The scumbag ex-wife dressed as the heroine

In the winter vacation of the third year of high school, one night when the lights were first lit, Song Qianqian took Ji Yunxiao's hand and led her mysteriously to the terrace.

Ji Yunxiao casually glanced sideways and frowned when she saw Song Qianqian's reddened ears from the cold.

"Is it cold?"

Ji Yunxiao pulled up the scarf for her, then put her hands together in the palms of her hands and brought them to her lips, taking a deep breath.

Ji Yunxiao asked her: "Is there anything I can't go in and talk about?"

"I can't have my mother in the house." Song Qianqian lowered her voice, turned her head and forgot to take Ji Yunxiao to the hiding place, and stopped after a while to complain softly: "What should I do?"

Ji Yunxiao exhaled warm air towards the palm, then pressed the warm palm on Song Qianqian's reddish ear tips, and said softly: "Don't worry, talk slowly, what should I do?"

"My mother's birthday is coming." Song Qianqian frowned, and asked Ji Yunxiao with a pretty face, "What gift should I give her this year?"

Ji Yunxiao suggested: "A brooch?"

Song Qianqian shook her head: "I just gave it off on Mother's Day this year."

Ji Yunxiao: "The cosmetics?"

Song Qianqian looked worried: "She doesn't lack cosmetics either."

Ji Yunxiao: "Did Auntie say that her cervical spine was a little sore two days ago?"

"You mean neck brace?" Song Qianqian rolled her eyes lightly, "I placed an order when she said her cervical spine was uncomfortable. Two of them arrived yesterday, but they're not considered birthday presents."

Ji Yunxiao lightly clenched her chin in thought: "You can't give the same gift as in previous years, right?"

Song Qianqian nodded: "Yes."

Ji Yunxiao hugged her, "Tell me first what you gave me in previous years."

Song Qianqian told her from memory.

Ji Yunxiao was a little embarrassed: "What else can I give?"

Song Qianqian pushed her arm and swayed her voice unconsciously with a hint of coquettishness: "Sister Xiaoxiao, what did you give this year? Give me a reference."

Ji Yunxiao took out her mobile phone and showed her the order and photos.

"I've chosen them all," Ji Yunxiao told her, "Just this bag and the jade handicraft I carved with my own hands before."

Song Qianqian pursed her lips in displeasure: "I thought this handicraft was for me."

"If I gave it to you, I wouldn't carve it in front of you, so what's the surprise?" Ji Yunxiao put her arms around her and asked, "Why don't you do some handwork?"

Song Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Handmade?"

She was a little distressed: "But I don't know how to carve either."

"You must not play with carving," Ji Yunxiao rubbed her soft little hands in the palms, and said sternly: "It's easy to get hurt, your skin is so tender, why don't you cry if you make a cut?"

Song Qianqian glared at her, then withdrew her hand and said, "How can I be so hypocritical?"

She curled up the fingers that Ji Yunxiao had squeezed, and her ears turned even redder.

Ji Yunxiao didn't notice it, and was still suggesting: "What about origami? I think you like folding little stars."

"No way!" Song Qianqian immediately vetoed it: "It's too childish to give something like this to my mother."

Ji Yunxiao chuckled: "It's fine if you want it."

Song Qianqian's clear eyes rolled, and after seeing the scarf she was wearing, she finally had an idea: "Then give me a loving scarf woven by myself!"

It's really a good idea to give a scarf in winter, Ji Yunxiao rubbed her head and asked with a smile, "Would you do it?"

"No," Song Qianqian said confidently, "but I can learn."

Ji Yunxiao took her hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you."

Song Qianqian was puzzled: "When did you learn how to weave scarves?"

"Today," Ji Yunxiao raised her slightly sharp eyebrows, but she looked towards Song Qianqian with tenderness in her eyes: "I'll learn it when I go back tonight, and I'll teach you when I learn it."

Song Qianqian was annoyed, she stomped her feet and said, "Are you here to show me your ability to study?"

Ji Yunxiao draped her shoulders and said softly, "I didn't mean that."

Song Qianqian glared at her and got angry: "I don't want you to teach me!"

……

In the dream, Song Qianqian's eyes and brows were filled with anger, as if she was angry, but outside the dream, Lin Qianwei turned over gently, with a sweet and happy smile on her face.

Lin Youran drank too much juice last night, so she got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. She didn't cry or make trouble, and even washed her hands, but after she came out, she felt a little sleepless, so she rubbed her eyes and walked out Door.

There was a room not far away where the lights were still on, and the door was not closed tightly. Lin Youran walked in with small steps, and smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

All kinds of women's clothes were scattered on the ground, which seemed to be what Qiao Xi and Cheng Zhiyi wore during the day. Lin Youran walked over and lifted the quilt, and she saw Qiao Xi and Cheng Zhiyi without clothes.

They are lying together.

What is this doing?

Lin Youran was confused, but she didn't bother the two sisters, and stepped on the small bench to help turn off the lights.

After Lin Youran came out, she wanted to find Lin Qianwei again, but Lin Qianwei's room was locked and she couldn't open it. The little girl pursed her lips and decided to find her aunt who took care of her.

Seeing that Lin Youran had woken up, the aunt quickly got up and put her to sleep. Lin Youran also gradually fell asleep listening to the gentle lullaby.

But Lin Qianwei knew nothing about it.

She is still asleep.

In the dream, she forgot everything in this world, forgot everything after she became Lin Qianwei, and changed back to that bright and innocent Song Qianqian.

The day after she decided to knit a handmade scarf for her mother, Song Qianqian came to Ji Yunxiao's side.

Ji Yunxiao had already prepared a material bag for her, and Song Qianqian held balls of wool melancholy, wondering what color scarf to knit, Ji Yunxiao came over and asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"

The warm breath fell on his ears, Song Qianqian shook his hand, not holding the ball of wool, and let it roll out into a long thread.

Song Qianqian took a steady breath, turned around and glared at the unconsciously seductive girl, and said fiercely, "I don't want you to teach me!"

She has collected quite a few tutorials yesterday.

I took out the knitting needle, adjusted the wool, and prepared to start the needle according to the video, but I tried several times, but it was not very satisfactory.

And Ji Yunxiao has already started knitting with a knitting needle.

Song Qianqian looked at her with sparkling eyes. It took only ten minutes from the refusal to the real fragrance.

She who pushed Ji Yunxiao away just now threw herself directly into Ji Yunxiao's arms, and pretended to cry while holding her: "Sister Xiaoxiao, I was wrong, I want you to teach me, I want you to teach me now, come quickly Taught me."

Seeing Xiao Qingmei like this, Ji Yunxiao's heart turned into a puddle of water. She instantly felt that the night spent yesterday was worth it, and immediately hugged Song Qianqian and said, "I'll teach you, I learned this for the sake of teach you."

Today's Ji Yunxiao is well-developed and very beautiful. Song Qianqian leans back in her arms, inevitably a little distracted.

Ji Yunxiao sat on the carpet with her, wrapped her hands around her, put her chin around her shoulders, and explained the knitting method to her bit by bit.

"That's it, have you learned it?" Ji Yunxiao looked down at her, always looking at her with proud eyebrows, and became extra gentle.

Song Qianqian finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he put his arms around her neck and kissed her deeply on the chin.

Her ears were red, she managed to remain calm, and said, "Thank you, sister Xiaoxiao, I like sister Xiaoxiao the most."

Ji Yunxiao curled her lips and was also very happy, but instead of continuing to look at Song Qianqian, she held up the knitting needle and asked, "Can I start the needle myself now?"

Song Qianqian: "Uh..."

She wasn't listening just now.

Patronizing to feel the warmth of Ji Yunxiao's embrace.

Song Qianqian hugged Ji Yunxiao again, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she acted softly to her: "Can you teach me again?"

"Yes," Ji Yunxiao rubbed her into her arms, and sighed: "You are so cute and beautiful, don't say it once, I will teach you even ten thousand times."

Song Qianqian pinched her arm angrily and said, "I'm not that stupid yet!"

Soon Song Qianqian learned it, but knitting a handmade scarf was too boring, and Ji Yunxiaofang's variety show was very hypnotic. Song Qianqian yawned before knitting much.

Ji Yunxiao stuffed a pillow behind her, and said distressedly: "Why don't you sleep for a while? I'll help you knit."

"No," Song Qianqian refused, "This is a birthday present for my mother. I have to weave it myself."

Ji Yunxiao said, "I'm not an outsider."

"That's the truth," Song Qianqian continued to yawn, "But I have to knit it myself to be sincere."

Ji Yunxiao: "Okay."

But not long after, Song Qianqian was still sleepy and fell asleep. Ji Yunxiao hugged her and put her on the sofa, and couldn't hold back his hands to help her catch up with the progress. After a while, she wondered, "Did I weave all this?"

Ji Yunxiao's expression didn't fluctuate at all, she just said calmly: "Well, you knitted it before going to bed."

Immediately afterwards, Ji Yunxiao was pushed down on the carpet by Song Qianqian who rushed over.

"You'll lie to me." Song Qianqian deliberately bit her ear, and said coquettishly, "Bad woman."

Ji Yunxiao's bones were a little brittle, but Ji Yunxiao didn't care too much about that strange emotion, she just put her arms around Song Qianqian and said, "I just can't see you working so hard, and I want to help you share a little bit."

Ji Yunxiao hugged her and shook her lightly, coaxing her: "Besides, your mother is also my godmother, and we are half sisters, so what does it matter if I help you weave the scarf you gave mother? "

Song Qianqian said angrily, "Who wants to be your sister!"

Ji Yunxiao also felt aggrieved when she heard this: "Why? Isn't it good to be my sister? I have always regarded you as my own sister for so many years."

"Don't say such things to me again!" Song Qianqian took the ball of wool and knitting needles, ran to the upstairs room and locked the door, saying that she would not play with Ji Yunxiao anymore.

Don't play with Ji Yunxiao for at least two hours.

A few days later, the first scarf was finally finished, but Song Qianqian was not very satisfied with the finished product.

Ji Yunxiao coaxed her: "After all, it's your first time knitting a scarf, so it's pretty good to be able to knit like this."

Song Qianqian frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "But I want to give my mother the best."

She folded up the scarf and looked at it repeatedly, and the more she looked at it, the more critical she became: "The middle part is not knitted well, the stitching method is wrong, and this pattern, I feel so childish now, it seems that it is not suitable for my mother to wear. "

"Then what should we do?" Ji Yunxiao worried with her.

"Anyway, there are still a few days left, so I'll knit a new one." Song Qianqian did as he said, and took out a new ball of wool with high spirits.

With the experience of last time, Song Qianqian wove the scarf softly and finely this time.

And this time, Song Qianqian was finally satisfied with the finished product.

"Pack and pack! This is the one!" Song Qianqian hugged the scarf, half-closed her eyes and imagined, "I seem to see my mother's happy face when she received the scarf. She will be very touched."

Ji Yunxiao kept praising and boasting, and when Song Qianqian was so praised that she smiled, she took out the first version again and asked, "What about this cheese mat with berry pattern, what should I do?"

Song Qianqian showed disgust: "Of course this kind of defective product must be thrown away? Why haven't you thrown it away yet?"

"It's a pity to throw it away. After all, this is the first scarf the two of us knit together." Ji Yunxiao looked at Song Qianqian with anticipation in his eyes: "Or...?"

Song Qianqian guessed what she was thinking, but she still pretended to be ruthless and snatched the scarf, and said coldly: "No, otherwise, if I say throw it away, you throw it away."

"flourishing!"

Seeing Song Qianqian walking towards the trash can, Ji Yunxiao hurriedly got up and chased after her, but just as she was about to intercept, Song Qianqian turned around on the spot and wrapped the scarf around her neck twice.

"Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you." Song Qianqian turned around, not letting Ji Yunxiao see the sweet smile on her lips.

Ji Yunxiao still asked behind: "Did you really give it to me? Really?"

Later, when Ji Yunxiao went out, she always wore that cheese strawberry scarf, and she didn't even want to take it off when she went indoors to attend Mother Song's birthday party.

A classmate saw the flaws on her scarf and came over to belittle her. Ji Yunxiao lowered her eyes on the spot, caressing the scarf cherishingly, and said, "In my eyes, this is the best."

Song Qianqian, who was not far away, looked at that scene and suddenly had mixed feelings. Mother Song came over, put her arms around her shoulders and smiled, "What is my baby looking at?"

Song Qianqian shook her head in disappointment.

She was just thinking, how could she not like Ji Yunxiao?

That beautiful girl is in her best years, she is proud, beautiful and confident, even the corners of her eyes and brows are frivolous and showy, but this kind of girl, when she comes to Song Qianqian, she will always be gentle, doting and low profile, He will take care of her, love her and protect her no matter what.

Song Qianqian thought, I can't be tempted.

No matter how many times she does it again, no matter what time and space she goes to, as long as she sees the person in front of her, she will always fall in love without hesitation.

She just loves her.

But when will Ji Yunxiao get the hang of it?

When will Ji Yunxiao stop treating her as a younger sister?

Song Qianqian didn't know.

But she thought they were young, and she could wait.

At the dinner, Ji Yunxiao drank and became unconscious. Song Qianqian was naturally worried that she would leave, so she took him to her villa. After helping her untie the scarf, Song Qianqian saw the beautiful scarf again. Face.

At this moment, Ji Yunxiao didn't show her sharpness to the outside world, she lay obediently under the quilt with her eyes closed, and the blush from the alcohol vapor added a bit of beauty to her.

Song Qianqian looked at her steadfastly, and suddenly couldn't help it.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, her heart beat out of control, and she tremblingly crawled to Ji Yunxiao's side.

Then she lowered her head, and kissed gently and slowly on the girl's watery red lips.

"Miss Xiaoxiao..."

This is not the first time Song Qianqian has kissed her.

Ji Yunxiao didn't know how to avoid taboos at all, and had all kinds of physical contact with her, so she kissed Ji Yunxiao's cheek more than once, and Ji Yunxiao kissed her cheek more than once.

But lips to lips, this is the first time.

Finally got what she wanted, but the corners of Song Qianqian's eyes became moist. She was choked with sobs, and was about to shed tears when she heard the sound of the door being pushed aside.

Song Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to get up, but it was too late, Mother Song still saw the scene where she kissed Ji Yunxiao tearfully.

Song Qianqian got up in a panic and wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak, her face was pale.

It was Mother Song who came and hugged her.

Mother Song hugged her into her arms, patted her on the back, and said softly to her: "Don't be afraid, Qianqian, mom is here, don't be afraid."

In an instant, Song Qianqian burst into tears.

That night, the mother and daughter were lying together, and Song Qianqian had a heart-to-heart conversation with her mother.

She confessed that she was a lesbian, and that she did not like children and would not have children in the future. She anxiously waited for her mother to blame, but only heard a soft sigh.

Mother Song held her in her arms and said to her, "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

Song's mother sighed: "Actually, I had a vague guess a long time ago, because the way you look at Xiaoxiao is always different from the way you look at others, I know it."

Mother Song hugged her and said, "Mom knows everything, and Mom understands you."

When Song Qianqian heard her say this, she burst into tears: "But mom, don't you think I'm weird? I'm a lesbian, and I only like women. The "Same-Sex Marriage Law" has not been passed here. Many elders can't accept this..."

"I'm not one of those elders, and it's not illegal to like the same sex, right?" Mother Song coaxed her with a smile: "Honey, you like boys or girls, that's your freedom, as long as it's from your heart Choose, as long as you are really happy and happy, that’s fine, that’s enough, don’t be afraid of the outside world, because there is still a mother, and the mother will always protect you.”

Song Qianqian hugged her mother and wept bitterly.

Mother Song rubbed her head and coaxed her: "Don't worry about the elders in your family. If someone dares to make an issue of your sexual orientation, I will rush up and scold him for you."

Song Qianqian said with tears, "Why are you so nice?"

Mother Song laughed: "Because I am your mother."

She asked again how her daughter and Ji Yunxiao were progressing and how they were developing, and when she heard her daughter say that Ji Yunxiao was a straight girl, she couldn't help but indignantly said: "It's really disgusting."

Mama Song was filled with righteous indignation: "A straight girl still hugs you, this and that, let's not give her hugs next time."

Song Qianqian shook her head and refused: "I don't."

Mother Song was a little anxious: "Why not?"

Song Qianqian's cheeks were slightly hot: "Then I like to stick with her."

Mother Song sighed helplessly: "Although you are happy... But, you can't always let people take advantage of you."

Song Qianqian argued hard: "It's not that I'm being taken advantage of by her. In fact, I'm taking advantage of her, right? But, who told Ji Yunxiao to always stand by my side, so she deserves to be taken advantage of by me."

Song Qianqian said: "Mom, don't worry, I will protect myself. Except for Xiaoxiao, I will not do this to anyone else."

Mother Song supported her forehead: "No, I still have to help you teach her a lesson another day."

Song Qianqian hugged her arm and acted like a baby: "Don't."

Mother Song hated iron for being weak: "Haven't you fallen in love with someone yet? Where has your heart gone?"

Song Qianqian put her head on her shoulder, and said sweetly: "Of course that's impossible. In my heart, mother will always come first, and Ji Yunxiao can only come second."

Mother Song raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

Song Qianqian: "It must be true. If there is a conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law between you two in the future, then I will definitely defend my mother without saying a word!"

Mother Song shook her head and said, "I have such a good relationship with Xiaoxiao, how could there be conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? And wouldn't that be a problem for you? I won't do things that embarrass my daughter."

Song Qianqian smiled and said, "I knew my mother was the most reasonable."

Mother Song pinched the tip of her nose: "So it's a lie to defend me without saying anything?"

Song Qianqian told her: "But it's true that I love my mother the most."

……

Everything in the dream was very clear, and Lin Qianwei could even clearly feel the warmth.

In the dream, when she was still Song Qianqian, her affection for her mother was so strong, even Ji Yunxiao was photographed behind, why is it different now?

The answer was clearly ready to come out, but then, the world in the dream turned upside down, and in the endless dizziness, all the good memories belonging to the past were distorted and spun, and then all fell into the invisible abyss.

Lin Qianwei was woken up by the alarm clock again, she could vaguely feel the taste of happiness in the dream, but she couldn't remember even a single bit of the dream's content.

Lin Qianwei suddenly felt empty in her heart.

She vaguely realized that she had forgotten something very important, but what was it?

what exactly is it?

Why can't she remember?

Just when Lin Qianwei was in a daze, a scream from the next door broke the silence and pulled Lin Qianwei's thoughts back a lot.

She rubbed her temples and decided to get up. As soon as she opened the door, she heard Qiao Xi's voice that almost collapsed: "What's going on? Why did I sleep with you? What happened last night?"

Lin Qianwei raised her eyebrows a little.

It might be that the excitement next door relieved her troubles, and Lin Qianwei gradually got out of her melancholy. She walked towards the source of the sound, and found that the door was not closed, so she gently pushed it open.

Qiao Xi was pressing down on Cheng Zhiyi, she pinched Cheng Zhiyi's pretty face, and asked her, "Did you do it on purpose? Cheng Zhiyi, you have been coveting me for a long time, right? You always fight against me, won't you?" Is it to get my attention?"

Cheng Zhiyi pinched her chin, and chuckled softly: "Miss Qiao, you should be sober."

Qiao Xi was angry: "I should be more sober? I think you should be more sober! Let me tell you, don't think that I will fall in love with you in this way! Don't even think about it! It is impossible and absolutely not for me I am responsible for you!"

Neither of the two of them noticed Lin Qianwei who pushed the door open. Lin Qianwei watched the excitement for a while, then shook her head and left.

She suddenly missed Ji Yunxiao very much.

I don't know what Ji Yunxiao is doing, and I don't know if Ji Yunxiao misses her.

The roses sent by Ji Yunxiao yesterday were still downstairs, they were still delicate and charming, and the colors were bright, Lin Qianwei forgot to glance at them, and suddenly made up her mind.

She thought, if Ji Yunxiao confessed to her again, if Ji Yunxiao said that she liked her again, if Ji Yunxiao asked her if she wanted to be together, then she would definitely tell Ji Yunxiao: "I am willing."

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感谢在2022-05-2423:56:09~2022-05-2523:56:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Little R, 1 in deep trap;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of blink Xiaowang; 15 bottles of dead years; 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!