Goddess routine

The sender was Zheng Er. Although the message didn't specify what it was about, Mo Xiaobei was not stupid. He was talking about Su Ziqing's marriage.

Their wedding photo studio was not only responsible for taking pictures and shooting wedding commemorative videos, but unexpectedly, they even took care of the matter of attracting the bride’s classmates to participate in the wedding and exploiting the red envelopes.

Mo Xiaobei complained in his heart, on the one hand, he was also a little sad.

All along, she has always been unwilling to face things, and finally she is coming to find her.

Although it is widely rumored that attending an ex-boyfriend/girlfriend's wedding is the most irritating, hurtful and useless thing, but as a particularly careless person, Mo Xiaobei touched his conscience and covered his heart With the scars on her face, she told Zheng Er that she would be there on time.

After the end of August, the provincial capital suddenly entered autumn.

A gust of wind can make people feel cold hands and feet.After taking a short breath, countless cold winds poured into his chest and lungs, accompanied by a slight smog, which made people cough uncontrollably.

Mo Xiaobei stayed in the south for too long, and when he came home all of a sudden, he was not used to the climate at home, and suddenly fell ill.

Even though she was sick every day and had no energy, she still drove unremittingly to the county town, squatting in the familiar alley every day, and taking a look at the familiar woman every day.

She quit her job in the south, returned home, and did not look for a new job, but lived by receiving a single translation list.

Except for translating things every day, she seems to have nothing to do at other times, and sometimes she sleeps for most of the day.

It was just a simple cold, and it took her two weeks to recover.

The consequence of idleness is that she is lazy every day and has no energy.

A week before the agreed wedding, she was playing with a pot of cactus at home, so Zheng Er found out the address of her home from nowhere, and drove to her door in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the door, he yelled, "Sister Bei, I have something to discuss with you."

Her younger siblings have gone to school, and her parents have gone out to work.She is the only one in the family, and she has no scruples about speaking.I heard that, without raising her head, she fiddled with the shower in her hand and said, "Tell me, you can do anything else except pretending that your girlfriend is lying to your parents."

"Oh my god, Sister Bei, you old man still remembers this."

Zheng Er flinched when he heard it, his career is booming now, he doesn't want to start a family at all, but his parents are urging him to get married every day, watching the story of renting out a boyfriend and girlfriend in TV dramas, he has no choice but to make a bad decision, but he is shy He approached Mo Xiaobei with a straight face, and was criticized by her as soon as he spoke, which scared him so much that he never dared to approach her again.

"Don't dare, Sister Bei, let me tell you, even if your old man lends me a hundred courage, I won't dare to think of you again."

Zheng Er hastened to express his position with oaths, "It's just...that is, an employee in my wedding photography shop suddenly became pregnant, so I let her rest. There is no one in the shop and I can't handle it. Sister Bei, I listen to the class. A classmate said, you have studied photography and know something about it, can you help me?"

When Mo Xiaobei heard this, he stopped watering the flowers in his hand, and looked at her with a look of "you are dead". "Comrade Zheng Erhei, do you want to die?"

Knowing that next Friday will be Su Ziqing's wedding and asking her to help, is it to make her feel uncomfortable?

"Oh, my sister Bei, I really don't dare." Zheng Er shook his head like a rattle, "But I'm really busy at my place, and I can't find a suitable person for a while. Saying that you resigned, isn't this just to make your old man less busy?"

"Really, Sister Bei, you should have pity on my little brother. My little brother will definitely treat you so badly afterward."

The appearance of the 1.8-meter bronze-skinned man on the verge of weeping in front of him was really unsightly. Mo Xiaobei's whole body was covered with goosebumps when he raised his eyes. "Stop, stop, Zheng Er, you are enough."

Putting the shower aside, she looked at the dark yellow cactus growing in the pot, and sighed. "Because of our friendship with our old classmates for several years, and because I don't want to listen to my mother's nagging anymore, I'll just go."

She couldn't even feed a pot of cactus, which was a complete failure.

"Then Sister Bei, it's agreed, we'll see each other tomorrow." Zheng Dun cheered up, flattered her for half an hour, and then waved away with a smile on his face.

After he left, Mo Xiaobei touched his heart.

Fortunately, my heart is still warm.

It's still beating.

***

Autumn is actually a very irritable and depressed season.

I don't know what other people are like, but Su Ziqing actually doesn't like autumn very much.

Not to mention that in autumn, her whole body is icy cold, but the falling and withered leaves in autumn are enough to give people a headache for a while.

Moreover, the autumn sun is always a little pale and transparent, and when it shines on people, they don't have much energy.She would rather draw the curtains than let in such pale and lifeless sunlight.

"Ziqing, I see there's light outside, let's open the curtains." But her father didn't think so, he was so thin that the veins on his body protruded from the bones, his eye sockets were sunken, and when he spoke, I would gasp several times at a time.

Pale room, pale quilt, pale people.

Su Ziqing put down the fruit in his hand, turned around and said softly, "Dad, you don't need to read. The doctor said it would give you a headache."

"This silly girl, you don't get a headache when you read a book, but doing what you like will never make you feel uncomfortable."

Her father smiled very kindly, but Su Ziqing felt a little hot in his eyes when he looked at it.Since he fell ill, many of his students and colleagues have visited him. After visiting, everyone will say that Teacher Su is now a monk.

The halo of Buddha nature of Xunbai is shining all over his body.

He has been in this hospital for several years, and it is almost his second home.

The money he spent in hospital, the money he spent on hiring those experts, and the effort he spent were all included in her account.

She is not used to owing anything to anyone, let alone accepting someone's love, so she tried her best, ran forward desperately, worked hard all the way, and did not hesitate to use all her things in exchange.

In this world, she really almost has no relatives.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was very strong, and there were a few sharp shouts from outside from time to time, as if someone had come to the hospital to make trouble again.

After staying here for so long, Su Ziqing gradually got used to it, and hearing those noises didn't feel as annoying as it did at first.

She slowly opened the beige curtains, letting the bleak autumn sunlight shine on the hospital bed through the fluorescent green windows.

After opening the window, she turned her head.Her father was leaning on the bed, gently caressing a copy of Dumas fils' "La Traviata" with wrinkled and blue-veined hands.

The cover is an oil painting of a very expressive and beautiful girl. Her clothes are very simple, but unexpectedly beautiful.

The beauty on the cover is a mistress who deals with nobles, but she is also an out-and-out innocent girl.

"Your mother liked this book very much at that time, and kept saying that she wanted to see the bustling scene of the Champs Elysees in the book. It's a pity that my salary has always been low, and I have never been abroad in my life. There is no way to take her to see it, but I heard that she is doing well, so it will be fine."

Staring at the book in his hand, her father spoke lightly in a nostalgic tone.After finishing speaking, as if waking up from a dream, he looked up at her and asked gently, "Ziqing, how are you doing? Are you busy?"

"I'm not busy." Su Ziqing squeezed out a smile, and glanced out the bleak window.

It has been several years, and her mother has never visited her father once. Every time she sees the door of the ward opened, her father looks out expectantly like a child, and when all he gets is disappointment, she is I really wanted to go to the villa area in the city and tie her mother here.

But if you think about it carefully, if your heart is not here, even if you are kidnapped by her, what can you do?

It just adds embarrassment and sadness.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw that child Xiaobei...she must be busy with work."

It's been a long time since no one mentioned this name to her, and when it's mentioned again, it always feels like a world away.

Time turned into a dull blunt sword and grinded against her body, making her feel a bloody wound in her heart.

"Yeah, she's quite busy." She hasn't contacted her for three or four years, so how do you know if she's too busy to eat, or so busy that she's too tired to fall asleep on a chair.

"They have a lot of work in the company, and she has to work overtime from time to time, and she is also busy learning the tea ceremony. She said that it is torture. Often people kneel for most of the day, and they have to walk on the wooden plank on their knees, often with bloody legs. "She could only describe to her father the impressions of her work and life in her memory, "She said that she recently enrolled in a class of psychological counselors and was going to take an exam."

"That kid, Xiaobei, just can't stay idle. But he is indeed a good kid who is motivated."

Her father smiled softly, looked at her softly and said, "Ziqing, father is not a dead-headed person. I know Xiaobei, she is soft-hearted and nice. In this life, it is rare When you meet someone who is compatible with you, you are..."

"Dad, you've been sick, so I didn't tell you." Before her father could say anything, she interrupted in time, and closed the curtains again, allowing the room to sink into darkness again. "I'm getting married next Friday. My mother found her for me. My family runs an auto parts company."

Her father was stunned for a while, then put the book in his hand aside, sighed, "You're just telling me about such a big thing...Ziqing, do you know why your name is Ziqing? "

"Why?" Su Ziqing couldn't keep up with this jumpy dialogue.

"Because," her father said with a smile, "when my father was in school, he heard about Su Wu shepherding sheep. He didn't forget his old country for 17 years, so he fell in love with him. His name happened to be Ziqing. Dad wants you to be a man." When doing things, don’t forget integrity, so when you were born, I gave you this name. Because this name is too boyish, your mother almost got into a fight with me."

"...Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, Dad just wants to tell you, don't do things that you regret."

"Don't worry, Dad." Su Ziqing smiled lightly, "I know what I'm doing, and I will never do anything I regret."

He will only do things that make his life worse than death.

The author has something to say: emmm, I didn't write novels in the first place.I'm telling a story, not just scribbling out of imagination, so if you scold me, I can't help it.My original outline was like this.