Chapter 66 Everyone understands the principle of leaving, but only when it truly falls on oneself...

After returning from Melbourne and landing at Huadu Airport, even though they were well prepared, Qiao Zheng and Qiao Zhizheng were still chilled by the cold air in Huadu.

Sitting in the car that came to pick them up, Qiao Zhizheng leaned on Qiao Zheng's shoulder and sighed, "I'm used to wearing just a skirt, and then putting on a coat, it feels so heavy."

After sitting on the plane for almost twelve hours, Qiao Zhizheng felt extremely tired. He yawned sleepily and his eyes closed uncontrollably.

Qiao Zheng was also very sleepy. She didn't know why, but since she was a child, she always had a feeling that flying on the ground was not as reassuring as driving on the ground. No matter how many times she took a plane, she could never get used to sleeping on the plane. Unless she was extremely sleepy, she would take a short nap. Even if she fell asleep, she would feel uneasy and wake up after a while.

Qiao Zheng was so sleepy that her eyes widened. As she listened to Qiao Zhizheng's words, she mumbled, "Winter is here, can spring be far behind?"

After saying that, he tilted his head and fell asleep on Qiao Zhizheng's head.

Ding Qian, who came specially to pick them up, glanced at them in the rearview mirror and couldn't help laughing.

When I see others having a sweet love relationship, I feel sweet inside too.

In December, the wind carrying snow seeds was already blowing in Huadu. Qiao Zheng didn't like going out in this weather, and Qiao Zhizheng didn't like it either, but besides being an actor, she was also a student, and she had to rush to class regardless of wind and snow. When she went out, she glanced at Qiao Zheng who was still lying on the bed, closed the door, turned around and threw herself into Qiao Zheng's arms.

"Wow, Qiao Zheng, I'm so envious of you. You don't have to go to school and can work on your computer at home."

Qiao Zheng patted her head and said in a deliberately joking tone, "Oh my, what should I do? I've made so much money anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I go to school or not, right?"

Qiao Zhizheng buried her head in the collar of Qiao Zheng's pajamas, shook her head gently, raised her head to reveal a rosy little face, and said with a pout, "No! I've been filming all the time and have less time to go to school. If I don't go now, the teacher will probably think I'm not coming. I'm really going to fail the final exam."

Qiao Zheng sat up, took the loose red scarf from her shoulders, wrapped it around her tightly, tucked the hair behind her ears, and coaxed her, "Good girl, go to school quickly. I'll wait for you at home."

Qiao Zhizheng tilted her head and looked at her.

Qiao Zheng followed her expectant gaze and slowly moved it to her arm. She smiled knowingly, pushed the cuffs of her cashmere coat towards her elbows, and rolled up the cuffs of her white lace inner wear. Her snow-white skin was covered with bright red plum blossoms. Qiao Zheng left a light tooth mark on the two plum blossoms with her fingertips. Qiao Zhizheng lowered his head and sucked a red mark on the side of her face.

Qiao Zhizheng felt the mark that belonged to Qiao Zheng, laughed with satisfaction, and waved goodbye to Qiao Zheng.

Qiao Zheng thought that the marks on her face would probably take more than two days to disappear.

Qiao Zheng thought again, it’s a good thing that I don’t have to go out in this weather, otherwise I would be too embarrassed to see anyone.

After leaving a special mark on Qiao Zheng, Qiao Zhizheng went out with peace of mind, his cheerful back disappearing into the wind and snow.

Qiao Zheng lay in the warm and soft quilt, listening to the humming sound of the car starting. As the humming sound gradually faded away, a feeling of longing suddenly arose in Qiao Zheng's heart.

On a snowy day like this with howling cold wind, it is the best time to pull Qiao Zhizheng into bed together, doing nothing, saying nothing, just the two of us snuggling together, which is already a beautiful day in life.

Qiao Zheng was lost in thought when there was a gentle knock on the door.

Qiao Zheng stood up and opened the door. Her grandmother looked radiant, her silver hair shining brightly. She was wearing the soft blue down jacket that Qiao Zheng had bought for her a few days ago. The gentle and light color made her look particularly good.

Grandma said, "Zhizhi, come with me to see the snow."

Qiao Zheng nodded and said, "I'll go change my clothes."

Grandma smiled and said to her, "Can you wear your favorite pink dress?"

This was the first time that grandma revealed the difference between Qiao Zheng and Qiao Qiao so directly. Qiao Zheng's breathing tightened and she had a premonition.

Qiao Zheng paused in her movement. After a few seconds, or perhaps dozens of seconds, Qiao Zheng nodded, "Okay."

Snow fell in the garden, and the red camellia could not bear the weight, and fell into the snow when the wind blew.

Qiao Zheng supported her grandmother and walked slowly in the garden, listening to her recalling Qiao Qiao's childhood.

As she was talking, grandma suddenly shed a tear, and the wind blew the corners of her eyes, making them feel especially cold. "...Zhizhi, I know you are a good child. Grandma, thank you for always cooperating with me and pretending that it was Nannan who came back. I...I just missed Nannan too much. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Qiao Zheng hugged her and said, "It's okay, grandma. This is what I want."

Grandma said helplessly, "Zhizhi and Zhizhi will definitely live happily in the future, right?"

Qiao Zheng endured the bitterness in her heart and supported her into the house, nodding continuously, "Yes, I definitely will."

Grandma was relieved, "That's good, that's good..."

The world seemed to be spinning before her eyes. Qiao Ke's memory went back many years. She could see Qiao Qiao sobbing faintly in the last moments of her life, "Grandma... don't forget me... no... you have to forget me."

Nannan, grandma’s Nannan, grandma has never forgotten you, grandma really... misses you so much.

In my ears, I heard another girl's anxious cry, "Grandma, Grandma..."

Warm liquid dripped onto Qiao Ke's wrist. Qiao Ke wanted her to stop crying. In the increasingly dark world before her eyes, Qiao Qiao's voice of "Grandma" behind her became louder and louder.

Qiao Ke said sorry to Zhi Zhi in his heart, let his world become completely dark, and walked towards the light in the direction of Qiao Qiao.

When Qiao Zhizheng received the news and rushed to the hospital, she was sitting on a bench outside the emergency room. People were coming and going around her, and everyone's face was full of anxiety. Everyone's face was exactly the same tired.

As Qiao Zhizheng was walking towards Qiao Zheng, she was accidentally bumped by someone. The person numbly said sorry, and continued to walk back and forth on the cold floor tiles without raising his head, muttering to himself. Qiao Zhizheng heard a prayer, praying in despair that the invisible existence could give her hope.

Qiao Zhizheng took off the mask, touched it against Qiao Zheng's cold face, and wrapped the scarf around her neck again and again. Qiao Zheng caught a glimpse of a glaring red in her peripheral vision, and she pulled it off and threw it to the ground.

Qiao Zhizheng was stunned. The hand that wanted to comfort Qiao Zheng stopped in mid-air, opened and clenched, clenched and released.

Qiao Zheng still didn't raise her head. She grabbed Qiao Zhizheng's hesitant hand and covered her eyes. She wanted to speak, but she had no strength. She opened her mouth and after a long while, she used up the last bit of strength in her body to say a soft "I'm sorry..."

Qiao Zhizheng felt the wetness of Qiao Zheng's tears in her palm and used her free hand to hug her from behind. "It's okay, I know, you... cry."

The tears stopped before they could even flow down because of the doctor's words of condolence.

The hospital is filled with the impermanence of life. Life comes easily, but sometimes it goes away suddenly.

Everyone understands the truth, but only when it really happens to you do you realize how heart-wrenching the pain is.

In Qiao Zheng's life, the first time her grandmother passed away, she was just like a distant relative who treated her well. Although sad, it did not stay in her heart for too long.

But as we have been together sincerely for a long time, our friendship has deepened, and the sadness at this moment is particularly strong, and it cannot be easily erased like the last time we left.

Qiao Zheng fell into Qiao Zhizheng's arms, feeling so sad that she could hardly breathe.

What happened in the days that followed seemed to be separated from the outside world by a layer. Qiao Zheng was like a child who had just come into the world, with her soul staying in her body and losing emotional connection with the world. She watched people coming and going around her, and Qiao Zhizheng took her to deal with her grandmother's funeral.

Qiao Zhizheng was also sad, but looking at the dazed Qiao Zheng, she could only hold on, contact the funeral home, buy a cemetery, and receive guests at the funeral.

It was not until the tall man turned into a ball of white ash and was put into a small box that Qiao Zheng reacted. The soul squatting in the corner of the body re-established connection with the world, and Qiao Zheng's tears splashed on the urn.

Qiao Zhizheng hugged Qiao Zheng, who was crying silently, as snowflakes flew and the cold wind blew on her face.

Qiao Zhizheng used her sleeve to brush away the snowflakes on her grandmother's photo on the tombstone. She must be reunited with her beloved granddaughter now.

After a day of being exposed to cold wind, Qiao Zheng returned home with a fever, but she stubbornly and resisted going to the hospital.

Qiao Zhizheng had no choice but to feed her fever-reducing medicine. Seeing her frown relax after the fever subsided, Qiao Zhizheng lay beside her, looking at her red nose, feeling worried and hoping that this winter would pass quickly.

Time can heal the pain. Wait for spring. When spring comes, everything will slowly get better.

Things did not get better as Qiao Zhizheng had expected. What came earlier than spring was a series of black articles targeting Qiao Zhizheng on the entire Internet.

"Has a certain actress named Qiao been consistently effective since her debut? Compared to the obscure minor stars who are still struggling during the same period, don't you think her resources are a bit too good?"

"I don't believe this if there's no financial backer behind it."

"He relies on his good looks to snatch resources from people everywhere. Tsk~ hard to judge."

"Who said her acting is good? I think she's just so-so."

"I'm a true fan. Qiao Zhizheng is beautiful, has good acting skills, and has a good temper. She's better than so many other female stars in the entertainment industry (this is a 50-cent comment, remember to delete the part in the brackets)"

"Where can I find this kind of easy money-making opportunity? Please introduce it to me."

"Someone broke the news that Qiao Zhizheng is the daughter of a capitalist. Another rich person is entering the entertainment industry to take money from us hard-working young people."

"Go check it out! There's new revelations. In the video, Qiao Zheng and Qiao Zhizheng are completely disrespectful to Qiao Zhizheng's mother. Hey, who are they?"

"You deserve a lid that matches your pot. No one with the surname Qiao is a good person."

…

Qiao Zheng lowered her eyes and looked at this familiar trick, and the figure of a person emerged in her mind. It was Murong Bo's usual routine, to suppress a person through controlling public opinion.

Logically speaking, Murong Bo's family should have been investigated recently and he should be busy dealing with bad debts. How could he have time to suppress Qiao Zhizheng?

Since her grandmother passed away, Qiao Zheng's illness has not improved for a long time. She forced herself to call Li Tianyi and explained the current situation.

Li Tianyi didn't understand what was going on.

Qiao Zheng frowned, touched her rapidly beating heart, had a bad premonition, and a bold guess emerged in her mind.

Since she can travel through time, presumably everything possible in this world can happen. If Murong Bo travels through time or is reborn, it seems... not surprising?

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The author has something to say: ① "Winter has come, can spring be far behind?" - Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind"

When one bad thing starts to happen, countless bad things will come at the same time [dissolve][dissolve][dissolve]

Today I learned an abstract writing style from another author, and I’d like to share it with everyone:

Collect ~ Comment ~ Soul, come back! Soul, come back! Soul, come back! Soul, come back! (Performance) (Dancing) (Circling around the stove) (Burning incense) (Performance) (Chanting) (Spinning) (Ringing the bell) (Dancing) (Chanting) (Raising the bell) (Wave the flag) (Light the fire) (Performance) (Ringing the bell) (Chanting)