Chapter 17 Brother, you don’t still hate Zhong Qiao, do you?
"Doctor Ji!" someone whispered, "Doctor Ji, don't worry about them. Be careful not to get stuck with them. They're relatives of the Zhong family. They come to borrow money every year. We're used to it!"
The snow had stopped and the wind was howling.
Zhong Xiaohua's body was shaken by the cold wind and her face became paler and paler.
Through her eyes as dry as a well, she saw the cold eyes of this group of people and the malicious curves at the corners of their mouths. She felt a sense of isolation and helplessness in her heart, as if the whole world was bustling, and she was the only one who was an outlier.
I could hear Zhong Hong cursing softly.
"mom."
Zhong Xiaohua could no longer suppress her devastated mood and tried to pull Zhong Hong, who was lying on the ground, for the last time.
"Mom, let's go, please."
However, what answered her was Zhong Hong's mad dog scream.
"Get lost! How dare you interfere in my affairs?"
Zhong Xiaohua looked around, at a loss. After a long while, she made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and left the still frantic Zhong Hong behind, and rushed out of the door.
"Hey, hey, hey." Zhong Hong's momentum weakened and she became anxious. "You damn girl, why are you running? Is there a ghost behind you?"
As she was talking, she looked around and felt that it was really boring. She patted her sore butt and walked away dejectedly with the red plastic bag in her arms.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to curse, trying hard to regain the face he had lost.
But the door of the Zhong family was closed, and with her looking like a mad dog biting people, everyone in the yard just shook their heads and treated them as a joke.
Ji Hebai was standing in the yard with a suitcase in his hand. He turned slightly to the side and passed by Zhong Hong who was fleeing in a panic.
After a long time, he cast his eyes towards the doors and windows of the Zhong family.
The old house of the Zhong family is in a good location, with windows facing the courtyard. There is also an evergreen tree planted in the courtyard. The lush green branches were weighed down by the snow and leaned heavily against the windowsill.
The windows covered with newspaper were condensed with fine water droplets, blurring the view inside the house.
He stared at it for a long time.
In the yard, someone was cooking, with steam rising up and white mist billowing.
The shadows of the trees slanted across the cement floor, giving the mottled blue brick walls a layer of green. A few pots of half-wilted gardenias at the base of the wall emitted a faint fragrance.
The children were clapping and laughing, and the colorful glass beads made a crackling sound on the concrete floor.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound and the window opened, revealing a gap.
The mottled shadows of the trees, as cold as the moonlight on the snow, were intertwined tightly, and then, through the gaps between the branches, they fell on half of the woman's profile.
The face is hidden in the black hair that is piled up like clouds.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, it stretches down along the brow bone.
She raised her indifferent eyes, her eyelashes trembling in the wind, her lips pale. Although the snow-white color made her little face look a little fragile, the natural emerald color made it more lively.
Not too much, not too little, just right.
Zhong Qiao cast a clear and cool gaze over like this.
The two happened to look at each other through the window.
Ji Hebai was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment.
He frowned and quickly glanced away.
About three seconds later, he heard the window being closed again.
He then raised his head and looked back at the closed window.
"Brother." A clear and pleasant voice sounded, calling his attention back.
Ji Hebai looked back.
Two graceful figures walked out of the compound. They were dressed like college students, had pretty faces, and were holding a stack of heavy books.
One is his sister Ji Tangchun.
The other one was wearing washed jeans and a pink top, with a big shiny black braid on her head. She looked familiar, but he couldn't remember her.
"Brother, are you home? Come and give me a hand." Ji Tangchun struggled to hold a pile of books and lift them up.
"Yingying and I are almost exhausted from the journey."
Ji Hebai reached out and took it for her.
Ji Tangchun shook his sore arms, stuck out his tongue tiredly, and rudely put Zhou Yingying's books beside him into Ji Hebai's hands.
Together with the suitcase in his hand, Ji Hebai's entire face was blocked.
Zhou Yingying's eyes moved as she glanced at Ji Hebai, a blush quickly crossing her face.
"Tangchun, this isn't a good idea, is it? Your brother just came home, and you're asking him to carry so many things?"
Ji Tangchun waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, the thing my brother has the most is strength." After saying that, he did not forget to pat Ji Hebai's strong arm.
"Yingying, just use it without worry, anyway—"
Ji Tangchun paused, his eyes moving between the two of them, and suddenly bumped into Zhou Yingying's shoulder, smiling playfully.
"Anyway, you're my mom's future daughter-in-law, so you're my sister-in-law. What's wrong with asking your future husband to help you move a few books?"
Zhou Yingying was caught off guard by the collision. She moaned delicately and stepped back. Coupled with the word "sister-in-law", she was so overwhelmed that her heart softened like a puddle of water.
"Tangchun, you are teasing us again." Zhou Yingying pretended to be angry, but she was very happy in her heart. She bit her lip, and her little face was so red that blood could drip out.
"My aunt hasn't arranged a marriage for me and Brother Hebai yet. How can you, a girl, say that?"
Although she said that, she looked at Ji Hebai with affection, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell what was going on.
After a while, Zhou Yingying said shyly, "Thank you, Brother Hebai."
Ji Hebai glanced at her through the pile of books, stepped back almost inaudibly, keeping a distance from Zhou Yingying, and was about to ask who she was.
"Brother, what were you looking at? You didn't even blink, you were mesmerized."
Ji Tangchun interrupted his question and looked towards the Zhong family's gate, but only saw an ordinary evergreen tree.
"What do you mean by obsession? Nonsense." Ji Hebai's expression changed slightly.
"That's right." Ji Tangchun muttered unconvincedly, as if she had thought of something, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
"Brother, you're not still hating that Zhong Qiao, are you? She's already married and has two children."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the people in the yard look over, but Zhou Yingying also looked at them curiously.
What hatred?
What deep hatred could there be between him and the one from the Zhong family?
Ji Hebai looked around and glanced at her lightly.
At this glance, Ji Tangchun's originally weird expression froze.
She and Ji Hebai are twin siblings. They have been raised by their grandmother since childhood and have been together day and night. Others may not understand it, but she knows it best. Ji Hebai is narrow-minded, and this expression means he is angry.
"elder brother."
Ji Tangchun covered his mouth embarrassedly and gave a somewhat ingratiating smile.
"You know, I'm just a bit blunt."
Ji Hebai lowered his eyes and hummed softly.
The pair of amber pupils left a dark and unclear boundary, which seemed to be soothing as if the storm was coming.
"That's right, brother."
Ji Tangchun muttered.
"Didn't you say you'd graduate next year? Why did you suddenly return? And today you even moved all your luggage from the Haitang Courtyard in the East Palace here. Aren't you annoyed by the noise in the courtyard?"
"Let's go back and see grandma first." Ji Hebai lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.
He didn't want to answer that question now.
"etc."
Ji Tangchun suddenly called out to him.
She nudged Zhou Yingying with her arm, her expression somewhat encouraging.
"Yingying, don't you have something to say to my brother?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yingying's face flushed red, and her affectionate eyes glanced up from time to time. When she saw Ji Hebai's handsome face, her eyes moved, and she became even more shy.
She shyly twisted her pigtails with her hands, twisting them around and around, before she spoke.
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