After checking the background, I found that it was bought by the same number. The recipient was the address of the company, the specific floor was unknown, and the phone number was also the landline number.

Xiaoshun glanced at it, "The one from Guomao is quite good at playing."

Li Ran said: "A genius from China Trade, is it a domineering and extravagant enough to let your girlfriend wear one set every hour?"

Zhao Xiyin laughed, "Then this girlfriend is quite unlucky."

Xiaoshun said: "Maybe it's just playing with yourself."

The more he talked, the more perverted he became, and no matter how perverted he was, he couldn't stand the joy of making money. Li Ran said that he would invite everyone to have a midnight snack. Zhao Xiyin looked at the time and was about to leave with his bag, "I won't go, go home to accompany my dad."

Li Ran knew that her temperament was not a lively person, "Okay, I'll take you for a ride."

There were many people and the little polo couldn't get there. Xiao Shuner drove a van to pull goods from the garage. After 10 o'clock in the evening, the Third Ring Road in Beijing was still as bright as a light strip. Extending from Jianguo Road to the south, the many and magnificent buildings were a prosperous future that could not be seen.

The little customer service in the same car looked full of stars and said in a longing: "I have been working for about half my life, so I can only buy a bathroom here."

Another person pointed to the high-rise building, "The unit price of this property is 200,000 yuan. Several celebrities live in it. It is said that the privacy is very good."

Xiaoshun drove the car and naturally replied: "Is it easy to ask Sister Xi, she is the owner here."

When the girls met Zhao Xiyin for the first time, they dressed simply and looked ordinary, but their temperament was really pleasing to the eye. When Xiao Shuner said this, they couldn't tell the truth about the false, and they looked at each other.

Li Ran stretched out his hand first, bent his fingers and knocked on the back of Xiao Shuner's head, "Fake it!"

Xiaoshun grinned and screamed in pain, and everyone started to talk and laugh. After a few minutes, Li Ran secretly turned her head and glanced at Zhao Xiyin in the back seat.

The person who was sleeping woke up and was looking out the window at some point. The car drove out from the bottom of the overpass, and the light and shadow were covered with sifting down. The moment the light came up, Li Ran saw her eyes floating, which was of content.

When he got home almost eleven o'clock, Zhao Wenchun sat on the sofa reading a book. When he heard the sound of opening the door, he took off his reading glasses and said, "Are you back?"

Zhao Xiyin tilted her slippers and ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-the-key sound, "I haven't been asleep yet."

"I'm not sleepy if I leave a light for you. Are you hungry? Make a bowl of fried noodles for you?" Zhao Wenchun was already walking towards the kitchen.

Zhao Xiyin held his shoulder and swung the person back to the original place, "Don't eat, don't eat."

Xiao Zhao just let go of his hands, and Lao Zhao turned around himself, "I want to eat."

Zhao Xiyin no longer stopped him, changed his clothes and came out, picked up the book on the sofa and flipped it out. Zhao Wenchun was a teacher in the Chinese department. The pages of this book "Gu Wen Guanzhi" were old and there were handwritten notes in the paragraphs. The words were like faces, and the pen tip was soft and gentle, which was exactly the same as his personality. Unfortunately, Zhao Xiyin did not inherit his father's literary talent, and he couldn't write well in his small writings, so he dragged his Chinese back in the college entrance examination. But the few chapters in this book can still be memorized fluently.

Zhao Xiyin put down the book and looked up and saw several boxes of fruit on the ground on the right. The huge red cherries were neatly arranged, and there were two baskets of white strawberries next to them. Zhao Wenchun walked out of the kitchen with warm noodles. Seeing her standing in place and looking at her, she said, "Tianqi Shen came to his house two days ago, and he brought them all."

The noodles were placed on the table, and Zhao Wenchun took off his apron, "I think it's all your favorite food, so I stayed."

Zhao Xiyin sat back to the table, picked up the chopsticks on the noodles, moved them from the middle to the right, and slowly picked them back to the left.

"You have been away from Beijing for almost two years. He comes to his house to see me every month, and he doesn't have to wait empty-handed. I confiscate those expensive ones, and I still take a few packs of cigarettes. I'm addicted." Zhao Wenchun didn't hide it and said whatever he was.

The old and the young are in line with each other. When we met for the first time that year, we did not have the slightest restraint of meeting our parents. Instead, we met too late and became friends. Zhao Xiyin and Zhou Qishen divorced for so long, and they did it neatly and never had any contact. But Zhou Qishen did not know whether it was intentional or nostalgic, but he was always respectful and polite to Zhao Wenchun.

Seeing that his daughter seemed unhappy, Zhao Wenchun said, "You have to mind, and I won't open the door for him next time."

Zhao Xiyin lowered her head and ate the noodles, her voice a little dull: "Don't accept his things anymore, it's not appropriate."

Zhao Wenchun nodded, "I remember."

After a while of quiet, he spoke again: "I also went to school after you left during the day. I met your Uncle Yao on the way and told me something."

Zhao Xiyin ate a peppercorn, and the tip of her tongue felt very numb and she hurriedly drank water.

"Teacher Dai has undergone surgery and is being hospitalized."

Zhao Xiyin was choked by the water, and the spicy aftertaste rushing in her throat. She kept coughing. Zhao Wenchun handed a tissue and said, "No matter what, she is your mentor, Xiaoxi, you must not forget this friendship. If you have time, go and see her tomorrow."

The teacher and the disciple are in love with each other, and they have the kindness of knowing and teaching.

Zhao Xiyin learned to dance and skipped seriously for twenty years.

At the age of ten, she followed the training class to watch a children's dance competition, but after watching it for ten minutes, she slipped out. It was summer, and the sun was bright and bright. Xiao Xiyin squatted by the flower bed to watch the ants move, until someone asked, "Why don't you go to watch the competition?"

Zhao Xiyin raised her head, her eyes slit by the light were narrowed into a slit. Dai Yun's eyes were covered with eyeglasses, and her peach blossom face, and a pair of high heels made her temperament look colder. Xiao Xiyin was not afraid at all, and she smiled innocently, "Because they were not as good as me."

At that time, Dai Yunxin had just won the international competition championship and represented the Ministry of Culture and Tourism to study and exchange several times. She was famous and in her prime. She began to dance with Western music once a week, without charging tuition fees, just like playing.

When she was sixteen years old, she said to Dai Yunxin, Master, I will give you the same gift.

Dai Yunxin laughed, you kid, what gifts do you have money to buy?

Zhao Xiyin turned on the music, looked at it with a smile, and took three steps back.

This was the first dance she made up. Her young body was like a ship carrying a dream, enthusiastic and generous, sincere and full. Her backbone grew straight, rotated and jumped, and her soul was excited, as if she had grown wings through the sky.

After the song, Zhao Xiyin's sweat condensed on the tip of her nose and fell to the ground in half a second.

Dai Yunxin's eyes were slightly wet and she said to her: "You should have eaten this bowl of rice innately."

Two years later, Zhao Xiyin went to Beijing Dance Academy in the college entrance examination. In her senior year, she was recommended by the school to participate in the competition in France. Everyone believed that this kind of god-level dance competition was just a springboard for her. She should become famous after one jump, and her life would rise sharply from then on.

But Zhao Xiyin had an accident during the game. She fell down while doing a difficult jumping action and broke her bones with her right foot.

Zhao Xiyin went with confidence and returned with pain. It was impossible for the superiors to not hold him accountable for such a major performance accident. Zhao Xiyin cried and defended him, but others did not believe it. Even if there was a reason, it was only your fault that you did not check it carefully. That day, the two leaders talked with her in the ward for more than an hour, but the content was not known.

Dai Yunxin rushed back from the United States and said that she would definitely be able to dance again when she contacted the best rehabilitator abroad.

Zhao Xiyin told her, Master, I won’t dance anymore.

The six words are as pale as her face, calm and almost cruel.

I thought it was just a depressed vent, but after a year of recovery, Zhao Xiyin packed all her dance shoes and clothes and offered her love, and her long and soft hair was dyed in a mess. She no longer avoided eating, and had a midnight snack, KFC took a seabed during the day, and gained a full ten pounds during that period.

Dai Yun was heartbroken and sang all over the white face and black face, but Zhao Xiyin was unmoved.

The annual dance competition is being broadcast live on TV. This time the representative is her classmate Lin Lang. The stage is gorgeous, the dancers are graceful, the music is melodious and the buzzing sounds.

Zhao Xiyin lowered her head, curled her fingers and moved slightly, and finally said, "As soon as I dance, my legs hurt."

The truth is still unclear, but Zhao Xiyin really stopped jumping. Dai Yun left in anger, and the rift between the master and the disciple was never stitched again.

The past is long and chaotic. Zhao Xiyin came up with a god, and Zhao Wenchun called her twice before she could recover.

"You can't finish eating too many cherries. Take two boxes to give to Teacher Dai. I'll write the address for you."

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The hospital was in the east of the city and another section of the car was blocked on the road.

Zhao Xiyin regretted not taking the subway. The temperature was thirty-eight degrees, and the cherries in her hand were almost ripe. The Department of Hepatobiliary Medicine was on the 12th floor, and the ward door was closed. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

"Please come in."

Zhao Xiyin took a deep breath and pushed the door open and went in.

There were other people in the ward. Dai Yunxin leaned against the bed halfway, and her smile stopped abruptly after seeing her. Seeing the change, Zhou Qishen turned around and was also stunned.

The two met with sight, and neither escaped.

Zhao Xiyin tightened the fruit box, her eyes turned away from Zhou Qishen, and looked at Dai Yunxin: "Teacher, I heard that you are sick, I, I happened to pass by, come and see you."

Dai Yunxin showed his cold face, without a smile.

Zhao Xiyin stood there, neither going in nor retreating. For two seconds, she came over and put the cherries on the table, and her voice became lighter: "I bought some fruit, can you eat it now?"

Dai Yunxin said coldly: "Take it away."

Zhao Xiyin didn't speak, and the atmosphere was awkward. Until Zhou Qishen came out to rescue and he was together, Zhao Xiyin was blocked behind him.

"Didn't you blame me for coming empty-handed just now? What should I do if I take such a good fruit back?" Zhou Qishen smiled and flew into his temples with calmness. He said, "If you come, you are a guest, and there is no reason to drive people away."

Dai Yun glanced at him with a bright look, and his heart was open. Zhou Qishen was too protective of his shortcomings.

"You have to take good care of your health, but don't be too serious. People eat grains and grains, so no one will get sick." Zhou Qishen chatted casually, and changed the sharp atmosphere in just a few words. Suddenly, he turned his head and whispered: "You sit down."

I didn't forget Zhao Xiyin.

Although Dai Yunxin still had a tense face, it was not easy to dispel Zhou Qishen's face and lacked interest, but he also maintained a temporary peace. Zhao Xiyin sat for five minutes and was about to leave. Dai Yunxin turned her head and ignored it.

Zhou Qishen did not embarrass Zhao Xiyin, and looked at her, "Teacher Dai is time to rest, let's go together."

After leaving the hospital, Zhao Xiyin didn't feel relieved. Zhou Qishen walked in front of her, and the distance between three or five steps was as if he had planned.

The midsummer dusk is the latest season. At six o'clock, the sky is still bright red. Zhou Qishen's back looks very beautiful, with wide shoulders, straight back, and even muscles on the skeleton. He wore a solid-colored short shirt today, and a chess-board belt around his waist, which was neat and refreshing, and very handsome.

When she arrived at the intersection, Zhou Qishen did not give her a chance to speak, and pointed to the car on the right, "Where will I go, I'll give you it."

The headlights lit up, and Zhou Qishen had already opened the car door. Zhao Xiyin hesitated for a moment, and he called her again: "Get into the car."

There is a faint genuine leather smell in the car, and there is a little fragrance. Zhao Xiyin is so familiar with this perfume. At that time, he complained that the name was strange. It is unlucky to pronounce the four words "Road to the Underworld".

Zhou Qishen was taking a shower, his hair was dripping with water, and he was wearing a bath towel loosely around his waist. Every step he took was a wet footprint. Zhao Xiyin was playing tricks and gestured as he stepped on his footprints, "Brother Zhou, your feet are so big, one and a half I am so big!"

The fair and small feet were shaking vividly. Zhou Qishen saw that the heat was hot and walked over to hug the person. He was so terrifying, "Only that big?"

I can't remember many things very clearly, but in those two years, the definition of embrace was the fragrance on his body, which was faint and sexy.

Zhou Qishen tied his seat belt and warmed up the car, saying, "Teacher Dai is so cold. Don't worry about what he said just now. If she really doesn't like you, she will pretend to be polite to you instead of getting angry."

Zhao Xiyin didn't say anything, just smiled.

Zhou Qishen's hand was hung on the steering wheel, and after a while, he asked: "How long will he stay back? Where can I go to travel next stop?"

Zhao Xiyin said: "I don't know, let's see again, I will accompany my dad first."

Speaking of this, she paused and turned to look at him, "I almost forgot to say thank you, thank you for often accompanying him to relieve boredom."

Zhou Qishen also laughed, "No thanks, Uncle Zhao has always been very nice to me."

These few sentences made the conversation lightly and like ordinary friends. Zhou Qishen suddenly got tired of this whitewashing peace. He stopped talking, did not move, and his whole body sank. Zhao Xiyin looked out the window, and this movement of turning his head was more like drawing a clear barrier.

The hem of the skirt was hanging over her legs, and her hands were gently placed on her legs, with her wrists facing inward, but the long scar on her arm could still be seen.

After two years, the scar has faded so much that only a light layer of powder is left, but every time Zhou Qishen glances at it, it feels like he is thrown into boiling water and rolls.
Chapter completed!