arms and gave her a warm hug, "Happy New Year". ."

Father Zhao cast an inquiring look at Zhao Xingyue.

Zhao Xingyue shook her head and motioned to talk about it tomorrow.

Father Zhao strode over and hugged her in his arms, "Happy New Year."

Zhao Xingyue was stunned, and then he hugged his father in this world.

Father Zhao is a man who looks more like a scholar than a businessman. He is thin, with three to seven percent hair and black-rimmed glasses. He looks gentle and delicate.

Zhao Xingyue doesn’t get along much with him, whether it’s the memory of her body or the time she spent with the Zhao family after she came here. Her memory of her father only exists on the few dinner tables. I asked her about her grades and her learning experience, and there was no more topic to talk about.

But tonight, she read the deep care from the man's considerate eyes.

They all knew about her leaving home late at night, but they didn't ask anything. When they came back, they only gave a warm hug.

She smiled and said, "Happy New Year."