Zhao Xiyin couldn't get a taxi at Xianyang Airport, and the bus tickets were sold out. When she left the cabin, she vaguely felt something was wrong. A slight heat flow was in □□. Zhao Xiyin ran to the bathroom and saw that it was a good start.

Her menstrual period has never been accurate, and it took more than a month last time. Zhao Xiyin returned and it hurt the first day, and it was immediate. She wanted to take a taxi to Xi'an and surprise Zhou Qishen, but now she is no longer showing off and is waiting for someone to pick her up.

Zhou Qishen drove a black S-Class Mercedes-Benz in Xi'an. On New Year's Eve, the road was smooth. He drove the car into a plane and arrived in twenty minutes. Zhao Xiyin saw the person and smiled brightly with white teeth. Zhou Qishen was still unbelievable now, with a bit fierce expression. He pointed at her five or six meters away.

That helpless, happy and itchy look, and itchy, was particularly funny.

Zhao Xiyin used softness to overcome hardness and looked at him with a smile. She sat on the chair and didn't get up, and slowly opened her hands to him.

Zhou Qishen walked first, then trotted, and finally approached her like a hundred meters of sprint.

"Ah!" Zhao Xiyin was taken into his arms by him. She was very strong. She held the person up and flew up directly from the chair.

Zhou Qishen hugged him tightly, his chest was pressing down and he couldn't help but feel angry, "Zhao Xiyin, you are getting more and more courageous now."

Zhao Xiyin held back her laughter, "Then are you happy?"

Zhou Qishen's nose was cold, and he was next to her warm neck, "What are you happy about? You have to worry about me."

"Well, since it's so unpopular, I'm back to Beijing." She acted as a gesture to push him.

Zhou Qishen couldn't help but bit her neck hard, "You dare."

Zhao Xiyin felt the pain, and she felt even more awkward in this position, "I feel uncomfortable if you put me down."

Zhou Qishen paused.

Zhao Xiyin whispered, "My menstrual period is here."

His expression was complicated in an instant, and after a while he put on a sentence, "This is how..."

Zhao Xiyin was amused by him, "What are you doing? You are so bitter and revenge."

Zhou Qishen sighed softly, "I originally wanted to do something, but I can't do it anymore."

Zhao Xiyin is really uncomfortable and is not poor with him.

Zhou Qishen put the person down steadily, took off his coat and covered her body, "Why are you wearing so little?"

Zhao Xiyin's fingertips were cold, and she embarrassedly covered the gauze skirt under her long shirt, "New Year, I want to be more beautiful."

Zhou Qishen nodded, "I understand, this is for me to see."

The two of them snuggled up, got into the car with a smile and talked and laughed. Zhou Qishen didn't drive it immediately, and the heating was turned on to the maximum. He never let go of her hand, touched her fingers, and it was almost done. He leaned over and pressed the girl to kiss her.

The tip of the tongue is chaotic, and the lips and teeth are dependent on each other.

Unable to breathe, Zhao Xiyin pushed him whimper. Zhou Qishen remembered her body and did not dare to be too savage. He hugged her quietly for a while, and then turned the steering wheel after his breathing calmed down and said, "You have a rest, I'll take you to dinner."

Zhao Xiyin said in an inverted voice: "I don't want to eat, I can't eat it. Also, Zhou Qishen, are you not at home? Otherwise, why did you arrive so quickly?"

Zhou Qishen nodded, "I'm in the city."

"You won't go home on New Year's Eve?"

Zhou Qishen's face looked light and did not speak, but he looked resistant.

As soon as the red light came, the car stopped. Zhao Xiyin quietly reached over the center console and gently pinched the back of his hand, "Brother Zhou, I'm here to accompany you for the New Year, are you planning to let me stay in a hotel?"

Zhou Qishen softened his heart, "The hotel is more comfortable than home."

Zhao Xiyin smiled angry, "Then why are you going back to Xi'an? You don't stay in Beijing directly? Don't you want to go to pay New Year's greetings to Teacher Zhao?"

"Don't say bad things to me in front of your dad." Zhou Qishen reacted strongly, "I finally changed my impression."

There are ten seconds left for the red light.

The two were quiet for seven or eight seconds.

Zhao Xiyin suddenly whispered to him: "Brother Zhou."

Zhou Qishen's lips trembled slightly, and then he said, "Please accompany me to go home. I want to give my mother a fragrance."

It takes an hour's drive to Zhou Qishen's hometown to drive west from the city.

A slightly winding road, the roads are gradually narrowing. Most of the villages are covered with two-story bungalows, with red lanterns hanging high, firecrackers and paper scraps burned on the ground, and occasionally a few dogs barking. As midnight, many people came out to set off fireworks.

Zhou Qishen’s car is very eye-catching, and there are not many cars coming to this village.

Many people exclaimed, "Oh, Qi Shen is back for the New Year?"

Zhou Qishen slid down the car window and greeted someone politely, "Happy New Year."

"Is it back alone?"

"My lover is back, too."

While saying that Zhou Qi leaned back a little while, and gave up his space without covering it. Everyone was looking at it, and Zhao Xiyin greeted them with a sweet smile, "Happy New Year."

The car continued to drive forward slowly, and Zhao Xiyin glared at him, "What are you talking about? Who is your lover?"

Zhou Qishen said innocently: "The person I love is my lover, I'm not talking nonsense."

Zhao Xiyin: “…”

OK, you make sense.

Zhou Qishen asked her with a smile again, "What about me, is it your lover?"

Zhao Xiyin felt that no matter how she answered, she could only fool him, so she simply slapped him in the face and "concentrated on driving."

Zhou Qi was deeply happy and seemed to have a real feeling of the New Year at this time.

When I got home, the door was locked, the lights were on in the room, and the sound of TV could be heard at the door.

Zhou Qishen stood dry without a key. His eyes merged into the darkness, and there was no trace of light. Zhao Xiyin knocked on the door, with one, two sounds.

"Who?" Hearing the sound, his footsteps approached, and then with a "crunch", the door opened.

Zhao Xiyin smiled well and brightly, "Uncle Zhou, happy new year!"

Zhou Boning was wrapped in a black cotton jacket, and his eyes were flushed all year round. He was obviously stunned. When he saw Zhou Qishen, his face darkened again.

Zhou Qishen's face was no softer than him. The hard thorn was cold from head to toe.

But Zhao Xiyin is still here when he is still here during the New Year. Zhou Boning didn't go crazy. He just stood at the door and gave up his way, saying to Zhao Xiyin: "Well, come in."

The old house was renovated four years ago, everything was very new, although it was big, but empty. The Spring Festival Gala was on the TV, and there was nothing else on the coffee table except a bottle of wine and a plate of peanuts.

Zhou Boning went to the kitchen and didn't come out for a long time.

Zhou Qishen held Zhao Xiyin's hand, held it tightly, and said calmly: "Sit down, you can rest for a while."

Zhao Xiyin hooked his finger, "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Zhou Qishen went to the side hall, and there was a black and white photo hanging on the wall, which was a very blurry front of his mother when she was young. Zhou Qishen put on her incense stick, closed her eyes and closed her tenfold, raised the incense higher than her head, and bowed three times very devoutly.

Zhao Xiyin sat in the living room, watching quietly.

When she got married, she asked, since you were looking for your mother, why did you still have to set up a tablet for her? Isn’t this very contradictory? Zhou Qishen looked quiet and indifferent, and he said that since his mother escaped from this home, this is where she was heartbroken.

If you die, you will never come back.

It is right for such a family to never come back.

That was the first time Zhao Xiyin saw Zhou Qishen’s despair and darkness in her heart, which made her feel distressed and understood him better.

Zhou Boning drank all year round and suffered from gout. After a long time, he limped out of the kitchen with two cups of tea. Zhao Xiyin quickly took it and accompanied Zhou Qishen's cup.

The atmosphere was silent and awkward.

Zhao Xiyin took out the red envelope from her bag and handed it to Zhou Boning very sensible. Zhou Boning looked at her and accepted it. Then she asked, "Can you stay at night?"

Zhao Xiyin subconsciously looked at Zhou Qishen.

Zhou Qishen said nothing, just took her hand and went upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the second floor bedroom was clean and tidy, the quilts and sheets were all newly replaced, and the tables and chairs were not covered with gray. Zhao Xiyin thought that in fact, Zhou Boning prepared these every year, so she was looking forward to Zhou Qishen going home for the New Year.

There was a bathroom upstairs, and Zhou Qi squatted on the ground to help her get her clothes.

Others were very careful and could even tell whether the sanitary tampon in her suitcase was used daily or night. She handed it to her neatly, "Hot the water upstairs, there are no anti-slip pads in the bathroom upstairs. Be careful and come out after washing. Don't always play with water inside."

Zhao Xiyin protested, "Where can I play with water?"

"I used to take a bath in the bathroom for an hour. Don't you remember you fainted once?" Zhou Qishen snorted softly.

Zhao Xiyin blushed instantly.

Why don’t I remember that I was so dizzy when I took a bath and fell asleep directly, but Zhou Qishen carried her out. I was so scared that I was so angry and distressed, “Honey is not good to you? No, tell me, I will correct it, don’t commit suicide during marriage.”

Zhao Xiyin was so happy that she kicked him with her feet. The spring was shining, and the two of them had a pair of eyes and rolled together in a tacit understanding.

It turns out that he remembers every bit.

After taking a shower, Zhao Xiyin wrapped herself in a cotton coat and stood by the bed a little unnaturally. Zhou Qishen was wiping his hair, wearing a royal blue silk pajama like the water in the lake. He didn't look like a formal dress, and he had a bit of a ruffian spirit. The innate, unrestrained temperament, revealing his nature.

Seeing through what she was thinking at first glance, Zhou Qishen said, "If you want to, I'll go to the next room to sleep. Behind this building is a mountain. There is only one family on the hillside. There is an empty house. No one has lived in it for a long time. You don't need to be afraid."

Zhao Xiyin: “…”

Shut up I may not be afraid yet.

Zhou Qishen glanced at her again, and the gentleman looked open and open, "During your period, I was bleeding and I couldn't do anything I wanted."
To be continued...