Someone Speaks Ill of You

"Om..."

The old hair dryer hummed, and the girl's long hair was flowing between her fingers, silky as satin and soft as water.

The fragrance comes out, and the memories emerge layer by layer.

For a long time, he was secretly bullied by the girl in front of him.

Help her blow her hair and wash her clothes every day.

He didn't blow his hair well, and grabbed his pocket money; the clothes were not washed clean, he was punished to carry her on the way to and from school, sometimes he had to beat his back, pinch his legs, and bring tea and water.

If he dares to sue his father and her mother, the punishment will be doubled.

In those two years, he had a very painful life and did not dare to resist. He could only often write in his diary: Justice will eventually triumph over evil! I will bear the burden of humiliation and surrender my life, just for one day, trample the evil long-legged bunny under my feet, revenge shame, and wantonly abuse! Justice will prevail!

As a result, one day, the diary was seen by a long-legged bunny.

That day happened to be the weekend, and only the two of them were at home, so he was trampled on his feet and abused wantonly.

After the insult, he changed that paragraph into: Justice will always triumph over evil, under the cold and domineering gaze of the opponent and the queen's will! I will endure the humiliation and carry out my life, just for every day, let the righteous long-legged calf trample me under my feet, bullying and humiliating wantonly! Long live justice! Long live!

That way, Long-legged Bunny Fang let him go, but would check this passage and his new diary every day.

If he dared not write a diary someday, or did not praise her in the diary, he would continue to be beaten.

It was a really deep and hot day.

He was eleven years old at the time, Luo Jiajia was twelve years old, and the two had just known each other for a year.

At that time, the two people got along well, they hadn't quarreled or fought, and they didn't put their anger on them.

Nowadays, things are wrong.

He and the long-legged bunny were the only people in this room.

The diary is gone, they are gone, the youth of him and the long-legged bunny are gone.

Everything has changed.

"That's good."

The blue silk between his fingers was flowing and sliding like water, he muttered authentically.

The buzzing hair dryer overwhelmed his voice. I don't know if Luo Jiajia heard it.

However, after so many years, why did she suddenly remember asking him to blow her hair?

When someone is sick, I just like to think that all the stubbornness in the past is gone for the time being.

"All right."

Luo Fei turned off the hair dryer and used her fingers to comb her long, silky hair, and said, "Do you need to tie it up?"

"casual."

Luo Jiajia remained expressionless.

Luo Fei stood behind her, looked at her cold and beautiful unblemished cheeks in the mirror, took a few more glances, and then reached out and stroked her forehead, saying: "The fever is gone. Or, go out to eat at night. Right?"

Luo Jiajia paused, stood up and said: "I'm going to take a bath."

After taking the medicine and sleeping for a day, my body naturally sweated.

There is hot water in the bottle.

Luo Fei went to the kitchen to burn a pot again, then went into his room, and when he closed the door reminded: "Be careful of slipping and call me if something happens."

Now she has no strength, accidents will happen at any time.

But it doesn't matter. With his current ear power, if she really slips, he will definitely hear her.

Lie on the bed for a while, looked at the system store for a while, then went to the kitchen to pick up the hot water in the pot, walked to the bathroom door and said, "Is there enough water?"

There was only the sound of water, and there was no response.

But Luo Fei heard slight footsteps.

The door of the bathroom opened a gap, and the water bottle was handed out.

Luo Fei lowered his head to pour the water, and afterwards he saw the long white legs with water stains and a slender and clean arm.

Filled the bottle with hot water, handed it in through the gap, and then turned and left.

Turn off the fire, return to the room, lying on the bed thinking about renting a house.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and he entered the room and closed the door.

Luo Fei hesitated, got up and got out of the room, entered the bathroom, and saw the clothes in the basin.

When he picked up the basin and put it under the faucet to wash clothes, the door of the room opened and Luo Jiajia came over and stopped at the door.

The two looked at each other.

Luo Fei carried his old white shirt in his hand, and explained: "Seeing you have no energy, help you wash your clothes."

But there were underwear in the basin, and he didn't lift it up.

"No need to."

Luo Jiajia walked in, snatched the shirt from his hand, put it in the basin, covered the underwear, with a cold face.

Luo Fei glanced at the basin and walked out.

When he was at the door, he turned around and said: "We will have dinner outside later, let's go shopping."

Luo Jiajia lowered his head to wash the clothes without speaking.

Luo Fei didn't want to be boring anymore, returned to his room, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

After watching for a while, he went out to the bathroom door and said, "I want to use your phone."

Luo Jiajia lowered his head to wash the clothes, still did not speak, only heard the sound of water and the sound of scrubbing.

Luo Fei said: "I have something to ask the monitor about the subject."

"room."

Luo Jiajia finally spoke.

Luo Fei turned around and went to her room, and saw the phone on the bedside table.

Next to the phone is the 5000 yuan.

Luo Fei took the phone and took two more from the 5000 yuan. After thinking about it, he took another two and put it in his pocket.

Four hundred yuan should be enough.

He took the cellphone out of the room and returned to his room. According to the record, he took the initiative to add the monitor.

Soon, the monitor agreed to add.

Luo Fei took the initiative to send a message: Squad leader, I am Luo Fei, if I have something to ask you, please answer quickly. You have seen Luo Jiajia, you should have seen her figure, what type of underwear should a girl like her wear?

Luo Fei typed very slowly. While typing, he looked up at the door, fearing that Luo Jiajia would suddenly appear.

Although he only took a look at the bathroom just now, he saw that Luo Jiajia's underwear strap had been broken, and there were traces of stitches stitched together. I don't know how many times it has been stitched, or how many years it has been worn.

Her body is still developing. I am afraid that the model of underwear from many years ago is not the right one.

Mu Qianxue quickly replied: I didn't look closely, and I didn't know too much.

Luo Fei: Tell me about it, ABCD?

Mu Qianxue: C, I am also C, but it looks a bit older than me.

Luo Fei glanced at the door, and then said: How much does it cost for a slightly better one?

Mu Qianxue: It varies from a few thousand yuan to a few hundred yuan, and some are more expensive. It is comfortable to wear.

Luo Fei hesitated for a moment, and said: Is 400 enough?

Mu Qianxue also seemed to hesitate for a while: "Enough, in fact, more than one hundred yuan can be used, and dozens of yuan can be worn.

Luo Fei: What about the style? What should I choose in general? And color? What should I tell the salesperson?

Mu Qianxue: If you are not in a hurry, we will go shopping together tomorrow, and I will help you choose.

Luo Fei: I will buy it tonight.

Mu Qianxue: Then you can tell me a place, even at the bus stop today, I'll look for you.

Luo Fei: Thank you, monitor, but forget it, Luo Jiajia won't go shopping with you.

Mu Qianxue:...

Luo Fei: Bye bye, monitor, remember to delete the news, don't tell Luo Jiajia that I asked you. "

Mu Qianxue: Good.

Luo Fei heard the sound of Luo Jiajia going to the balcony to dry his clothes, and quickly deleted all the chat messages in his hands, and blocked the monitor again.

Mu Qianxue sat on the bed, thought for a while, and then sent him a message: It is best to choose a light color, the style does not matter, the fabric must be comfortable, and it is best to touch it with your hands. Luo Fei, you can buy one tonight and let her try. Keep the small ticket. If it doesn't work, you can return it. I will buy it with you tomorrow.

The message was sent, but the sending failed.

Was black again.

Mu Qianxue sat on the bed and looked at the phone screen: "..."