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Zhang Ailin closed the door behind her back, leaning her back on the door, looking at Zhou Zhou in front of her, her smile was full of exhaustion: "Why did you come here?"

She deliberately raised her voice to appear cheerful.

Zhou Zhou didn't respond to her words. He took a step forward, embraced her suddenly, opened his arms, and hugged Zhang Ailin's body tightly, as if wanting to merge with her.

Zhou Zhou's movements hurt Zhang Ailin's old wounds on the flesh under her clothes. She frowned, resisting the pain like a needle prick, lowered her head, and raised her hand to stroke Zhou Zhou's hair, comforting him gently. Said: "I'm fine, I accidentally fell down, it will be fine."

Zhou Zhou could only hug the person in front of him even more tightly, as if there was a stick in his throat, as if there was a kind of luck in his heart that lost and found again.

"Why is that?"

The tone was full of grievances and complaints.

Zhang Ailin's fingers were in Zhou Zhou's hair, trembling slightly due to the weakness of her arms, she looked away from Zhou Zhou, looked up at the ceiling, tried to weave a suitable reason, and said, "Oh, I went home that night When it's time, on the road, on the side of the road, there's a car..."

Zhou Zhou straightened up, looked up at Zhang Ailin, and interrupted her neatly: "You are lying."

She stopped, not knowing what to say, and moved her throat.

"Are you still blaming me? About Jiang Man?" Zhou Zhou rarely expressed his feelings directly, and Zhou Zhou was shocked by himself.

Zhang Ailin quickly lowered her head, just looking at Zhou Zhou's eyes full of longing: "How come?"

"Why can't I get in touch with you when I call you? I never reply when I send you messages? Why do you always push me away like this? Why, Arlene? Am I so unbearable to be trusted by you?" He said, Two lines of tears slid down Zhou Zhou's cheeks and dripped on her collar, dyeing her light blue clothes dark.

Zhou Zhou's persuasive questioning made Zhang Ailin extremely painful: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Zhou smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry? Is Arlene saying sorry to me? Arlene, are you going to be like this forever? Are you always saying sorry to me?"

"sorry."

Another heavy sigh.

Tears flowed freely on Zhou Zhou's face. She used all her strength to deliberately lower her voice and asked, "Why? How did you get the injury on your face? How did you get the injury on the corner of your mouth? Just simply tell me Me, tell me the truth, is it that difficult?"

"... "

Zhang Ailin turned her head sideways, avoiding Zhou Zhou's eager eyes.

Zhou Zhou took two steps forward and put his body close to Zhang Ailin's body, which made her dodge subconsciously.

But there is only a cold door behind her, she has no way to hide, no way to avoid it.

Zhou Zhou stretched out his hands, gently supported her chin, supported her chin, and slowly turned her face to him.

There is seriousness and firmness in the gentle movements.

Even if she dodges as usual, Zhou Zhou will never retreat again.

Zhang Ailin lowered her eyes, avoiding Zhou Zhou's naked and direct gaze.

Zhou Zhou gently rubbed the bruise next to Zhang Ailin's brow bone: "Does it hurt?"

Zhang Ailin frowned slightly and said nothing.

Zhou Zhou's fingers slid down slowly, stayed at the end of her eyes, stroked her eyelids with his fingertips, and said softly: "It's red here, did Arlene hide from being sad by herself just now? "

Zhang Ailin stepped back subconsciously, and the back of her head hit the door heavily, tearing her old injury, her facial features were twisted together, showing a painful expression.

The expression on Zhou Zhou's face became more and more sad, but he never took a step back. Instead, his body took a step forward, sticking tightly to her.

Zhou Zhou pressed his hands on Zhang Ailin's arms, raised his toes, and gently kissed the purple-blue bruise on her jaw: "Alin is wronged."

Finally, at this time Zhang Ailin could no longer bear the suppressed tears and shed tears.

Warm tears fell from her eye sockets, ran down her cheeks, and when they fell on Zhou Zhou's face, they had already turned cold.

"Aline, no matter what kind of grievance you have, you can tell me. I've been here all the time, and I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

This is for her, but also for himself.

This is a promise to her and a promise to myself.

In my barren life, in a life where I have never had faith, would you like me to offer you this insignificant light and heat?

"Zhou Zhou... I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"I don't understand why you are so nice to me."

This question is not just for Zhou Zhou in front of him.

It is to ask all the people who died in the past.

It was like a mental delay.

"I don't want you to be wronged like this again."

Zhou Zhou said, with a serious expression on his face as if he was reading an oath.

The last string of reason snapped, the last wall of separation collapsed.

She rushed towards her like mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, a majestic love.

Zhang Ailin leaned her head on Zhou Zhou's shoulder, sobbing softly: "I'm so sad."

Zhou Zhou's heart was twisted like a knife: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Uncle Ye Qiu, I'm late."

Meng Wenjun's voice sounded in the living room.

Zhou Zhou's heart suddenly became vigilant.

Zhang Ailin in front of her had already fallen asleep and slept peacefully. Fortunately, she was not awakened by the voices in the living room.

Zhou Zhou looked at her eyebrows and murmured, "A Lin, for you, I won't be afraid anymore."

Meng Wenjun's voice was getting closer and closer, overlapping with his approaching footsteps: "Is Irene asleep?"

With a click, the door of Zhang Ailin's room was unscrewed, Zhou Zhou looked at Meng Wenjun's surprised face with great interest, and his hand that was about to close the doorknob was hanging in the air.

Zhou Zhou walked out of the room, closed the door gently again, and took a last look at Arlene who was sleeping soundly on the bed through the gap.

Immediately, Meng Wenjun withdrew the surprised look on his face, and slowed down his voice: "Student Zhou Zhou, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhou smiled, and pulled up the backpack strap on his shoulder: "Hasn't Arlene not been to class for several days? I was worried about her, so I took the liberty to come here uninvited." After speaking, she looked He nodded in the direction of Zhang Yeqiu.

"So that's it, has Irene fallen asleep?"

"I've already fallen asleep, I don't want to disturb you anymore, I just hope that Arlene can recover soon. In this car accident, she suffered such serious injuries."

"Car accident?" Meng Wenjun repeated Zhou Zhou's words in his mouth, and immediately understood the meaning, and continued following Zhou Zhou, "Yes, this accident really hurt her."

As Zhou Zhou walked towards the door, he said to Zhang Yeqiu in the living room, "Uncle, I won't bother you, I'll go first."

Zhang Yeqiu stood up from the sofa and called out, "Little girl."

Zhou Zhou turned around and asked, "Huh? Is there anything else, uncle?"

Zhang Yeqiu walked to the coat rack at the door, casually took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, and handed it to Zhou Zhou: "This is my business card with my phone number on it. If there is any help in the future, if necessary You can reach me."

Zhou Zhou froze for a moment, then took the business card handed over by Zhang Yeqiu with both hands, and nodded: "Thank you uncle."

Meng Wenjun's smile froze on his face, he never thought that Zhou Zhou would come to him by himself.

I told Zhang Yeqiu a lot about Zhou Zhou's name in the early stage, but now Zhang Yeqiu gave Zhou Zhou his own contact information.

"I just hope Zhang Yeqiu won't be too suspicious."

Meng Wenjun looked at Zhang Yeqiu standing at the door, saying goodbye to Zhou Zhou, and whispered in his heart.

Not long after, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out.Zhou Zhou had already boarded the elevator.

Zhang Yeqiu still turned his back to Meng Wenjun, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen..."

Meng Wenjun was so startled that his heart tightened, he took two steps forward and said hastily, "Uncle Ye Qiu, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yeqiu closed the door, turned around, glanced at Meng Wenjun, walked to the coffee table without stopping for a long time, poured a cup and opened it for nothing: "Wenjun, is she the little girl you mentioned? She is good friends with Zhang Ailin , that little girl who was acting out together in school?"

With just one look, Meng Wenjun's heart was already in his throat. He pretended to be calm and said, "It's her. Her name is Zhou Zhou."

Zhang Yeqiu picked up the TV remote control on the sofa, then changed the channel, took a sip, and said casually: "You look very docile and well-behaved?"

"Yeah, she does look docile and well-behaved, and her grades in school are not bad."

The channel the TV jumped to was playing "The Shining", and the heroine's scream came from the TV.

Meng Wenjun was startled again, shaking his shoulders slightly.

Seeing Meng Wenjun's reaction, Zhang Yeqiu chuckled and looked Meng Wenjun up and down: "Is Wenjun afraid of such a voice? Blame me, blame me, I don't know why I tuned to this channel." Saying that, Zhang Yeqiu turned to the TV screen, and Pushed the button.

Meng Wenjun took two steps forward, sat smoothly on the sofa next to Zhang Yeqiu, and said with a smile, "Yes, the sudden scream just now really scared me."

His face was already stiff with laughter, but he still had to continue to force it.

Zhang Yeqiu stared at the TV, and the various lights projected from the screen changed colors on his face. He seemed absent-minded and said: "I usually don't believe in those things, so I'm not afraid. Don't do anything wrong, Not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But now these entertainment movies are getting better and better. Like when we were young, there were not so many rich themes. If there is something interesting, we will never get tired of playing it.

I still remember that when I was a child, I went fishing by the river with your father. He always brought home more fish than I did, got dirty and got scolded a lot. "

Meng Wenjun pretended to be interested in listening, and then sighed: "I often heard my father tell me about the things he played with Uncle Ye Qiu when he was young. I have never seen or heard of many things. what a shame."

"Wenjun, do you blame me?" Zhang Yeqiu said suddenly.

Meng Wenjun was stunned at first, and then smiled: "Where is Uncle Ye Qiu? If it wasn't for Uncle Ye Qiu's help, my father and I would be living on the streets by now."

Zhang Yeqiu's expression was calm, without any emotion: "Okay."

This word alone made Meng Wenjun feel uneasy.