Wen Xi will never like him.
I'll never like him.
Even he himself couldn't help hating his past self.
Xiao Zheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of self-loathing.
I stood outside the unit door and was blown by the cold wind for a long time before I came to my senses.
He turned around and walked back, took something out of his pocket with his right hand and threw it behind him. A blue velvet box drew a parabola in the air, and finally there was a "bang" sound as it hit the edge of the fruit crumb bin, and then bounced off to an unknown place, and no sound was heard again.
Xiao Zheng pretended to be nonchalant and whistled without stopping at all.
never mind.
If you don’t like it, then don’t like it. Who cares?
He has a lot of admirers in school right now, including girls from home and abroad, and boys with Persian cat eyes...
Many people like him, so why is he missing this one?
Xiao Zheng wiped his eyes fiercely and kicked the door open.
"You're back, little brat? Just in time, these dumplings are freshly cooked and still warm. Come on and eat them! Your dad will eat them all if you don't. It's rare for you to come back, so it's not easy to have a good meal. The New Year's Eve dinner will be served soon."
Le Yi glanced at her son, but didn't ask him what he had been doing outside for so long. She just stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his hands and urged him to eat.
Xiao Zheng buried his head and ate a lot of dumplings.
I only pick the ones I make myself. Although they look uglier after being cooked, the filling is not exposed in any of them.
Very good, it tastes good, doesn’t it?
He breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
After finishing the large plate of dumplings in front of him, he threw down his chopsticks and walked towards the bedroom.
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."
"Hey, kid, you haven't had the New Year's Eve dinner yet, why are you sleeping?" Le Yi shouted at him.
"No more."
Xiao Zheng yawned loudly, strode into the bedroom, and closed the door with his back foot.
"Even if you don't want to eat, you can't go to sleep now. How can your stomach bear it if you don't digest the dumplings you just ate!" Le Yi went over and pounded on the door, chattering non-stop.
Xiao Fugui came over and took his wife away.
"Forget it, let him sleep if he wants. How can a young person be so delicate? He just got off the plane and rushed here. He's still jet-lagged."
I was happy to listen but had to give up.
Humph, what do you mean by jet lag? Don't think she didn't notice. I'm afraid she just got rejected by that little girl and is now hiding in her bed crying.
Should!
I heard that her foolish son had caused countless troubles by looking for other girls for a white lotus. Even she couldn't accept her son being such a strong-limbed, simple-minded, hot-tempered and impulsive fool...
Xiao was tossing and turning in bed.
His chest felt tight, as if a stone was pressing on it.
Maybe I ate too much.
There was a commotion outside, as if a neighbor had come to deliver food. Then the New Year's Eve dinner was served, and grandma was saying something... I was drowsy, and then, at the end of every Spring Festival Gala, the song "Unforgettable Tonight" started playing...
Gradually, the sounds outside died down, as if they had dispersed.
Xiao Zheng turned over and stood up, holding his chest.
I'd better go down and take a walk, maybe I won't feel so bored.
He threw on a coat and went downstairs.
As I walked past the carved fruit crumb bin, I couldn't help but take a glance.
Maybe there weren't enough cleaning staff on duty during the Chinese New Year holiday, so the garbage inside hasn't been cleaned up yet.
Xiao Zheng withdrew his gaze and walked over.
In the blink of an eye, he fell back.
Xiao Zheng slapped himself hard, and the slap was particularly loud in the night full of firecrackers.
When did Xiao Zheng become so unable to let go?
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